Chapter 258 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Change, and Awareness (1)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Change, and awareness (1)
Whoa… ♡
A heavy weight pressing straight and mercilessly toward one’s own body placed on the floor.
Skin touching skin.
The hot male heat rising fiercely from the skin♡
The powerful scent unique to a strong male that penetrates the sense of smell persistently, very persistently, and seeps into the brain… ♡
Hot, strong… The strong smell of life that is so terrible and terrible that you can’t turn your eyes away.
Everything, everything is heading towards me… ♡
A strong will that presses me down, weighs me down, presses me roughly, and makes me submit.
The greedy and wild male nature invades me and brings me to my knees.
Knee… I fall to my knees ♥
Ha… Ah…♥
The heat that begins to melt the ego that is me from the very bottom of my toes and little toes… The joy of love that seemed to melt like snow♡, at the end of that intense experience… Emotions that should not be allowed to intrude into my heart, even into the feelings of another self that has begun to settle within me, becoming a sharp stigma of submission that never seems to go away, settling in with a burning sensation.
Fishy… It fell down with the smell of a chestnut flower so strong that it could never be forgotten, and the feel of a puddle of white semen.
Vicious… Smell… ♡
Very, very lewd… Smell♥
Just this smell, deep in the sense of smell, makes the uterus sticky and warm♡
Leaving behind the red, sticky texture on my skin, my consciousness begins to subside.
Being swung by a stake larger than my own body, being crushed by the male’s heavy weight on the floor, and feeling a sense of satisfaction and pleasure that I couldn’t even understand from the intense pressure.
Lie down like a dog on the soft, light pink floor… Like a dog… Stick your ass out, like a dog… I got my dick stuck… ♥!
It was an act that could only be described as excessively sadistic and downright violent, more appropriate for the expression “Suk-kuk” Than “Suk-kuk”.
It’s so sweet…
It’s so dizzying that I can’t stand it, and I can’t help but feel that it’s so natural… ♡
Soft, delicate, my narrow female hole is widened, widened, her inner flesh is invaded and penetrated, and she is stuffed to her heart’s content ─ ♡
A dizzying experience that defies common sense.
An overwhelming pleasure that could not even be compared to things like masturbation.
I was able to clearly experience how sensitive my body was to pleasure and how weak it had become.
No, if you think about it… Even if there had been no such procedure, it certainly wouldn’t have been strange to go crazy with pleasure… Such a weapon.
… If you think about it with common sense, it would be impossible for an ordinary woman to accept an object of such unrealistic size, but the pleasure she experienced at that moment was as unrealistic as its unrealistic size.
One by one, each time the cock enters the vaginal opening… That devastating feeling of a foreign body as if the insides of my vagina were expanding and my internal organs were being crushed, the feeling of my insides being completely filled with my master’s…
I’m so happy and ecstatic that there are no words to describe it…, It was dizzying.
A pleasure that feels like dying.
The pleasure of that moment when it felt like my whole body was being used as a pussy was so intense that I cannot easily forget it.
Just by touching the hot mucous membrane between the entrances, I had no choice but to become aware of the fact that I could not overcome it.
It was a moment when I could once again understand the meaning of being violated.
Everything that the construct called me continues and achieves is suddenly torn down and taken over… A creepy feeling.
All perspectives on the world are his, his… It is carefully painted with the owner’s ♡… Everything is stained and colored soggy.
The noisy emotions that murmured to seduce and dominate the male, and the languor that softly whispered to devote and obey the person in front of them, like giving a lecture, all suddenly turned white… I become unable to think of anything.
Originally, Ha-eun’s shallow ego should have been swallowed lightly and twisted and mixed into something else, but the fragments of awakening… She succumbed to the male’s overwhelming pleasure, was thoroughly beaten, and lost her original nature.
Should I say I am fortunate?
The erosion of the ego did not occur, and Ha-eun was able to fully maintain her memories and emotions.
Instead, every single fragment of her new self was left in reverence and reverence for her master, Maiseong… In some ways, it became a mindset of devotion and submission that was not much different from fanaticism, and it was set inside her.
Even if she doesn’t realize it, it is safe to say that Ha-eun’s master is now a great being who must be prioritized above all else.
Ha-eun still maintains her self, but… Her sense of submission to her own nature was deeply rooted, regardless of whether she was conscious or unconscious.
A loyal bitch.
Even if I feel like I’m going to die of shame,
Mai Seong
Command
As long as you do it, you can show an attitude of submission by taking off your clothes and exposing your belly button even in the middle of a street full of people without the slightest hesitation, including masturbation or any other vulgar and shameful act… I had no choice but to follow willingly and with a happy smile.
As if it were more natural than anything else,
Ha-eun still pretends to be Ha-eun.
There was only one thing, the emotions that had been engraved in her genes that could easily have swallowed up Ha-eun’s weak ego, but she could only think about dedicating herself to and obeying her master, Mai-seong.
… To that extent, we can say that what happened in Haeun that day was shocking.
For the fragile baby, Eumma, who had just hatched from the egg, the devastating sex that day could be said to be shocking.
It’s as if all the skin, all the internal organs, have become a vagina… A terrible sense of pleasure.
There wasn’t a moment when I didn’t have an orgasm,
There wasn’t a single moment given for my skin to cool down to lukewarm.
Front hole, bottom hole, back hole.
I was violated, subdued and dominated, no matter what hole I was in…
A hot and strong body fluid with a strong smell… It was marked terribly.
Round, round, round─ Round, round── ♡
Rubbing, rubbing, crushing… Marking that never seems to lose odor.
White and sticky semen seeps in from the inside…
That feeling of melting is so vivid♥
Haha… ♥
…♥♥
A white, hot, intense mass of life.
The moment that thick and sticky white mucus, which I could not believe came from a human body, was poured inside, I just trembled with joy… I really couldn’t think about anything due to the feeling of pleasure burning my head.
For a moment, I thought I had turned into an idiot.
I really felt like I had become an idiot.
The illusion that even my heart has melted and flowed with love juice.
My head jerked and hung down due to the dizziness caused by the first pulsation.
The next throbbing was so dizzying that I couldn’t stand it, and my back naturally jumped up.
The third feeling of flowing drops felt like it was coloring my insides, and my heart fell.
A waist that cannot defy gravity and falls down.
Despite the feeling of the fishy floor moistening my skin, and the feeling of body fluids sloshing around my thighs, I couldn’t do anything other than let out a sweet female moan of delight and pleasure.
I couldn’t think of anything else.
Even with his own defenses already falling apart in tatters, the action did not seem to stop, or rather, it seemed as if it was just beginning… My body was dominated violently and violently.
I was squeezed♡ I was pressed down, pushed and stabbed, and bred while basking in my humble appearance.
The nape of the neck is treated like a switch on a toy, and the pores are tightened.
A body that is marked as territory, as if claiming that it is yours.
Every moment is dizzying.
It’s ecstatic and sweet…
It’s so exciting and feels… Good.
This is taken for granted.
I end up thinking that it is common sense that the being called Ha-eun is just livestock that has to be bred and raised.
You shouldn’t do that.
It really shouldn’t happen like that.
It’s all over ♡
It’s getting weird… ♥
No, no… It really doesn’t work… ♥
However,
No matter how much I surrendered, cried, screamed and pleaded, no matter how desperately I wished with a voice full of pleasure, the times were just endlessly used♡.
Save me… ♥ Please save me… ♥
Ah… ♡
Hehe ♥
Step by step─♥
Emotions and experiences pile up… The sensation at that time, the ecstasy of that moment, in my body and mind… It’s settling in.
I come to know the pleasure of being laid on a male’s waist.
The mean ecstatic feeling of desperately kissing the instep of a male who isn’t even looking at you,
The pleasure of motherhood, of having your breasts violently pulled and milked like a cow,
The pleasure of being bred like cattle, having to bow your head and look at the floor, the miserable pleasures of submission.
The pleasure of masochism, which you should not know, is engraved in your mind.
Inferior genes secretly hidden in the genes of inferior species, whose only function is to possess men, squeeze out their vital energy, and parasitize on males, are expressed.
Let’s call it the queen of livestock, let’s call it the goddess of livestock… Ultimately, livestock.
Assuming that this is the end that a living being that depends on men and can do nothing but hope for mercy, what other outcome can there be other than being raised on friendly terms?
I become aware of the pleasure of tightening the nape of my neck to the point where not even a breath of air can pass through my lungs.
I remember the excitement of having my asshole and pussy violently spread open and my buttocks being pounded.
A feeling of happiness that is incomparable to being stabbed violently from the back of my head is engraved in me.
I ended up understanding the ecstasy of dark submission to the repulsive taste of the disgusting yellow poop that still had salt in it.
She lowers her head deep into the floor, crawls on all fours like a cattle, and realizes the ruinous pleasure of offering an unspeakable oath of subservience that is both vulgar and disgusting.
The happiness of livestock, the pleasure of being subjugated, the joy of being someone’s property… It’s engraved on my body.
Thick and bulky… A symbol of masculinity, more reliable than anything else.
She sits down on her knees, under Mr. Cock’s legs… I feel a strong orgasm from the act of offering my lowly lips, and I end up being unable to feel any questions.
Mr. Jaji’s massive appearance begins to look more beautiful and enchanting than anything else.
Deep in my heart, I am surrendered.
In the end, I couldn’t bear it, and in the end, I couldn’t endure it… I declared it with my mouth and with my soul and threw it away.
Completely… I was defeated.
Feelings of surrender arise from instinct.
A slave’s chain with a lock was roughly and violently engraved on the back of my neck, as if symbolizing my soul’s complete surrender and submission.
A pink decadence, a soul brand.
Indisputable proof that even a drop of blood or a strand of hair has become the owner’s property.
… ♥
I just end up drowning in pleasure.
Such an ending.
It’s so miserable and sad… But a happy ending.
They say he’s stuck his head in a puddle of bloody semen, but he can’t hide the smile that comes out.
At the end of the ruinously sweet pleasure for which the soul is mortgaged, it falls.
Ah… ♥
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I suddenly opened my eyes from a dream where I was immersed in a pool of sweet pleasure that seemed to melt my heart.
Eyes full of dreamy navy blue color.
It is said that his mind is still wandering in a dream and the female sexiness shining from his eyes fills the room.
For an unknown amount of time, the swaying of the bosom flowed smoothly under the soft bed.
The shaking of voluptuous breasts, which even the expression ‘bobbing’ seems insufficient.
As for the shape and form of the breast, the more the size deviates from the norm, the more grotesque or damaged it becomes. Is this because it was created through a future-oriented, cutting-edge procedure, or is it because of the bloodline of the Yin Demon species expressed in Ha-eun’s genes? I guess, even though the breasts were of an unusual size, the shape was perfectly beautiful.
Rather than neatness, it is glamorous.
There was a state of the art there that captured the attention of all men.
Dream blink─ Dream blink──
The eyes were clearly open, but consciousness was not aroused.
It could be said that it was due to fatigue from the various obscene acts that had been performed on Ha-eun’s body the previous day, but due to the side effects of the procedures performed on Ha-eun the previous day, the very act of waking up every morning had become difficult for Ha-eun.
A body that cannot even breathe properly if it is not conscious.
Instead, even if you did not breathe, you were somehow able to maintain your body’s functions, but the side effects as intense as the period of time you were unable to breathe became a heterogeneous form of pleasure that attacked your entire body.
Even though it had been several minutes since she opened her eyes, and even though she was a sleeper, she still had time to come to her senses, but she was still twitching – twitching – with her eyelids moving back and forth.
As a result of the long period of apnea during the sleep period, the sluggishness of her senses and regression of reason eat away at Ha-eun’s spirit with strange pleasure, as if to compensate for the long time.
Breathing becomes heavier, as if you are having an erotic dream over and over again.
Just by rolling her eyes on the bed in a dazed state, her bedsheets became moist.
The sound of breathing starting to pant─
I was finally able to return my focus to my pupils after seeing the red-hot clitoris and the tide erupting without even touching it with her fingers.
Every morning─ Every morning──
An action that must now be repeated every time she opens her eyes.
At times like that, she’s grateful just to be able to breathe… I feel sweet happiness just from the feeling of fresh oxygen entering my lungs.
My body felt deep relief and sweet pleasure from the trivial act of just breathing.
Instead of getting used to it, she found herself addicted to that feeling.
Sleep and wake up, sleep again and wake up… The act of not being able to breathe, and the act of breathing, brought about happiness and pleasure that an ordinary person would not be able to feel― I was aware of it♡
A trivial act of nothing, just taking in air slowly through the nose and exhaling the air that had slowly seeped in, as usual, as usual.
With just that, I’ve already woken up for the third time in the morning… I couldn’t help but feel a sweet orgasm.
The honest body didn’t try to hide the fact that it had reached its peak, huh, huh-
Love juice squirted out in abundance.
Bed sheets that get sticky and wet.
The room was already filled with the sweet female body odor.
Nevertheless, his head is still hazy.
I looked around blankly, feeling the soft bed becoming wet with familiar bodily fluids and heat for an unknown amount of time.
It’s a familiar scenery, a very familiar scenery, but somehow a nostalgic scenery is reflected in my eyes.
… Your own plan.
This is a scene that should be perfectly familiar, but somehow it feels very unfamiliar.
I still don’t understand why I’m here, but somehow I feel like I’ve returned after such a long time.
Only 7 days have passed…
As I am wrapped in the cozy feel of the bed and the familiar feel of the sticky sheets, the events that have happened over the past seven days feel like nothing more than an obscene dream… For a moment, weren’t the events that had happened so far a dream? I had that thought too,
After a while, you realize that such foolish sentiments were just foolish thoughts.
The image of his pure white naked body quietly reflected in the large mirror that had not been removed in the corner of the room showed what had happened to him over the past seven days more clearly than anything else.
Lovely pink hair that you only see in cartoons.
A light pink halo with hearts and circles whose identity I still don’t understand.
A two-pronged, coiled black horn rises above the head.
A spade-shaped tail that flicks between the buttocks as if revealing my emotions.
… They were all heterogeneous, so each one had an unrealistic and unconventional appearance, but… In fact, such a strange appearance did not even catch my eye.
… Horns, tail, halo… Normally, something more than that would have been noticeable, but it could be said that the appearance of the heterogeneity itself was so overwhelming that nothing else was visible.
… Yes,
Chest.
In the mirror, the image of two pairs of spheres so large that even the expression “Colossal breasts” Might have been an understatement was showing off their presence beyond anything else.
Upper chest circumference 116.9 cm.
The presence of a mass of lustful material weighing 7.2 kg on one breast alone was shining in the mirror with a more realistic feel than anything else.
The two breasts, despite their overwhelming size, are deliciously ripe and give off a bewitching lust, more than anything else… It was showing the extreme transformation that had occurred in my body.
Literally, an organ that seems to exist solely to enchant men.
Even the changed hair color, changes more obvious than wings, horns, and tails that should not exist in humans were clearly reflected in the mirror.
It really wasn’t a dream.
This unpleasant feeling of pleasure that travels up your lungs with every breath,
The taste of this peach stickily moistening the tongue, the warm slipperiness of saliva,
The obscene warmth of my skin heating up just from the feeling of my weight being supported.
… All, reality.
What happened to my body… ♥
A strange sense of reality comes over my whole body in a dizzying way…
I let out a passionate, wet sigh.
… At that time, the reason why I felt a light orgasm just from the feeling of the lukewarm breath tickling my nasal passages was probably because of the inextricable sensation of my body.
A body that is no different from a lewd toy for adults, where no matter what you do, everything is directly connected to a form of pleasure.
I wake up and fall into orgasm just by taking a breath.
I feel an orgasm just by looking at other people with dirty looks.
I couldn’t hold back my groaning at the handshake that replaced the greeting,
Just by getting a little closer to the man, my heart starts pounding, and my heart sinks into passion.
Just by having a trivial conversation, I get excited and go into heat from the womb,
Just by making eye contact for a moment, you become unable to escape the urge to kiss.
Just by looking at my own obscene body reflected in the mirror, I had a refreshing orgasm and my back twisted.
A light moaning sound like a sparrow chirping.
From early in the morning, the bedsheets don’t even have time to dry.
How many times have I already had a light orgasm without even having to indulge in masturbation?
There was no room for it to dry ♥
