Chapter 243 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Unlimited Body Modification_End of Day 1. (3)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Body modification without limits_End of day 1. (3)
He was just spewing out the desires of his heart as he pleased, and on the other hand, she, who was being pierced by that vicious cock, felt like she was going crazy and dying from the intense exercise.
The dizzying pleasure that goes far beyond the allowable amount is achieved by just touching the corner of the mouth or the glans.
I couldn’t bear it that much, and my body was shaking… The subsequent one-sided destruction.
There is no reason to endure it, and you are tormented by the hot pleasure that seems to burn your brain cells.
Due to the continuous stimulation that felt like it was on fire, the vagina was spasming, and the uterus was screaming loudly.
Due to the lungs not being able to breathe, it was impossible to actually scream out loud, and instead, vibrations resembling screams were flowing out from every corner of the body like moans.
Barely… Just barely… The stimulation of a cock that could be kept in the mouth.
He had already reached his limit and couldn’t bear it anymore, so he was just shaking, but as if he couldn’t be satisfied with just that, he couldn’t forgive, the pressure being applied to both hairs, and the master’s cock rushing in without stopping. 〈 Br〉
A violent, ferocious movement attacks the body.
Jaw being forced open.
Was it an institution that could expand this much?
Is it possible for Lee Ha-eun’s lips, which were originally a bit wide open, to fit into my mouth? I easily accept the water from the male I wanted.
However, the stimulation felt from the forcibly opened jaw is more intense than I imagined, and I feel stunned that the sensation is not pain but pleasure.
To what extent has her own body been transformed? A violent cock that doesn’t understand, but doesn’t care about my situation, is coming at me.
An object of a size that would normally be impossible to swallow forces the jaw open… It took over the inside of my mouth.
It’s a bonus that breathing, which I was able to breathe intermittently before, is cut off.
Even my rough breathing is blocked by my dick and I can’t hold it.
However, the situation of not being able to breathe is forgotten by the stimulation of the overwhelming size of the cock that permeates the body.
The overwhelming sense of pleasure that dominates the oral mucosa makes me feel like my head is going crazy.
The oral mucosa, a place that has become an erogenous zone due to the long procedure that took place all day, has no way of withstanding the stimulation of the cock that is filling it up and expanding it.
I start crying and spit out saliva.
The oral mucosa is dyed a lustful hot pink color, and the slippery and sticky lubricant properly sticks between the dicks, slightly reducing irritation.
I hope for a moment that the intense friction will lessen a little, and the torrent of pleasure occupying my mind will subside… There is no way this pleasure can be diminished by mere friction.
Rather, the movement of the cock gently penetrating me makes me dizzy.
It was so different from the first time, when he was just biting with his lips, that he couldn’t even think of resistance to the violent appearance of the cock, and was just crushed miserably.
A very thick, long stick vibrating between the lips.
It forces its way between the mouth and spreads the entire mucous membrane to enter.
A unique male dick that vibrates the entire oral cavity… The salty and fishy taste fills my mouth, and I feel dizzy just from that.
The mucous membrane of the oral cavity, which became sensitive when it was sensitive, was able to identify the shape, thickness, and even the number of blood vessels one by one, making it possible to more directly identify this male object invading the inside of my mouth.
Yes, the wriggling blood vessels, the diameter of the glans, the stickiness of the cum grains sliding across the tongue, the words, even the taste… I couldn’t help but know the details as if they were engraved directly in my mind.
One by one, they are smeared in my mind and embedded in my mind as if they were written in writing.
With that alone, I was already broke and couldn’t do anything, but that wasn’t the end.
The various mucous membranes of the oral cavity, which are no different from places where erogenous zones are concentrated, are stimulated by the dick, making me drool… The thrilling feeling of pleasure tingling all over my skin kept filling my mind, making it impossible for me to think about anything else.
It may be like this just from the feeling of the mucous membrane being rubbed, but the reality is that the image of the dick reflected in the eye still remains for a long time.
That absurd sight makes me want to ignore everything.
The cruel reality that it is not a dream.
I shed tears from the forced pleasure that is no different from violence.
Stimulation of the tip of the glans, hitting the uvula.
As if to prove that her statement that it was made like a clitoris was not a lie, the pleasure coursing through her entire body gave her the illusion that her optic nerves were burning.
The clitoris, or rather the uvula, that is tight as if squishing a frog.
Even though she wants to scream, she only cries out in silence due to the pleasure that is tightening around her lungs.
As if representing the screams in my heart, only the fountain of climax, which was about to burst, was flowing magnificently.
However, this is also the beginning of the beginning.
Eventually, the movement of the bat entering my larynx and throat was not a stimulus that my already crumbling reason could withstand,
It struck her as if fear was being added to her sense of pleasure.
The inner flesh is forcibly opened.
The sensation was so similar to a vagina, but I couldn’t bear the foreign feeling of feeling it in my throat and esophagus, and I couldn’t understand the confusing pleasure.
Is my throat a pussy, or is my pussy a pussy… I’m starting to get confused about whether it’s really my mouth that I’m having sex with that massive cock.
You can’t even breathe properly, and soon your oxygen runs out.
In the blurry vision, the only thing that is reflected is the dick… ♡, Just a dick.
The master’s cock dominates my mind.
Ah… ♡
The master’s cock is grabbed by the sheep’s hair and forcibly pushed in.
I couldn’t do anything about that thing, which was so bulky and ugly, and I was just taken over and taken over.
The walls are already full of white flags.
He is asserting his surrender more strongly than anyone else, but it is not accepted.
It cannot be forgiven with nothing more than a white flag, and it is repeatedly beaten and crumbled.
The dick was shoved down his throat as if it didn’t matter if it got ruined, or rather as if it was urging him to break it.
Reason is paralyzed, oxygen supplied to brain cells is depleted, and only then do the polluted and deteriorated alveoli begin to perform their role.
Secretion of unique metabolites.
The amazing mystery that makes survival possible even with anaerobic breathing flows through his bloodstream… Although it barely succeeds in supplying nutrients to brain cells.
In return, side effects begin to spread throughout her body.
That feeling, the sense of the body clock racing, continued to be more like torture than anything else for the person involved.
The cock, which moistened the head with the pink love gel called saliva, began to carve out the inner flesh very smoothly, and in accordance with the rhythmic movement, her lower back began to tremble as if she was fainting.
How far will it crawl?
The monster-like cock, which had expanded even further and had now reached a diameter of 8.88 cm, penetrated her throat pussy so tightly that even her finger joints could not properly accommodate it.
A violent movement that cannot be summarized in one word: violence.
Destructive movements just to vent out her sexual desires were dominating her insides, and those movements were being engraved one by one, as if engraved in her mind, as she had already reached her limit.
Kuwoouk─
About 66 cm. The size of the object could not be accepted with just the esophagus, and the object invaded even places where it should not have entered.
A feeling of nausea rising.
The chilling sensation of a cock pushing all over my body makes me unable to understand even though it is my own sensation.
A strange feeling of elation, as if not only the throat but the entire body had become a vagina.
Should I express this as exhilaration?
Now, we have reached a point where we cannot even understand our own emotions.
The feeling that even a woman who wants to vomit but can’t, that her entire neck is being used as a pussy, can’t understand, makes her head turn around and become strange.
The error in the internal clock, which began with depleted oxygen, is even more terrible… This category of pleasure that will make you scream goes on for a long time─ long──♡
The sense of time when one second is amplified into two seconds, two seconds into four seconds, and four seconds into eight seconds.
The heterogeneous sensation buried in the throat and then enveloping the entire body is mistaken as flowing endlessly through the body.
In the illusion that her whole body had become a vagina, the sensation continued to pound her womb, and she was barely able to reach the tip.
Stomach, the edge of the stomach mucosa.
Despite strong acid stimulation that an ordinary meat stick would not be able to withstand, the vicious master’s cock expands its shape even more as if it is just the right stimulation, and conquers the female called me.
A male’s cock tapping the stomach mucosa, like tapping the uterus.
The swollen abdomen sticks out so that I can see the shape of the cock, and only then does the piston movement continue inside my throat.
I couldn’t even breathe or make a groan.
A self that only gets trampled.
Above all, masochistic situations are overlaid with feelings of pleasure.
It leads to the illusion that this situation itself is desired.
In a situation where the limit has already been surpassed, the drug still remains, and the person cannot pass out.
From the amplification of the feeling of slowly shaking alone, where one second becomes fifteen seconds, you are faced with a situation where every movement leads to an orgasm, even if it is crazy, for a long time…
Saliva flows down from the eyes, nose, mouth, or any other opening.
The sight is out of focus, and what is still visible is a thick, hideous-shaped dick.
The existence of a dick is overlaid on every being called me.
In an illusion that involved my whole body, I was visioning death as my breath was blocked, and the belated instinct for life was taking control of my body.
The instinct to reproduce the species.
Moreover, the feeling of heat encroaching on my body as if on fire… To make matters worse, it spreads sensitively.
The instinct to request the male’s seed.
However, the instinct of a foolish body that cannot distinguish between the sensations of the mouth and vagina, combined with this, created a truly fantastic combination.
It’s the cock that’s making you like this, and it’s the cock that you’re desperately hoping for in this situation.
The two senses conflict, further accelerating the confusion.
The two instincts, the reproductive instinct that demands the next life and the survival instinct that wants to live, collide, disorienting one’s reason, sharpening one’s senses even further, and sending one’s senses into overdrive.
My mind is filled with colors of distant sensations.
Lee Ha-eun, the ecstatic feeling that the entire subject called myself is colored with the color of this ruthless male stick.
In a situation where it wouldn’t be strange to go crazy even if you go crazy.
The despair-like orgasm is repeated again and again.
However, that burning sensation in my brain was only the beginning, and in fact, only the area corresponding to the glans was barely touched by my lips.
Over and over again, the master’s body digs deeper and deeper, like the flesh of virgin clam meat… ♡ A distant meat stick.
Opening and opening… The moist inner flesh and mucous membrane come into direct contact with the vicious blood vessels.
Every time that happens, the lower lip spits out endlessly, almost like an instinct, and bucks its back in response.
Orgasm… And then another orgasm.
The movements of the twitching pussy… It was an act assuming a foreign object to get inside, but since there was actually nothing inside the vagina, it was a futile struggle… An incomprehensible, chilling stimulus overtook me.
A pleasure that defies understanding.
It was an unmistakable sensation of the vagina, but the strangeness of there being nothing in the actual vagina refused to be understood by my mind.
Reason has already been paralyzed by pleasure for a long time.
A few minutes of being dominated by one-sided sexual intercourse that was no different from torture.
In this abnormal situation, I began to feel a sense of control over the overwhelming pleasure that I could not control.
The feeling of fanaticism, worshiping God.
An overwhelming feeling of adoration that resembles Gwangae.
Is this a defense mechanism to protect one’s mind amidst a torrent of pleasure that threatens to drive one crazy? By replacing all these feelings with feelings of religious faith, they attempt to protect their feelings from being destroyed like grains of sand.
It brainwashes me into thinking that everything about my existence is for this Lord who is controlling me.
Pleasure becomes joy, joy becomes ecstasy… The feeling of ecstasy is accompanied by feelings close to religious worship… It slowly pollutes the mind.
However, the fact that even such pollution is a struggle for survival shows the misery.
It’s no different from the brain being raped by a dick.
Values are polluted, senses are distorted, and common sense is corrupted.
Although Bonsi himself had quite a tendency to prefer violent pleasure, this feeling now was in a different direction from that.
The illusion that everything in life exists solely for that purpose.
I was now driven to the point where I thought it was natural.
Even breathing is controlled by the dick, and you can’t control your own body without permission.
My entire body is pierced by the dick as if skewered, my sense of smell is already covered with the male’s body odor, and my whole body’s senses are polluted, so I can’t even judge what is right and what is wrong.
My sense of time is no longer perfect, and I can’t even remember when my mouth and pussy started to tingle.
The functions of brain cells that have begun to degenerate are defenseless and only accept stimuli, and even the original values of the person are eroded.
The relationship between master and slave, which was only rationalized with its own values, is being modified from a more essential point.
The relationship between master and servant that started just for pleasure is reversed, and the man in front of me… It is reestablished as a one-sided relationship of worship in which one can do anything for the master and his cock.
Every time that vicious cock stabbed and crushed my throat and uvula, my existing common sense and values were destroyed and eroded.
I can’t hide the feeling of joy when I think that the overwhelming feeling of nausea and the terrible male smell that vibrates my sense of smell are all caused by my master.
It is just taken for granted.
All functions of the brain cells are reduced to tools to feel the master’s senses in more detail.
The female called me is only a tool to be sacrificed to her master, and that awareness is forcibly instilled in her.
The overwhelming male cock, the heterogeneous pleasure of the throat, the degenerated brain cells, the weak remaining stimulants, and various situations come together in a complex way, breaking down and reconstructing Lee Ha-eun’s essential values.
Every time the throat and vagina are throbbed, every time the stomach mucosa is throbbed like a uterus, the feeling of pleasure pressing down on the neck, the behavior of the cock blocking the mucous membrane of the mouth, the cock blocking every nook and cranny of the esophagus, which has been converted into an erogenous zone. To the touch… A surge of pleasure that far exceeds the allowable limit goes beyond reason, reaches the spirit and body, and fills the mind with pleasure for the master.
The vision turns pure white.
Was that color the slimy semen that was being vomited into the stomach? Or, was it a fainting effect due to the effects of the medicine that finally arrived?
With my eyes turned white, I fainted.
Only then was I allowed to lose consciousness, spitting out the semen I couldn’t swallow on the ground.
Fainting with complete loss of senses.
As soon as I realized that I could be happy, my consciousness became clouded.
Feeling a strange sense of regret at the feeling of my dick coming out with a pop, I fell into a puddle stained with the semen and love juice I had vomited.
Loaded like a piece of luggage, it takes just a few minutes to get out of this secret basement.
Her reddened crotch was exposed to many gazes… Regardless of whether you slept the night before, you could be transported to that narrow mansion.
She had already fainted and was not noticed, but her appearance was inevitably captured by various people’s camera lenses, and overnight, she was able to raise her name as a very famous pervert woman on social media.
As the owner, he had no reason to protect her human rights, and her face… Both the breasts and the vagina are clearly exposed and captured on a small screen.
Eventually, it was not difficult for people to discover that there was a very impressive card on the back of her neck, and it did not take long for them to realize that her identity was written on that small card.
Temporary slave issuance certificate.
Her identity, name, and even address were completely exposed.
By the afternoon, the relationship between SEPal and Lee Ha-eun was completely revealed, and the pervert truth about Lee Ha-eun… There was no choice but to become known among many people.
A reality that only she, stunned, does not yet know.
Was it fortunate or unfortunate for her that she didn’t realize that she was wandering down the street, fainting and with her soaking wet pussy on full display?
A complete social death sentence.
However, there remained a physical ordeal that made her feel like a social death sentence.
She had already completely fainted, so there was no way she could breathe properly, and it took about 12 hours for her to wake up in a corner of a cramped single room, and she would have been left in a state of suffocation. I had no choice.
Side effects of specific metabolites generated from contaminated and degenerated alveolar masses, progression of infantile degeneration over a long period of time, lasting over 12 hours.
It would be a good thing if it stopped there. Her master Mai-seong, who was not yet satisfied even after entering her small single room, could not ignore the sight of the throat onahole flashing before his eyes, and repeatedly used the toilet in the mouth of the woman who had not yet come to her senses. He used it again and again, until the shape of her throat’s mucous membrane was transformed to fit his shape.
The terrible smell of male semen fills the small room.
If such a strong smell spreads throughout the room, it would be obvious what the inside of the throat would be like when semen was spit out.
A puddle of semen so thick that it fills the stomach and overflows out of the mouth.
Not only that, he was so grumpy that he spit out urine inside his throat.
What do they think the human mouth is? They use it like a toilet, marking it with urine as if an animal is claiming ownership.
The pungent smell of urine containing salt and ammonia.
However, her remodeled wooden toilet had come to the point where she accepted even that as a thrilling stimulation of pleasure, and the taste and smell of her master’s semen and urine, which had not been cleaned properly and remained in her wooden vagina, left her stunned and defenseless. Her infant degenerated brain cells were endlessly engraved on her body and mind, and were also defenselessly exposed… Accept the pleasure engraved on your body without any prejudice…
A new sexual perversion called semen addiction and urine addiction was deeply rooted in her deep psychology and cerebral gray matter.
Mouth pussy… Let’s say, the mouth is a toilet.
Between her lips, glistening with pink, wet saliva, a yellow, cloudy liquid flutters… It was hinting at her future.
The story of her barely opening her eyes, experiencing an orgasm from the pungent taste of her urine in her mouth, and falling into masturbation in a miserable mood is another story.
Semen symbol and urine symbol.
A mouth toilet that goes beyond the mouth and pussy.
Gradually, she was becoming more suitable for a slave Lee Ha-eun.
While she fainted for a moment and lost her mind, in her cozy rest,
Just by the salty smell of urine and the pungent taste of ammonia taking over my taste buds, I became horny and easily climaxed, turning into a pervert-like body.
