I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 218

Chapter 218 – If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_Master♥, My, Master♥

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The feeling of being completely submerged in the deep sea… My limp body was so heavy that I couldn’t move my arms properly.

… A radical self-introduction video, the contents of which were uploaded… I am devastated to see it become public… He had a strange blush and had fallen to his death.

Fear of the future ahead, of how people will look at me, of what people I was close to will think of me… And, on the other hand, expectations.

Yeah, looking forward to it…

The people who were closer to me than anyone else, who were kinder than anyone else, watched this video… The fact that I am doing SEPal, and… In it, like this, like that… ♥ The transformation that will occur when you realize that you have been doing things.

Even though I felt fear at that sight… Meanwhile, there was crazy excitement.

Graffiti drawn with a permanent marker.

My own body as seen… It was so crazy and shameful.

My name, address, phone number, resident registration number… Family relationships, school you graduated from, name of the café you work at, address, hobbies, preferences, special skills… From physical characteristics, chest cup size, and three sizes… The size of the clitoris, the diameter of the areola, and even… ♥ Wrinkles of the buttocks and anus… Even the numbers…

It’s vulgar, obscene, and humiliating… Graffiti.

If you check these letters one by one and think that you are reading them out loud with your own mouth… When you think about it… ♥

Even now, my back is shaking and the fire in my heart is burning.

It’s embarrassing, it’s shameful, and yet… Even now, I cannot forget the strange feeling of excitement and the pounding heart.

No matter what, at that moment, I was definitely at the peak… I did it.

They say it’s being filmed, but it’s such disgrace.

However, I was confident that even that situation was being used as fuel for excitement.

Yet… When I think of my own dental plaque back then… Secret heat encroaches on the body, and a tickling sound flows out.

How long has it been since I was so dazed and worried?

The thick door that had been closed tightly opened, and the temporary owner entered the room.

In my hand is the rice bowl and feed I usually use.

I was curious as to why items that should have been in my home were in this location, but they said I had brought them through the home address I had revealed.

The black text “Password 046208, please come and rape me anytime♥” Clearly appeared on the skin near my right collarbone and shoulder.

When… I wonder if he said something like that.

Was it when you were in heat and hazy?

I couldn’t remember at all. I’m just consumed by the base feelings of joy, unable to distinguish between what I should say and what I shouldn’t say… Furthermore, I put it all in my mouth and threw it away, I guess… It must have been an accident that occurred at that time.

House… Password.

Isn’t this the same as our house becoming a completely public property?

Without any time to be dumbfounded by that fact, the temporary owner continued speaking.

I arrived first and brought all the important documents and items from home with me, and the rest… All clothes, panties, bras, and other items unnecessary as slaves were discarded.

It was said that it was a natural measure since from now on, no clothing that was not approved by the master could be worn.

…

Slave…

The word, which seemed like a distant, foreign word, was gradually becoming closer and closer to reality. Is it really this miserable? Or, are there more things to happen after this?

My personal information has already been exposed and made public to everyone… It has been revealed.

Even my house’s front door password was revealed on the Internet and engraved on my skin.

In addition, they even said that all the clothes they had were now discarded.

I was shocked, a single tear shed.

I couldn’t clearly diagnose whether this feeling was sadness or anxiety, but it was a little… It was a little sad.

Reality of situation.

At least when I was locked in this room… I guess I can go back to that house again… I still had a vague idea, but it was said that eggplants came from my house, and a rice bowl… Regarding the story of the food and clothes that were thrown away…

I feel like I can’t go back to that comfortable and cozy place again… I felt that way strongly.

A little despair.

At the same time, I felt like I had really fallen… My body goes numb from the dark, damp, and base emotions.

A dark heat, a sticky feeling that sends shivers down your spine… I thought it wasn’t just that I didn’t like it.

Next, as the temporary owner of the day, I am responsible for uploading my daily routine to SEPal… Human food was placed in the dog bowl.

Rainwater, piles of feed.

This dinner looks no different from usual… Is it because it is being seen by someone? Or is it because of the awareness of being a slave again?

Somehow, this action felt more awkward than usual.

Very… This act, which I used to do normally, feels immoral.

Really, something a slave would do, such an obscene and shameful act.

In fact, if you think about it, there is no act more humiliating and miserable than this.

Lie down… I let out a light moan at the movement of my chest, and put my head down in the dog bowl.

Eating without using hands.

The red necklace around the neck makes a clear sound… It showed off its presence.

I’m just putting food in my mouth like always… A strange heat enveloped the body.

And, every picture of me was captured on camera… There was a master.

Now, there was no reason to cover my face… So miserable and immoral… The sight of my meal, which gave off a strangely strange atmosphere, was immediately brought to SEPal… It was uploaded.

… ♡

Ah!

However, what we must not forget is that my daily routine did not end like this.

Even when I think about it again, I think it’s a messy routine.

I was given the medicine I always took together.

Normally, I would have to take the medicine with my own hands, but today I was ordered to take it in a slightly different way.

The ‘sit’ position that dogs often do.

Sit with your butt on the floor and your legs neatly placed in front of your hips… The crotch is clearly visible.

Arms bent inward, backs of hands forward… I was ordered to open my mouth and pant like a dog.

… I thought it would be less embarrassing to be in a strange posture.

In that state, with the hands still folded… The temporary owner placed the medicine he always took on the tongue spread out.

And then the following “Wait!” Words.

Literally, like a pet… I had to wait according to my master’s orders.

3 minutes… 5 minutes… 10 minutes…

My saliva pooled, and the pill slowly dissolved on my tongue, stimulating a bitter taste, but I couldn’t show it.

I guess I was satisfied only then that I was able to film myself waiting like a dog and get permission to swallow the medicine.

That’s it, just a little…

I realized that there was a faint heat floating between the open crotch♡

… Usual bowel movements.

The act of excretion being filmed while being pushed close to the camera is very… It was very shameful.

More than that, the act of laying down a toilet pad in front of a man and excreting a lump of light blue translucent jelly on top of it stimulates a sense of shame that as a woman… No, as a human being, should not be done… The cheeks were turning red.

It was pointed out that other than the light blue jelly, there was a light smear of other liquid on the restroom pad, so I couldn’t say anything.

As always… It was something I did, but the situation and environment just changed… How shameful the things you have done so far are, and how shameful it is for you as a human being… I was able to realize it again.

And now, without any filtering… The fact that it becomes clear.

It was uploaded to SEPal right in front of me, under my gaze.

I really think it’s a bad taste♥.

Remembering that fact… All night long, alone in a small room… As I lie down on my back to the feel of the straw… All night, without even realizing the passage of time… I masturbated.

In the narrow room, a terrible female smell was assailing my nose.

Sweat, sweat… The masturbation continued until the smell of urine and love juice made my brain dizzy.

Is it morning?

There were no clocks and no windows here, so I couldn’t feel the sense of time.

Only the incandescent light hanging on the ceiling quietly casts a soft light.

However, the reason I felt that way was because the quietly closed door opened, and the temporary owner came in.

Through the gap between the open door, the ordinary outside air was cooler than anything else.

It’s just ordinary air, indoors… Compared to the squishy pink airflow, it feels refreshing just by itself.

To that extent, this… The inside of the narrow room was filled with the rich, decadent body odor… It was terribly covered.

Even a single strand of straw is dyed with the sweet scent of castle… It was sticky.

Sweat, dried love juice… The leaking yellow urine and the rich red air filled with the female’s unique body odor are scattered, stimulating the sexual desires of all males.

At that moment, even the man who opened the door to the room froze for a moment and flinched, so intense and terrible… The smell of castle.

A sad and dense story full of coquettish feelings, desperately trying to seduce a male… The scent of candied peaches.

Even the man was momentarily distracted by the sticky smell that seemed to have substance.

What on earth happened?

However, as he had already suffered from this type of temptation many times, he quickly regained his senses and continued with his work.

A result that was confirmed early in the morning through a call from the diligent hospital.

That content over there… I’m still feeling hazy, so I pass it on to her who is looking at me.

A thick wad of paper.

Since this document was delivered on the spot by the director who requested it, we can be confident that no manipulation has occurred.

There were complicated words, bar charts colored in various colors for no apparent reason, and graphs full of terms that were hard to understand unless you were majoring in the field, but they were written in a long, complicated way.

Actually… The result indicated by this thick piece of paper is simple compared to its content.

The key is the last page, the paragraph in the middle.

Sample No. 14, genetic match rate = 99.8%

The results of various other samples were also listed and explained in a row with the agreement rates, but in most cases, they were just numbers.

A matching rate that boasts overwhelming similarity.

The meaning of the term genetic match rate is not a number indicating the probability of parentage between the person and the child, but an indicator indicating the degree of genetic match between the two. Even if the match rate is not 100%, it is 99.8. Even though it was a % figure, it did not mean that there was a 0.2% chance that the person in question might not be the biological father.

It’s just a range of error that can happen.

What the number 99.8 means is that, more than anything, it speaks of the possibility of a high probability.

Same location, same person, same period… The probability of one person being struck by meteorites falling from the sky three times in a row at the same time.

To talk about probability at a logical level, the possibility could be said to be close to impossible.

It must be… Evidence of paternity.

This also meant that the owner of the hair used in sample 14 was the real father of the unborn child, and Lee Ha-eun, the person who would become her owner.

Such clear evidence was thrust before my eyes.

Personal information about the person in sample 14 could be shown.

Name, face and age.

A small ID photo.

My master… // This will be the face of the person.

Ah…♥

In the photo, the face that is being pointed at is, well… Of course, we are used to it… No, if it just felt unfamiliar, it could be said to be strange.

Just 2 weeks… It’s only been two weeks.

No matter how faint the impression was on the person, even if the mind was clouded by drugs, it was an intense night where we touched each other.

Especially… It’s become such a ridiculous experience, and it’s already… There’s no way I could forget it♥… There was none.

There is no way the memories of that day could have already faded from my memory.

That much, it was a shocking experience.

It was a shocking day♥…

As a result, it ended up looking like this… Still, it was really awesome… ♥

Ten, seven people.

One by one, the events that happened that day and the faces of those people are still vivid… I was able to recall it as if it had happened today.

What happened to whom and what happened.

What did you hear, what position did you use… They tortured and stabbed my pussy.

That handsome cock… Your dick’s length♡… Size… ♡ Thickness… ♥♥, Even the shape…♥

Everything♡ was so vivid even today.

However, among dogs, in this photo… The man’s appearance♡ is, of course, special♥.

Still vivid… Really vivid… ♡ A dizzying sensation in the womb ♥

Just by looking at the photo with the man’s face engraved on it, it’s already… The uterus is pounding loudly.

Most… A dizzying memory.

An experience that I could never forget, that moment of that day.

It was wild, violent, barbaric… And destructive… My… First♥ experience…

Arbitrarily, ♡ Handled arbitrarily, without caress or foreplay, without any prior preparation, violently… That moment when I just violently shoved that vicious cock into my vagina♥♥♥

Still… Still… Those memories, emotions and sensations remained, and it was refreshing.

The moment I looked at the picture of his face, I was able to understand everything about my current situation.

Convinced… ♥ It was becoming.

Science, probability… A powerful vitality that surpasses everything, a violent savagery… He existed on that day and in that place.

Ah… ♥

That feeling I felt deep inside my body that day, in the womb… It was no mistake, really… Really♡ That’s how it ended up.

That… Awareness.

Pregnancy is not simply due to an inexplicable biological probability, but due to the inner wishes and surrender of the female who is just a female… I couldn’t shake the thought that it was inevitable.

Yes, at that time, the feeling that there was nothing I could do about it, the feeling of surrender so overwhelming that I couldn’t help it… It is only now that it has been ventilated again.

What comes to mind is the unavoidably overwhelming joy of a female… Joy.

I am just the owner of this child, the owner of myself… Just realize who you are and do it.

To the point where I give in again.

… The memories of that day are deep in my body, far away in my mind… It was engraved.

[The unicorn cries and cries]… Master♡, next to that photo… The name of the person who would become my master♡ was written.

Mile Castle.

It was a bit of an unusual name, but… The person who simply surrendered, somehow got that name… I thought it was cool.

My… Master♥

Well, please──♥