Chapter 220 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Slave Contract Application (1)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Slave Contract Application (1)
A man coming towards me far, far away.
My younger brother, whom we have already talked about. And maybe you will become my master… It must be someone.
A swaggering step. The appearance shown from the shaky steps reminds us of the common fists of a quiet back alley with only loud noises.
Aloha shirt with a bright blue background that is very assertive, and on the other hand, very baggy navy blue sweat shorts that don’t seem to be trying to hide their dryness at all.
Clothing that seems to represent a typical third-rate gangster.
Such an outfit matched his natural aura without any sense of discomfort, clearly showing his gangly side.
The necklace hanging around her neck is needlessly flashy and shows off too much, showing off her presence to the point where it seems impossible to pass by.
A needlessly large, yellowish chain-shaped gold necklace that looks about the size of a thumb joint.
It was a typical example of how gold, which symbolizes abundance and opulence, can look like this if it is excessively combined.
Rather than showing the abundance of gold, it was seen as nothing more than clumsy bravado and a misplaced desire to show off, filled with a poor man’s sense of victimization.
It was surprising that the color of gold, which should look noble, was lumped together like this, so it only looked cheap.
That appearance overlapped with this man’s strangely cheap-looking, artificial-colored yellow hair, which only emphasized his appearance as a neighborhood gangster, not his wealth.
At best, he appears to be nothing more than a wealthy rich man who got lucky and a typical ostentatious delinquent. If this was a deliberate attempt to give that impression, it can certainly be said to have been a great success.
Even if you look for the words intelligence and character, you can’t even find a shadow of them, you idiot.
It would look perfect with sunglasses and a baseball bat… I had such useless feelings.
Well, looking at him like that… I, too, am thinking this… If I actually think about myself, wouldn’t it be the same to say that I can’t find intelligence or character?
No… If my appearance is more serious, it is more serious.
It could be said that I was never in a position to talk about other people.
Naked… It’s also sticky and wet with sweat and obscene bodily fluids… It’s soaked in lust, melting onto the skin… Strange drops of sweat.
It remains clearly on the skin… Traces of shame, traces.
It was information about your body, your name, or… Obscene and obscene words.
Your secret body information is clearly written there.
What was the size of your breasts, your height, your weight… My name, home address, and even my cell phone number were all scribbled using my body as a drawing board, and at the very least… Even the number of folds in the anus… It had been written down.
Even when I think about it again, it seems quite shameful.
Between the crotch, which is exposed as if not intending to sleep, there are two red buds that have become red and bloodshot overnight, and a milky liquid flowing down between them.
Above all, naked…
Naked in front of a man I’ve never seen before… My obscenely heated body is clearly exposed.
Even though it was his own appearance, he was lewd and vulgar with no room for excuses.
Who is judging whose intelligence and character?
My skin was still flushed with the lingering effects of estrus, and I couldn’t even focus my eyes properly.
Now, perhaps even the lewd mood flowing from his body was causing him to become horny, and the whisper of a burning desire was tracking his mind and body.
Dry neck, nipples sticking out stiffly, body torn apart… Sweetness leaking from your lips… Even a sigh.
A vile bitch who is literally being toyed with by sex.
I can’t even think about anything other than obscene things… The appearance of a fallen prostitute.
It could be said that it was a messy first impression in many ways.
And, seeing myself like that… I didn’t mind, but rather willingly… Maybe he wasn’t paying attention at all, but instead he just approached me and did whatever he wanted… He lightly flicked my nipple with his fingertip.
“… Ah…♡!
This… The unexpected stimulation, the sudden stimulation applied to a sensitive area, lightly touched my nerves, became a catalyst for the gunpowder I had built up, and made me scream in excitement.
“Hmm. The looks are acceptable, but the breasts… You could say it’s big, but is it still a shame?
Well, let’s keep that in mind… “
A typical gritty voice that seems to be drawn by eye, not at all different from what it looks like on the outside.
His personality seemed to be revealed not only in his appearance, but also in the sounds he made.
And, as if it is natural to have such a displayed personality, explicit gazes mixed with desire are directed at my body.
Eyes that tried not to hide their desires at all scanned and evaluated my body.
Face, chest, thighs, belly button, … And the genitals… Until♡.
I was touched at times as if I was evaluating a product, and at other times I was whistled openly as if I was admiring it, and I was harassed arbitrarily.
As a woman and as a person, it is natural to feel uncomfortable with such blatant gaze and inappropriate behavior that does not feel the slightest bit of consideration, but… But I guess I’m not a normal woman either… His lust-filled gaze, his blatant comments… The body just felt hot.
Low… A dark impulse.
On the contrary, there was a part of him that was willing to do it.
He sounds and acts like a typical back alley bully.
Fingers full of desire, not trying to hide it at all, stickyly entangle the thighs, stimulating them in a dark way.
The chilling stimulation sends a tingle down my back, and along with the water current, dizzy goosebumps rise on my skin.
A soft sensation running down my spine, my back hurting, stop… Damp moisture gathers in.
“… Tsk♡”
“Sensitivity… It’s not as bad as you think, and looking at your eyes, it looks like you’re not that dissatisfied with the situation right now, right? The inclinations and personality written in the materials sent don’t seem to be much different from what they are now… I quite like it too, yeah. It’s a pretty good fit.”
In its own way, perhaps it’s a compliment?
However, the underlying feeling of contempt and the meaning of the gaze are not hidden, making it even more humiliating.
A word or attitude that evaluates a product or tool that appears to be quite useful, rather than looking at the same person.
I think that appearance is also the same.
Typical bully.
A person who does not try to hide his desires at all and is very faithful to his desires.
The sensation of being treated so blatantly is new, creepy and dizzying… I don’t think I hate it that much.
My cheek was caressed stickily.
Explicit finger movements, as if to call it caressing.
“Oh… ♥, Ah…♡”
The sensation required, the thrill of wanting the body, the sense of the male’s sexual desire being exposed without hesitation, the sticky feeling of being bitten and stretched, stimulates my own secret masochistic sexuality… A low sense of satisfaction and heat was rising.
Every time his hand touches your body… The sound of moaning that inevitably escapes… Sticky and hazy… It seemed like he was revealing his feelings.
And just like that, I saw myself trembling from the secret yet strange stimulation… It was being seen.
Lured by those demanding eyes and the gaze of a male faithful to his desires… The body became even more heated.
“… I thought it was really odd that my brother was just disposing of the scraps that he had thrown away, but surprisingly, this is quite a thing. “It’s not bad, no, I like it.”
He mutters, wondering if the moment of evaluation is over.
Did I pass something? It was still an attitude of not considering me at all, but maybe that would be the way he would treat me in the future… That would be it.
Slave… If that’s the case, you don’t have a choice.
Nevertheless, it appears that there is some kind of consideration, and it whispers a little cautiously.
“Hmm… I don’t know if you know, but am I? He’s a pretty successful person. Have you ever heard of Majang-dong’s Daehangeon-a Maiseong? Older brother… In fact, compared to… I think it’s worth giving up on, but I’m not the kind of person who gets distracted by anything. Thanks to this, there are already three fair-faced and obedient slaves in my house alone. So, to put it bluntly, we don’t really need slaves that much.”
Self-boasting that seems pretentious.
That appearance also reminded me of a typical tomboy, which was comical, but strangely enough, I think that consistent stupidity is typical of him.
And, even before his arbitrary words… Before I knew it, the scent coming from his body that was right in front of my face… The strong male scent strongly stimulates the sense of smell.
Male-specific… Unique smell.
The male scent was different for each person, but was he special? Or is his condition that much more vulnerable?
His body odor, coming from up close… It was so dizzying.
My vision is distorted.
The world was distorted, as if the foundation had collapsed.
My hair is pink… Melting, painted in his colors… It gets colored.
More… More… I want to smell this, it’s an irresistible urge… It dominates the mind.
“There are already enough slaves who embrace with love and affection. To be honest, three is enough. There are too many.
Love, affection, pure love, pure affection… It’s a great word, it’s beautiful and makes my heart feel warm just hearing it.
Well, I don’t hate it that much either. It’s a very important and precious thing. Anyway… “
His voice whispering.
It feels like he’s whispering something in my ear, but I can’t hear it clearly.
Just more… The urge to be this close, to feel his touch, to smell his body, those sensations take over my whole body. It felt like things were going to get weird. Or has it already become strange?
It’s just dizzying.
Blonde tanning girl.
Perhaps the appearance of showing off typical machoism is not just for decoration, but his wild side is more powerful than it appears, right around the corner… His body scent can be felt up close… It was so tempting.
Vicious… A truly terrible pheromone.
Just the lingering scent of him whispering in my ear, stimulating my female self, melting away her reason, making her impulsive… His scent was strong.
Just like this… While whispering in your ear, just the inevitable scent flowing out is enough to make the opposite sex feel dizzy.
He, who had been quietly whispering, suddenly shouts out loud.
“But it’s not enough! That alone is not enough!!
People cannot survive on food that is just sweet. I don’t know about other people, but I do.
It’s more intense, radical, shady, vulgar, petty, sadistic, mean and mean… “There is a lack of strong sexual desire that stimulates primal desire!”
The look of madness seeping into the blood-shot eyes and the dark brown eyes right in front of me gives me chills, and the look of sincere, pure desire stimulates my heart.
It felt like his emotions were transferring to me.
A strange feeling, as if in sympathy with his feelings, as if stimulated… My heart began to tremble.
“…♥”
Forced empathy.
As if a subjugated female was just fawning over her. Even though I don’t understand it at all, I let out a purring sound as if I’m in tune with his voice.
I just give in to his terrible male scent wafting close by and completely approve of his every sound without even needing to understand it.
Even though he knew something serious was coming out of him, he couldn’t concentrate at all.
I’m just desperately trying to endure this heat that seems to be bursting out of my heart in order to cool it down even a little.
My mind is already filled with the smell of the man in front of me… I was dominated and had no time to think about anything else.
“In fact, we are purchasing slaves to satisfy desires that cannot be satisfied through such ordinary methods… The world really doesn’t work the way you think… It’s not like I want to live my life doing whatever I want. Still, I always thought that there was a need for a loophole that could be resolved at will.”
As he talks about such very arbitrary things, his hands move violently, as if he is getting heated by something.
The hand gestures become more extreme with the already heated body.
It slid between my armpits as if indulging, tickled my spine, and grabbed my sides as if it was using my body as its own.
A distant feeling… I was harassed by radical and intense stimulation… As he teases, a delighted moan is played at the gesture of his hand.
“… Ah♥, ah…♡ Ah…♡”
Even simple voices get out of control.
Every time his palm touched my skin and moved, I couldn’t help but let out a strange moan along with the natural feeling of pleasure, as if I was playing a musical instrument.
“Lee Ha-eun… Did you say that? Do you know? “Are the classes called slaves better protected by human rights and laws than people think?”
“… Ha… ♡”
“Of course, I can’t even compare them to ordinary people, but I still can’t treat them as I want, like the slaves we commonly think of.”
As he said those words, he seemed to be dissatisfied with something and grabbed my chest more violently.
It should be normal to scream in pain more than anything else, but for some reason… The sound that came out of my lips was not a scream of pain, but a moan of joy.
“Yes, you idiot. It’s a bit small, but the elasticity isn’t bad.”
“Ugh…!♥”
Has my head gone crazy?
I could tell that it had been squeezed quite violently, but beyond that, I was overwhelmed by the sense of pleasure.
The horny brain loses control and simply implants a violent sense of pleasure in each and every brain cell.
Flirting with his whispers, his voice, and the stimulation that passes over his skin… I couldn’t think of anything other than struggling.
“It is said that basic rights are being taken away in many areas and nationality is being extinguished, but would it be said that the most basic human rights remain? “It’s the only thing left.”
I climax as if it were natural, in sync with the movement of his fingers tracing over my belly button.
“Tsk… Ahhh♥… Ugh…♡”
Ah, this time the back of my thighs, a secret place that would normally not be touched, is being stroked violently.
Following that creepy sensation and stimulation, my body bounced up at the smell of his body that tormented my sense of smell, and my back arched and bounced like a leaping fish.
A heart that beats a bat.
Like an engine that is idling and accelerating, it hums loudly and racks my brain.
The sensation of both nipples being grabbed, stretched, and squeezed made me shrink as if my heart had been grabbed… Another mind-boggling orgasm.
Eyes that flicker with peak pleasure.
My vision turns black. The pink fog erodes reason and creates confusion.
More and more… It’s becoming impossible to understand what he’s saying.
Even the reason to understand what is being said melts away, and it becomes sad… It is swallowed up by the terrible male scent.
Every time his voice rang in my ears, the sense of empty hearing resonated through my epidermis, echoed, and seemed to caress my uterus.
The impossible sensation of having my organs touched directly, every time the sound of his whisper gets louder, every time I hit my ear… It was panting, the sound of a distressed female.
Just…♡, I’m just being drowned out by his voice… ♥ It was.
