Chapter 227 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Slave Contract Application (8)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_ Slave Contract Application (8)
I sat down on the floor with my legs feeling weak, shaking my body back and forth from strange yet unidentifiable emotions.
The person who stopped his trembling body was his master, who had been watching as if he was bored.
My castle…
Now, should I call you master?
With unfocused pupils, I alternately looked at his blurry face and the temporary slave certificate hanging on his leash.
… Strange feeling.
Even though it gives me goosebumps, a nervous feeling tightens my heart.
The word “Temporary” Gives a sense of security that we are still on the edge, but that is also just a deception.
A showy display of assortment.
Even if you don’t think about it too deeply, you can see that the word temporary is just an assortment of words.
The attitude of civil servants who seemed to treat their superiors consistently.
The existence of the record that was spoken with one’s own mouth, the weight of the contract that was signed.
A superman who seems to be influential enough to bring himself, who is just a civilian with no special features, an AV company full of dangerous smells, and a government official with considerable power, to come to this suspicious building.
With a difference of this magnitude, it wouldn’t be difficult to make it happen even if there were no problems here.
I was not ignorant enough to not know the difference between such unequal power.
Slave… I could tell just by looking at the situation that this status was a fairly serious matter, but to that extent… I could also see that this word ‘temporary’ was nothing more than an assortment.
Did you say that it was a final self-determination procedure that would take three weeks, three times a week for a total of three weeks? I am sure that it would have no meaning… Furthermore, I knew it.
What they, she, and he thinks… It can be said that it is clearly visible in the photo of this temporary ID card.
Naked…
A photo composed without the slightest consideration for personal privacy or human rights.
The face was not covered at all, so it was possible to specify the target as much as possible, and the chest or vagina… The parts that women should cover were emphasized as if they were showing off.
If they thought they were the same person, they wouldn’t even think about issuing such an ID card.
Temporary… However, it is not temporary, but in fact a status close to slavery.
That’s… B.
Lee Ha-eun.
Look at your name written on the temporary Noe issuance certificate.
Looking at the erect nipples, I feel dizzy.
With awareness, my breathing became rough.
… ♡
Since I don’t know my own position and the situation I’m in, I can understand it well, so I get excited.
It was dizzying.
The animal-like self that goes into heat even in situations like this.
Is it because the mysterious white space that forced me to maintain my senses has disappeared?
As if to pay back the interest that had been owed, the suppressed emotions come rushing out like a dam, filling me with dizzying emotions.
I’m short of breath.
The nipples stood out even more,
Highly viscous white fluid soaked the floor from the butt mill pounded on the floor.
Again… I look at my master’s face.
Brown skin, yellow hair.
A cheap-looking gold necklace and an Aloha shirt.
He looks like a third-rate scoundrel, a stupid asshole without even a shred of intelligence or character… When I realized it, I somehow seemed like a dependable man.
It’s strange.
My heart is pounding.
Master and slave. As soon as I realized that word, my heart stopped calming down.
A strange feeling, a really strange feeling.
There’s no way he could know things like the man’s appearance, he just gave in to sexual desire and pleasure, and being like that back alley gangster only incites disgust…
Slave issuance certificate.
The weight of the necklace around my neck pulled at my heart.
My heart is pounding as if it will explode.
My head felt dizzy.
And I think about the prank I played on him right before, that is, before I signed the contract.
The feeling of being harassed, treated like a toy, whispered to, teased, and having every inch of one’s body touched and caressed.
The emotions that had been diluted by the sudden contract and the strange space swelled up again, and as I thought about the situation I was in now, I wondered what would happen from now on, from now on♡
With such anticipation ♡
The emotions of excitement, fear, hesitation, and ecstasy are mixed together, and the owner feels confused… It was looking up at you.
An emotion that could not be hidden was spreading in the eyes.
From now on, you are the master who can do whatever you want… Mr.
With that awareness, my face became hot as I thought about things that might happen in the future.
However, unlike what I thought, something did not happen immediately.
Have you recognized your inner feelings?
The master who mocks you.
My face got hot when the sticky crotch area was pointed out.
Even in this situation, nothing much changed for the individual who still called me, and the same was true for my sense of shame.
Rather, the weight on this neck and the photo of the ID card hanging on stimulated those feelings even more keenly.
Breath that shines after being ridiculed and ridiculed.
Just by lightly flicking the nipple with the tip of my finger, I let out a loud scream and wet the floor with ugly stains.
The cheerful ridicule is a bonus.
However, the thirst for something lacking has not changed…
Rather, the heated body aspires even more passionately… I start to crave it.
Cock…, I feel like my fingers alone are not enough.
If I hadn’t known the man from the beginning, my body, which had experienced its first decadent and even sadistic experience, couldn’t have forgotten the memories of that day,
I hope it gets hotter for a few days.
The body, which was close to its limit, could only desperately yearn for repeated mischievous pranks.
Female… The female body part cries out desperately.
I go into heat.
I want the male seed.
She said she was already carrying the child, but she couldn’t bear the feeling.
Big… Bulky… Cock.
I look at the man in front of me, my master.
Watery eyes. The focus is blurred, the eyes are wandering.
A bulky body, a big stick.
And, … That man’s younger brother.
If you look at it this way, the person who violated you roughly that day… It resembled that superior male.
A strong body, wide shoulder lines, even forearms that seem thicker than her own thighs…
As I looked at the body of the owner of the Aloha shirt, that day… The ridiculous experience I had that day came back to me.
Memories that come to mind, and emotions of that moment.
Mixed up and mixed together… The shock of not being able to understand what I was feeling.
A moment of unprecedented breakthrough,
Unforgettable, engraved in my mind… The most horrible, violent, destructive… An ecstatic experience.
That feeling came up, and… Overlapping with the image of a man looking down at me, emotions overtake my body.
Very… I heard it was so big♥
Ruffianism… Even the words are not enough, huge, gigantic… The bat below.
That image came to mind, and the moment when I was pierced, dominated, crushed, and pierced by that object came to mind, and I let out a breath.
What should I do… My heart was so hot that it felt like it was going to burst.
I’m in heat, I’m in heat, I’m in heat… Etage’s own body that finds a male and throws it away.
However, I was stopped.
Why? Why? Why?
It’s a pity, it’s just a pity.
The unbridled emotions stimulate her body like a well and sadly make her heart tingle.
The finger and the experience of being trampled♡ weren’t bad, but it was disappointing. After all, I feel inadequate.
Two weeks have passed since that day, that overwhelming experience.
Doing it alone wasn’t enough.
Absolutely… I was able to orgasm, but I couldn’t help but feel the feeling that something was lacking.
Even if the bedsheets were soaked with white, transparent, and sticky liquid, even if they were shiny with saliva, saliva, and sweat, and filled with the scent of one’s own body, the lack was not filled.
Rather, the thirst only deepens.
I couldn’t help but feel that comforting myself wasn’t enough.
On the contrary, it only gets worse.
Reason became clouded, the yearning grew deeper day by day, and focus became blurred.
Meanwhile, an improbable pregnancy was discovered.
She was embarrassed at first.
Miserable, terrible… She didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t sleep due to fear and fear, her worries and anxiety about the future, regret and contemplation of the life she had conceived in her stomach.
However, that too in one day.
Defeated by the throbbing sensation of her vagina and the helpless, miserable feeling of being a female… And the anticipation of her destruction, the envy of her master, and anxiety, a mixture of emotions that were so confusing that even I couldn’t figure it out, made me feel helpless… As much as she was confused.
She was able to suppress the emotions that were burning her body and the emotions that were burning in her heart.
No, should I say she had forgotten?
And for a moment…
Really, her own master… Face the male who will become you… I was molested at will, forced to orgasm, made to write absurd contracts, sold, and eventually ended up in a contract of slavery.
It’s labeled as temporary, but I know very well that it won’t mean much.
What a slave… Lee Ha-eun, who has become a person.
As proof, like this… A picture of her naked body was hung around her neck.
Once we realize that fact, all that remains is… A torrent of emotions that I was just enduring.
It starts to flow.
Body heating up.
I wanted the male in front of me.
I wanted to be stabbed by a male with a big, beefy cock, like a thick, violent and violent colt.
Then… It would be nice.
They look at you with interest, but all that comes back is ridicule.
Pervert Being criticized and harassed for being a bitch.
Ah♡
This time the clitoris bounced.
A tingling electric current runs through my spine, and I can’t raise my back, and my body collapses to the floor again.
A face that falls into a puddle of its own creation.
My nose feels crooked from the smell of my own body fluids thrust in front of my nose.
I can clearly tell that it is the smell of a female in heat.
The feeling of feeling like your head is going crazy.
Although it was his own scent, it was so vulgar and lewd that it stimulated shame.
But, more than that… The aching body demanded a male.
It’s not this sad finger play, it’s really proper… I’m asking for the male’s things.
But it was rejected.
It wasn’t a bad idea to crush me and dominate me here, but the reason was that I had a better idea.
Since I already have a slave that I can do whatever I want, I will do more enjoyable things, and after that, I will have as much sex as I want, and I will make as much of a mess as I can, whether I want it or not, so don’t worry,
He whispered like that with shining eyes that did not try to hide his desire at all.
Facing that blatant, sticky look of desire, I could only flinch and nod, feeling like a puppy whose meat had been taken away right before my eyes.
I nodded, but there was nothing I could do about the dampness down below.
Just like that, I was pulled by my master’s hand and stood up with my shaky back.
A clearly visible body.
The stiff nipples weren’t even trying to hide their emotions.
He said he had a place to go.
… Is it really possible to go out like this?
Look at your own body.
Every nook and cranny of her body, with obscene graffiti and obscene phrases engraved on it.
Breasts, nape, asshole, pussy, sides, even knuckles… Any aspect of one’s body that one is embarrassed to show to others.
… Naked there.
No matter how much it is said to be a slave, it is temporary.
However, if you go out and look like this, even if… Even if I ceased to be a slave, I would be socially dead.
No, more fundamentally, shame was unavoidable.
Just by imagining it, your face turns bright red like a boiled octopus.
It was not caused by excitement, but by a renewed sense of shame.
As if he had guessed my feelings, the master continued speaking to me.
Since I am a temporary slave, my status still remains that of a citizen of the Republic of Korea, and accordingly, if I wander around the country in this state, I can be punished under the current law.
First, I had prepared my own clothes and was handed them to wear.
… So, if you become a slave, does that mean you have to walk around naked?
It was creepy.
… The clothes handed to the owner were clothes… It just seemed more appropriate to call it cloth rather than cloth.
An off-shoulder crop top made of transparent fabric that shows through.
In fact, it was questionable whether it should be called a crop top. The fabric area of the fabric given to him was so short that if one were to call this an underboob fashion, it would be considered an extreme or even fatally short top.
When placed on the chest, it can barely cover the nipple.
The large, swollen F-cup breasts barely covered the nipples located in the center, and did they even cover 1 cm below them? It was short clothes.
Let alone the lower breasts, even the slightest movement would expose the nipples through the gap.
At this level, I couldn’t even tell what the difference was between not wearing it and not wearing it.
At least the part of the cloth that covered the skin was transparent, so that the obscene graffiti on the chest was visible.
No, on the contrary, it draws more attention to the extent that it is obscured.
Rather, it is an obscene outfit that seems to aim for exposure.
At this point, it wasn’t strange that it was called underwear rather than top.
It is not ordinary underwear, but special purpose underwear prepared for erotic purposes.
Seeing him casually handing over a piece of cloth, calling it a top, shows the owner’s pervert personality… I could tell.
What is the difference between being naked?
The fact that he was wearing a cloth? I couldn’t imagine anything other than being taken straight to the police station if he was caught.
Of course, the bottoms were no different.
I didn’t even want it to cover my knees. But wasn’t it necessary to lower the hem between the crotch, or at least to the point corresponding to the labia?
A black semi-transparent miniskirt that, as if deliberately aimed, only goes down to the point corresponding to the clitoris, and is already inappropriate to be called a skirt.
Was there any intention to cover it?
Although it was dyed black, the inner flesh was transparent and the inside was clearly visible.
5 cm from waist.
No matter how long I stretched it, the hem of the skirt, exquisitely positioned on the clitoris, seemed only to emphasize the woman’s vagina.
Just dressing for sex.
I was handed a piece of cloth, which was no different from advertising that I would be doing pervert work from now on.
However, since he had been ordered and had become a slave, there was no way he could refuse, and he was forced to wear cloth on his skin that was too inappropriate to be called clothes.
Surprisingly, I couldn’t feel any difference before and after wearing it.
No, would it actually be more embarrassing?
It could be said to be a piece of clothing that makes people dizzy just by looking at it.
Of course, there was no way she could wear underwear, and the gold heart-shaped nipple piercings that seemed to have no intention of covering up stood out, emphasizing a more provocative and sensational appearance.
In addition, she was wearing apricot colored knee socks, a white right garter ring, and a white maid katyusha…
Provocative, sensational… I became obscene.
Plus, since the fabric doesn’t cover the skin at all, the various graffiti marks on the body naturally stand out…
No matter where or how I look, I can only see it as a pervert.
Just like that, he was dragged by the leash like a dog and taken down the elevator.
… What should I do?
Other than shame, there was no time to feel any other emotions.
A face that is colored like red.
Ah… Ah… ♥
The master looks at his own face with a grin.
It felt like an elementary school student playing a mean prank on a girl he liked, but as his age and social status were different, the level of the prank was on a different level.
I couldn’t bear to raise my head.
Contrary to my feelings, the outside air I felt for the first time in a few days was quite fresh.
Now my heart is pounding with shame and shame. But wouldn’t it be strange for secret feelings of pleasure to be mixed in between those emotions…
At best, sticky threads were clinging to the apricot-colored stockings that were being worn.
It’s truly dizzying ♥
