I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 226

Chapter 226 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Slave Contract Application (7)

If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Slave Contract Application (7)

Lastly, the application form for the slave contract is filled out, and in front of the camera, naked, in one’s own voice, you explain what kind of situation you will be in, what your position is, and what type of contract you will take… Everything was said, recorded and recorded.

Every single thing, everything, is captured beyond the black lens of the camera, even his own voice mixed with a bit of shame.

She went through a complex and transparent process in front of a woman in a suit looking at her, an official engaged in state affairs, and it was clearly written so that she could not escape.

Next, she engraves her own personal seal and her own name, Lee Ha-eun, onto the paper and signs it.

How many sheets will there be?

There are a lot of difficult legal terms mixed in, and there is nothing ordinary about the contents mixed in the title of the document. Contents that will make your head spin even if you just listen to the title of the document without thinking about it.

Copy of resident registration, family relationship certificate, application for loss of nationality, certificate of servitude, standard pledge of slave contract, consent to delegation of basic rights, standard loan contract, consent to sentence of incompetent person, etc. …

I read the documents one by one with my lips, filmed them on camera, and agreed.

It’s a bonus to leave your name’s signature at the end and stamp it with the prepared seal.

The entire process is recorded and certified in front of a publicly certified public figure.

Her head is dizzy

I don’t know her principles, but even within this space that restores her sanity and her reason, she gradually becomes breathless as she realizes the seriousness of the act she is committing.

Yes, in the end, I read, recited, and signed this document with a clear mind until the end.

Last…

Semi-forcibly, master… The contents of the inhumane and unfair contract that had been signed while being harassed by Mr. Were cited, and the person was forced to sign again, with his/her intention clearly acknowledged, on top of the certified contract.

The contract was handed over to me on the spot, I reviewed it, and once again, in my own voice, I agreed to the terrible document that looked no different from a physical waiver… I threw it away.

However, the difference from the body waivers that he knew was that they were nothing more than threats and documents for show, and the contract he had just signed was a contract with strict legal effect. 〈 Br〉

This is a signature made in the presence of a public figure along with an official record.

There is no reason to have a way to escape.

As soon as I become aware of that fact, a feeling of dizziness overtakes my body.

Even during this time, while realizing the seriousness of the act he was committing… The body is soaked in a secret and sticky sensation rising from deep inside.

Flushed cheeks.

Even in a space where correct reason and intelligence are clearly enforced… I am stained with pleasure.

At this rate, there is no room for excuses.

Just a self-masochistic pervert.

When the final signature was completed, another transparent puddle was spread across the floor.

The sound of rough breathing.

I definitely didn’t lose my temper, but I was in heat.

It should be a new mental state, but reason is becoming paralyzed.

My head shakes dizzy from the conflicting thoughts.

My pupils are melting stickily, my breath is getting harder.

He’s just standing up straight and signing documents, but his body is hot as if he’s in heat.

I fall into the urge to just quietly masturbate.

However, at the same time, the forced reason highlighted the shame that still remained, and stopped the finger from pointing downward.

I’m confused…

I was so excited just by the act of stamping.

There is no way to save, pervert.

Staring at herself coldly, she carefully put the contract with her final seal into her document envelope and sealed it.

Dozens of proof documents, contracts, and consent forms are placed one by one in a document envelope, sealed, and placed on her shoulder.

With that, she fully realizes that all her work has been taken out of her own hands.
Probably, I can’t get it back.

The document bag that fell into her arms, I’m not stupid enough to not know what it means.

Rather, because I know it well… A dizzying sense of pleasure fills my entire body.

One step, one step… The further away the envelope is from me, the more the awareness weighs heavily on my mind and body.

It’s just a wad of paper, but it’s only natural to think that that wad of paper defines your life.

The sealed document envelope is put into a sturdy briefcase made of black leather.

The presence of the yellow document envelope that had now disappeared from my sight could not have been so heavy.

And then what was handed over was a thin square card that resembled an identification card, almost similar to one’s resident registration card.

The card has a temporary… The words “Slave issuance certificate” Were written in large letters, so I couldn’t tell what it meant.

And a holder necklace so that the small card can be placed properly.

Can we say that this is a design that is familiar to office workers?

No, but it was different from the commonly seen necklaces worn with employee ID cards.

It was completely different.

The necklace on which the employee ID card is worn does not have such an obscene or degrading design.

Unlike her case necklace, which simply held her employee ID card, the necklace given to her literally took the shape of her necklace.

Made of leather… A bright red necklace.

Yes, a red collar that would only be used on pets.

The day before… There was a necklace similar to the one used during the filming of the AV that stimulated shame.

The only difference is that instead of where the leash should be, there is a square case that can hold a small card?

In the place corresponding to the long leash, a square case made of transparent acrylic material was hanging so that it could not be hidden.

Perhaps the card that will be placed in that square case is this card that says Temporary Slave Issuance Card that is currently lying in the palm of one’s hand?

Temporary slave issuance certificate… I look at a small plastic card that is far from ordinary.

The material of the card did not seem much different from the resident registration card that was usually in my wallet.

Above, a complex tamper-evident sticker to prevent tampering, government ministry seal, date of issuance.

The excessively cumbersome decorations make you realize that this small card is not a trivial joke, but the real thing.

And the most noticeable thing is that it is printed in the very center. Naked… Your appearance.

When was it filmed? Her pale pink, raised nipples were clearly exposed, and she had an ugly letter scribbled on her face.

There was an obscene photo of himself engraved on it, as if it had been printed when, and above it, his name and the word “Temporary slave”, Which seemed to indicate his current status, were engraved in bold black so that it could not be hidden.

Below the black letters that say “Temporary Slave Issuance Certificate” Are written his name, gender, and resident registration number.

A little differently than usual, the part where the resident registration number was written had two red lines with a strikethrough.

As if to show off on purpose, the red strike-through line goes right through the resident registration, giving the viewer a strange feeling.

It was blatantly announcing what this card was for.

Into the square case, the temporary slave issuance certificate is inserted, and eventually a leather necklace is attached.

The avant-garde appearance of a necklace on a naked body.

The sticky feel of leather on the nape of your neck runs down your skin, making you engulfed in a strange feeling.

At most, it weighs only a plastic card, but the sight you see weighs heavily on your heart.

The shameful image of his naked body and clearly exposed face, printed in large print, was not hidden at all, and graffiti like pervert, visible even beyond the photo, incited shame.

Meanwhile, the sight of her flushed face and protruding nipples reflected in the photo makes her even more embarrassed.

She said that if the non-traditional status of slaves and legal treatment were decided with such a simple administrative process, it could cause more side effects and confusion than could be imagined, so it is necessary to go through a more stringent and complicated process.

As if his mind was somewhere else, he looked at me blankly looking at the temporary slave certificate, but he continued his explanation regardless of whether I was concentrating or not.

Temporary…

What are you thinking now?

Does it somehow alleviate the sense of immorality and destruction?

The word ‘temporary’ seemed to strangely stimulate my core and ease the feeling that had been weighing heavily on my body just moments ago.

Like a fool… Whether it is temporary or not is probably not that important.

In fact, there’s no way I don’t know that temporary is just an assortment.

Even though it was something he chose himself, he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of himself clinging to a temporary situation that was nothing more than a temporary situation, perhaps because he still thought he could escape his situation.

Under…

Do you think you can go back?

Now, even though I made my own choice and agreed to it, it is funny why I feel somewhat at ease with this temporary slave situation.

It’s his own mind, but he really has no spine.

Even though he was so excited and pushed himself to destruction, at the same time he wanted to get out of this situation.

But it wasn’t something I couldn’t understand.

How many people can calmly accept being a slave, no matter how much they want it to happen?

It was enough to guess from the process so far that it wasn’t just a joke.

After going through such complicated processes and procedures, there is no way that it could be passed off as a joke, like a one-night dream, and that it was just a trivial incident.

So, even though I feel ruinous pleasure… It was no wonder that part of my heart wanted a way to escape.

Temporary… I think it was just a matter of adjusting the assortment, but that word brought me a strange sense of relief.

At the same time, when I thought about what had happened to me so far, I thought there was already a verification process that was too drastic and paranoid, but I could see that it was not enough for this slave registration.

It is said that he read these documents out loud one by one with his own mouth in front of a stiff civil servant for what seemed like well over an hour or two hours, and submitted various certificates that could be considered fatal. That can be considered a simple administrative process. There is…

At the same time, it showed how heavy and serious the decision to be a slave was.

Well, in modern society, being a slave may not be something that can be thought of so easily.

Anyone with common sense can’t help but realize how absurd the existence of this irrational and non-common sense status is.

If you think about how much sacrifice and hardship it took to break down a society of such status, you can’t help but worry even more.

Although I am aware of this, I wonder what kind of society it would be like to have such a policy, and at the same time, I am convinced that I will become a slave as a result of a cheap and unreasonable bet, even though there is no flaw or cause. I am at a loss for words due to the pervert sense.

The more I realized how heavy and serious this process was, the more I found myself reveling in the sense of inner destruction.

The skin sinks as if submerged in a damp fog that cannot be escaped.

It sinks so that it cannot rise.

The dark sense of masochism stimulates my skin, giving me goosebumps… I’m getting wet with excitement.

Sweat soaked in the heat wets the skin.

A naked body covered in salt, a breast as bulging as a burial mound, and nipples sticking out like pink awls clearly showed the emotions inside.

The golden piercings that shake the chest gently sway, creating a thrilling pleasure.

A small plastic card hung around the neck, shaking along with it.

Temporary slave issuance certificate.

The inevitable feeling of shame and excitement at the sight of myself beyond the card stimulated my mind dizzyingly.

A little moan.

Even though her own voice was shaking, she still continued her explanation stiffly.

However, there is a bit of contempt added to the way she looks at me.

That stimulates me again… Made her breasts shake

It is said that it is difficult for the abnormal law called slavery to be handled so simply, so a temporary slave ID card is issued, and a separate testing period is conducted.

A total of 3 screenings were conducted once a week for a total of 3 weeks to ensure that the subject’s consent was obtained with the free will of the subject and that there was no negative intervention in the process. Nevertheless, the subject’s will was confirmed during the experience process. It was said that the final registration of slaves would be completed only after confirming that there was still no change.

I thought it was a needlessly complicated and cumbersome procedure, but at the same time, it was something that influenced a person’s life, so the three-week course could be said to be short.

However, at the same time, we are told that this process is merely a formality.

If a detailed contract already exists, and considering the status and prestige of the man who will become his master, the process will proceed without any major problems even if the subject expresses opposition during the process… Such mischievous words were declared.

This process is just a formality…

Since it is only temporary, it has not been stigmatized yet, and since no transfer of basic rights has occurred, we need to be careful when handling it and have a few precautions… After handing it over to her temporary master, she left with her briefcase.

She is moving away

And moving away… Contracts I signed and sealed.

Irreversible evidence has escaped his sight.

It goes away.

Now I can’t reach her, I’m moving away… It is becoming irreversible.

All that remains is a temporary slave issuance certificate with his naked body clearly printed.

Her white, shining space disappears as soon as she leaves, and only then do the rushing emotions, shame, excitement, and pleasure, erode her reason… It was sitting on the floor with a small puddle.

With the realization that she had committed it, I was engulfed in the most base and sticky pleasure ever, and with a loud moan… The most terrifying orgasm was one that heated up my whole body.