Chapter 250 – If_Happy Story 01 : Week 1_Unlimited Body Modification_Last Day_Brain (1)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Unlimited body modification_Last day_Brain (1)
─Day 7.
In fact, even when I opened my eyes again in the familiar room full of meat, it didn’t really feel real.
As expected, I definitely had a memory of leaving the rain room and walking down the hallway, and in the midst of my hesitation, I thought I heard the sound of a car’s exhaust, but in my clouded consciousness, no proper memory remained.
Repeatedly losing consciousness and barely regaining consciousness due to the pleasure that torments the five senses.
Could it be said that beyond the blurry vision, I couldn’t even come to my senses, and only time had passed by so far?
When I came to consciousness, I was told that it was the last procedure.
Before I knew it, a day had passed as I suffered from the sticky pleasure that burned my head all day like a child suffering from a fever.
The various pleasures flowing from the five senses endlessly circulated and repeated in my body, distracting my reason.
It was not a stimulus that could be easily tolerated.
It was so violent and arbitrary… I couldn’t even count how many times I got hot just from the stimulation of the night breeze.
As the sensation of climax swirled, a dizzying sensation of orgasm arose in another place.
The body that had climaxed just before now, the head barely swollen with the feeling of ecstasy… It is said that I am really struggling, but the strong sense of joy that comes without waiting for me.
A cycle in which an orgasm rushes through the entire body, giving birth to an orgasm, and the swelling stimulation gives birth to an even more intense orgasm.
Once the heightened emotions were inflated, they did not seem to subside easily, and the accumulated irritation that could not be resolved eventually began to break down the embankment of reason.
Like a foreign body stuck in every corner of the body, the residual sense of pleasure keeps forcibly piercing and opening the female’s heart… ♡ It has broken my heart.
The chain reaction of estrus and climax, the vicious synergy, scattered a violent electric current as if it were driving a sense of pleasure directly into my brain… The skin of the whole body becomes more sensitive to the dizzying sensation of ecstasy, and naturally it leads to an even more extreme sense of pleasure to the roots of the whole body.
I couldn’t resist the lewd sex from the pleasure that made every single brain cell melt sweetly.
A female’s vulgar moaning sound.
Even as I feel dizzy, and my mind goes back and forth, I hear my own lewd voice… For some reason, it resonates clearly in my ears.
… ♥
Even the reflexive muscle spasms and trembling muscle vibrations that occur due to the ecstasy of climax are converted into a pleasurable stimulus, pushing oneself further.
A chain reaction of uncontrollable, uncontrolled pleasure.
A series of climaxes that can be said to be truly terrifying, a climax… Torture♡
Even the moment I faint and lose consciousness, I am far away… Intoxicated by the sensation of ecstasy floating in the high heavens, the castle’s voice rang out.
Climax and peak… The continuous climax of hell, with no idea when it would end, ran wild like a colt on fire until the result of a desperate survival instinct called fainting, which was extremely self-protective but was nothing more than temporary refuge, appeared.
It was only when I lost consciousness and my vision turned black… A body that can barely find stability.
However, such a cozy rest could not last very long.
It seems natural to open your eyes when you close them, and even if you faint, you will eventually come to your senses again.
What comes upon you when you open your eyes again is the joy of love that you cannot bear.
The continuous climax of dizzying and painful pleasure was repeated and reproduced within my body.
What comes out of the mouth is a moan that resembles a scream.
It was literally just a temporary measure.
The senses in the brain that had been blocked had no choice but to accept the delayed signal as if the light had been turned on again, and nature… My body can’t help but suffer from the feeling of climax that I postponed… ♥
The feeling of floating on clouds.
My body… I can’t feel it in my body.
Go up, go up… A sweet, ecstatic pleasure that seems to reach the sky.
Sweetly and gently wrapping your whole body… It sinks you into a swamp of thrilling and dense joy.
It felt like my head was melting.
An unsightly, miserable climax that makes you question whether the brain’s judgment is being properly judged.
The body, shuddering from the overflowing sense of pleasure, was jumping around and making a fuss like a fish out of water, but it was as helpless as a fish out of water, and in the end, it fell limp like a doll with its strings cut and had no choice but to faint again.
At least faint… My consciousness becomes clouded again, without even understanding how lucky I am that I can even do it.
How many times did this repeat?
The whole world was shining chaotically with intense light of an unknown color, confusing my vision, and all the cells in my body seemed to ache as all kinds of pleasure swam throughout my body.
Pleasure in countless forms.
I was able to personally experience that the stimulation of pleasure was so diverse and intense.
Of course, I knew that pleasure was not all about the dizzying stimulation I felt during sex or masturbation, but I didn’t know if it could be this diverse and dizzying… Honestly, I didn’t know♡.
But, still… That’s about the same thing.
A feeling of pleasure that would make an otherwise healthy person fall over and faint.
To say that it continues countless times, to the point where the day passes without a move…, It was really not an ordinary day.
The pleasure of unrestrained secretion that I feel like I can’t handle, completely sugar-coates my brain, melting it down cell by cell.
There’s no way I could bear the pleasure that felt like my brain was melting like sugar.
That said, I can’t think of any other solution.
There was no way to resist,
In the end, all I can do is open my eyes, close them, come to my senses, and pass out again.
Only after I felt the terrible drug flowing through my carotid artery, semi-forcibly blocking the escape called fainting, was I able to finally stop the cycle of that ruinous repetition.
No, it didn’t take long for me to realize that I wasn’t stopping the bridle, I was just accelerating it.
… It was inevitable that I would notice the obvious reality that this situation was not perfect at all.
What a blessing it was that I was able to at least faint…
I can’t help but notice.
… I know, I had no choice but to prepare it♥
Oh my god… ♥
The stimulation of the senses that are usually simply categorized as pleasure exists in such a wide variety of numbers.
An orgasm with the same result.
The form and intensity are different.
The pleasure of lightly tickling the tip of the skin with cotton wool,
The pleasure of refreshingly scratching your itchy feet,
A chilling pleasure that feels like a cold drop from the waist,
The intense pleasure of having your pussy tightened and filled with ugly foreign substances.
All kinds of pleasures, familiar pleasures that I have felt often, and thrilling pleasures that I have never felt before, all into my body, into my body… It was something that hit me deep inside and made my whole body tremble.
Even as I was thinking these trivial thoughts, the movement of the tentacles tickled my spine, and it was just a creeping movement, once, no, twice… It rose wildly.
I’m just restrained, and all I can do is quietly feel the wriggling tentacles that have tied my arms and legs… ♡
… This much♥
With just this amount♥, a white star will twinkle and explode before your eyes.
, A thrilling orgasm fills my eyes.
The female’s cries flow in a turbulent flow of immeasurable pleasure that is mixed and mixed and cannot be understood or understood.
An instinctive groan, like a death sentence.
It was an urgent voice shouting desperately, but…
To others, the high-pitched, trembling voice did not seem very different from the sound of a lewd prostitute flattering a male.
If it had been before, I would have just fainted… Now that I’ve collapsed and been robbed of the right to feel anything, I can’t even make such a desperate escape.
The corners of the eyes are clearly open.
Even while my brain is boiling hot with pleasure, my mind is clear and clear.
My forehead is hot, and my head is pounding, as if I have a bad cold, but my mind is the only thing… I was able to very clearly accept what was happening to my body.
Just, endlessly… I had no choice but to accept the chain of extreme pleasure.
As if by instinct, the uterus trembles, and the vagina contracts tightly and vibrates just to receive the male.
The love juice that gushes out calmly falls to the floor in a gorgeous parabola.
Her bodily fluids, which were already so messed up that she couldn’t tell whether they were urine or love juice, were flowing out endlessly as if they were already damaged structures in her head.
Worst of all, the refreshing sensation of a violently gushing stream of urine degenerated into a feeling of pleasure of a type I had never felt before, further pushing my body into a corner.
Is it linked to the stimulation of climax? The more aroused I get, the more I orgasm, the more my bladder contracts and the urine sprays out roughly.
My urine, which had already become completely transparent as it spewed out… It draws a gorgeous parabola, leaving only unbearable pleasure in the body.
For the first time in a week, my bladder was filled with the refreshing pleasure of barely being able to urinate… The unbearable pleasure of liberation makes the brain stem tremble.
… Truly, truly♡ The absurdity of saying that all my actions, all reactions, and all physical results are directly connected to pleasure, pleasure, and physical orgasm.
Blinking of the eyelids, gently inhaling, or even the act of holding one’s breath… As a result, it leads to the stimulation of pleasure that makes the brain sticky.
No matter what you do or what you don’t do.
Even if you don’t try to do anything at all.
An incomprehensible phenomenon in which all stimuli perceived by the peripheral nervous system are transferred into a form of pleasure that has never been heard before, causing the skin to become hot.
Now, for her, her sense of pleasure, her feelings of pleasure, were inextricably linked to her life.
Only the moment when you completely lose consciousness and faint… That this is the only moment when one can be liberated from the sense of pleasure,
Sixty… And seven,
However, only 8 minutes and 42 seconds have passed.
I realized this by feeling an unbearable orgasm flowing out of my vagina.
No matter what you try, no matter how much you wrap your head around it and think about it… I couldn’t do anything about the absurdity of my body reaching climax.
There was nothing other than just flowing out overflowing bodily fluids and letting out moans of orgasm.
I’m so glad I didn’t go crazy with pleasure.
No, maybe I’ve already gone crazy?
No, can we really say that it’s fortunate that I didn’t go crazy?
A violent pleasure that wouldn’t be strange even if your brain completely melted, and you became an idiot who couldn’t do anything.
The pleasure of boiling my brain in a boiling pot is eating away at my intellect and reason at every moment… It turns you into a pathetic doll that can only scream.
It seems like my crazy sense organ, which leads to pleasure no matter what I do or what the result is, picks and touches the ego called Lee Ha-eun as if to burst the bubbles.
The blasphemous feeling of kneading and processing the opposite sex with a tool called pleasure, as if molding it out of clay… ♡
The soul’s death echoed throughout the body.
I wonder if I can bear it.
Now, I couldn’t be more confident.
In just ten minutes.
I realize that my mind has been completely broken by pleasure.
How many times, how many times… I can’t count how many orgasms I have.
In just one minute, I experienced about eight orgasms.
Even that, considering how desperately I tried to endure it, I could see how hopeless it was.
Compared to that of a man, the situation is similar to ejaculation after ejaculation, followed by ejaculation without giving the slightest time to rest, and this is repeated endlessly without limit.
It was not at all strange that sudden death occurred due to the secretion of abnormal secretions in the brain and an increase in heart rate that could not stop.
In fact, the heat in my head, which was still as hot as a furnace, made me doubt how I could possibly be alive.
In fact, this deluge of sensations was something that was expected when the procedure was already planned.
Therefore, safety measures for such situations were perfectly provided.
Various procedures that have been performed so far have included various safety devices to prevent such situations.
It was a story that only Lee Ha-eun did not know, but at least even if her body modification procedure was completed in this state, there was no way she would die physically.
She will probably spend most of the day floating in a state of fainting and orgasmic sensations, but as a result of the complex procedure, she will not experience any problems physically or suffer any psychological effects.
… I won’t go crazy and will remain extremely rational.
A piece of meat that only faints and climaxes over and over again for the rest of its life, while maintaining its rationality.
A life-sized onahole that is only conscious.
Wouldn’t it be better to lose one’s reason and intellect and go crazy?
A hell of pleasure that she can feel is definitely waiting for her.
… In any case, if the treatment being given to her is stopped, she says.
The cause of everything that was happening to her was simpler than she thought.
Sensory nerves that go beyond the common sense of ordinary people.
At least as far as sensory nerves are concerned, it could be said that the five senses, which can be considered equivalent to superhumans, are the cause.
A subject with no brain, no soul, and at least physical strength, is nothing more than an ordinary civilian… A twisted imbalance in which only the nerve cells that transmit the sense of pleasure are said to be comparable to a superhuman being who transcends the human body.
I’m literally trying to run various latest programs that don’t fit with only 128 GB of RAM on a 1st generation Pentium CPU…
It’s strange that a CPU that couldn’t endure doesn’t melt.
It could be said that it was completely natural that she lost consciousness.
Literally, the instinct to live.
In order to prevent the computer from malfunctioning, her brain, unable to withstand its load, forcibly terminated its consciousness, just as it displayed a blue screen and shut down on its own.
And now.
It would not be strange to say that her brain, soaked in drugs and deprived of the circuit breaker that forcibly terminates her consciousness, is literally melting in real time.
Countdown to pleasure.
Like a death horse, crying out loud,
I just felt like I had orgasms countless times.
I am immersed in pleasure, in an incomprehensible sense that my mind is clearly sound, even though my mind is not sound… I cried out miserably and lustfully with excited moans♥
