Chapter 259 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Change, and Awareness (2)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Change, and awareness (2)
After…, Under… Phew,─…, Ugh… ♡
With a single sigh, he realized that he was left alone in the room.
It’s such a natural thing, but somehow it feels awkward to be alone in a small room.
If you think about it, it’s natural to be lying in bed alone, but why? For some reason, an inexplicable nervousness stimulates my entire body.
Open eyes, the invisible figure of the master in focus.
The moment I realized that the sturdy and sturdy male figure was not in this room, I felt nervous about that fact… It erodes reason at every moment.
Why? Why?
Strange sensations and emotions that even the person himself cannot explain.
Just like the feeling of a pet abandoned by its owner, it keeps getting on my nerves…
My body was shaking slightly due to unexplained anxiety.
Naked, completely forgetting the feeling of bouncing breasts and the sense of pleasure that had captivated my body just moments ago, I was just nervous… I was nervous and lost… Nervously… I was anxiously wandering around the room.
After frantically going back and forth to the corner of the room, I was able to find a large memo spread out as if I wanted to see it.
Why couldn’t I find that noteworthy note?
The paper, which should have been visible even if I had seen it, was not easy to find with my eyes narrowed due to nervousness, and I wandered around the note spread out in a prominent place so that I could see it with a quick glance, as if to emphasize it. At the end, quite by chance… Fortunately, I was able to find a note.
… The master’s scent seeped into the paper─♡
A feeling that can only be described as pervert.
Just sticking your nose in and sniffing the faintly lingering scent of your master fills your whole body with relief.
Really… A sight that can only be described as pervert.
But, why? I wonder why, Master♡, I somehow feel reassured when I smell this faint body odor left by me… I felt strange and was able to become happy.
A body that trembles reflexively.
Really, my body… What happened?
Like the strangely shiny purple tattoo on the nape of my neck, as well as this incomprehensible nervousness and anxiety, this feeling of having my emotions forced into me had an irresistible force.
The moment I realized that I couldn’t see my castle in front of my eyes, I fell into a panic due to incomprehensible anxiety and nervousness.
I feel like I have become a pet.
Should I say dependency? Just realizing that my master is not nearby makes me nervous and anxious to the point of chewing my fingernails… Throw it away.
It’s a feeling that I can’t understand or want to understand, but it forces me to understand at every moment.
As I was holding this piece of paper with a little bit of the master’s body odor still on it, my nervousness subsided, and I was able to think clearly, but I don’t know how long that will last.
More than anything, I smelled the faint body odor that remained on the paper and felt a sense of relief…
I feel like I have become a pet dog.
No, … If you think about it, wouldn’t it be much different?
Without thinking, I stroke the tattoo on the nape of my neck.
Perhaps, or definitely, this strangely shiny tattoo has something to do with it?
I was able to guess, but in the end, I couldn’t go beyond the realm of speculation and decided to read the note that had the owner’s body odor slightly permeated anyway.
The crooked handwriting and letters that look like something you would see in an elementary school student’s picture diary make me think of them as the master’s own.
Wouldn’t you have felt a sense of discomfort if it had been written in a clean and elegant font?
Rather, it was not difficult to read the content as it was written roughly, one by one.
To summarize the contents briefly,
Something suddenly came up, and the owner was away for a while.
Anyway, the planned procedure was finished, and since today was the first week of slave registration review day, it was written that I was to visit the National Slave Registration Review Department located at the designated address by 4 o’clock to proceed with the review, and to spend the rest of the day freely.
As a precaution, since the master is not with you, there is a risk of being caught if you wear perverted clothes, so when going outside, you should wear clothes that are as revealing as possible and suppress your awakened paranormal abilities.
How to suppress your awakening ability can be found as naturally as breathing…
In fact, as the master had written down, I was able to awaken and learn how to hide my deformed appearance as naturally as breathing.
Protruding horns, halo, wings and tail, evidence of awakening to transcend humanity.
Why is this… I couldn’t quite remember at what point the awakening occurred in the muddled memories… The moment I became aware of it, I could easily understand how to hide these traces.
I was able to realize it as simply as breathing.
… No, if I think about it, breathing is no longer such a simple task for me…
Anyway, it was a very simple task to make the pink hair, the ink-colored horns with lewd graffiti on them, the little bat wings reminiscent of the devil, and the black tail with a heart at the end not visible on my body.〈 Br〉
All I had to do was turn off the power in my mind, like turning off a light switch.
I was able to instinctively understand where the power source was and how to turn it off the moment I remembered it.
The evidence of a foreign race that could not possibly be attached to an ordinary human being seen beyond the mirror, the moment I changed my mind, it dissipated as easily as smoke and the traces subsided.
With just a slight change in mindset, the bright pink hair lost its shine and turned black, the horns became so small that they were invisible to the eye, and the tail and wings became completely invisible.
Honestly, it was a little surprising.
What should I say, that I now realize that I have fallen into a fantasy world?
At first glance, I thought that I might now be able to find the new meaning of life that I had been searching for.
Something unique, something special, a destiny that cannot exist for an ordinary person.
… Even if that were the case, it was already too late.
As if to remind us again, the bewitching purple light of the brand on the nape of the neck is reflected in the mirror.
Even if you have very special abilities,
Even if you have the power to save the world,
Even if the talent to turn half of humanity on one’s side blooms
In the end, I have no choice but to be my master’s slave.
Master’s property♡
Female, livestock, slave♥
It may be less than that,
The fact that the destiny to become more than that no longer exists for you,
The fact that I am nothing more than a masturbation tool that can be used however I want.
There was no way I didn’t know.
The presence of the two stiff protrusions that gently tickle the tip of my nose with just the owner’s small lingering scent♡
I had no choice but to know.
Even now, as I am actually looking at the note, I am able to realize that I was not abandoned by my master, but was merely absent for a moment, and this strange feeling of relief that dominates my mind is irreplaceable. The person who feels comfortable and happy.
I am convinced that I can never escape from the palm of my master’s hand.
Like a tamed fox, I had become accustomed to such a one-sided relationship without even noticing it or having time to realize it.
A one-sided and unidirectional master-servant relationship between master and slave.
The oath that pledged her soul, which began with her own ruinous oath, was taking deeper root in Ha-eun’s body and mind.
They can never be separated.
Everything I have offered with my mouth and hands.
… The master may have simply written down what I had to do, but as he looked at the note, those sentences… Must be observed,
Command
It felt like nothing else.
And something
Command
If you think it’s done… A corner of my heart became warm and filled with a sense of peaceful happiness.
A happiness that seems addictive.
There is no way to escape.
I couldn’t understand the feeling, but this heart-warming happiness was not a type of emotion that could be resisted.
… I just fall in love with it.
Master’s
Command
I feel confident that I can experience pleasure beyond orgasm just by following the guidelines.
To be dominated and subordinated, to become someone’s property… I was confident that I felt no resistance or resistance.
No, my willing self was reflected in the mirror.
The courtesan’s bewitching and servile smile.
It’s just me, but it’s so lewd and vulgar…
It got a little wet♡
To the master
Command
As usual, get ready to go outside.
Normal outing attire with as little exposure as possible.
A familiar family, as if returning from a short trip.
But… If you think about it, only a week had passed.
But why? The appearance of a room that should be familiar feels as if a very long time has passed.
That’s probably how dense the events that happened to him over the past week were.
In fact, the changes that occurred in my body were incredible to think that they occurred in just a week.
… Among the bras in the closet, there wasn’t a single one I could wear.
It is impossible to even forcefully twist it into place.
If it is natural, is it natural?
Change from F cup to P cup.
There is no way there is a bra at home that can handle such huge breasts.
… However, if you don’t wear anything, the appearance of your protruding nipples is bound to be very suggestive, so I added a bandage even though it was a little embarrassing.
A square bandage that barely covers the areola.
Still, is it better than nothing?
The second problem we faced immediately.
… There were no clothes of the right size.
As expected, excessively swollen breasts were the problem.
Even the beige knit I had prepared in moderation could not be worn because it could not withstand the pressure of my overly swollen chest.
I tried to force my breasts into the light blue dress shirt, but I couldn’t hold on for long and the buttons burst out and tore.
Just in case, the long-sleeved round shirt I tried to tuck my arms into couldn’t withstand the size of my swollen breasts.
… It wasn’t that it wasn’t elastic, or that it couldn’t be worn at all, but because it was really stretched, it couldn’t cover the bottom at all.
Going beyond a crop top that clearly exposes the navel, an underboob that shows the lower breasts.
Even before I tried it on, an ordinary long-sleeved shirt couldn’t have seemed so vulgar and pervert.
I picked out some clothes from the closet and tried them on,
1. I can’t even wear it because the cloth gets caught on my chest.
2. The button couldn’t handle the size of my breasts and fell off.
3. It becomes a pervert-like underboob style that shows the lower breasts.
Only these three endings happened.
A light dress, a loose sweatshirt, a light blue turtleneck knit, … Even leggings.
After searching like this, I realized that there really were a lot of clothes.
Since my breasts have become sensitive and are not much different from my erogenous zone, I can’t believe how many times I’ve climaxed just by being stimulated by changing clothes.
I don’t know how many times I changed the bandage because of the overflow of breast milk every time.
… By the time the sweet smell of powdered milk filled the room, was it at least normal? I was able to find clothes that could look bad.
Overfit size box t-shirt.
This outfit doesn’t fit, that outfit doesn’t fit either…, When the jacket of the navy blue sweatshirt I thought I could wear for a while flew off, I thought that there might not be any clothes I could wear properly at home.
The reason why I was able to fit my body with an overfit box t-shirt that was four sizes longer than my existing body size, which I purchased for risky outdoor play…
Would it be fortunate if I said it was fortunate?
The disappearance of bottoms is not a matter of fashion, but the true disappearance of bottoms… Clothes prepared to present.
It was literally an outfit prepared for the pervert act of exposure, such as walking around a shopping mall without wearing any bottoms, including panties and a skirt.
Not in the middle of the night, but at a time when people are busy, I confidently expose my body without covering it or hiding it… Since I wanted to try it, I needed to cover at least the Y zone below the pubic bone.
So, the result can be said to be a box T-shirt with a length that is at least four sizes larger than one’s existing body size.
As these clothes were chosen with great care, the unique elasticity of the fabric… I was able to fit breasts of a size that could be said to be hideous under my clothes with relative ease.
Actually… I could barely put it in.
Even if it is four sizes larger, the presence of two protruding breasts can never be hidden…
Even though the clothes were ridiculous, as if a child had been dressed in adult clothes, the particularly bulging areas were considered adult-like or extremely provocative.
Although it is a short-sleeved T-shirt, the khaki colored box T-shirt that covers all the way to the wrists covers the entire body like a blanket, as if it were an overfit, but paradoxically, the chest and the area where the chest touches… Rather, it was swollen as if to show off its ferocity.
It wasn’t just that it looked that way on the outside, the fabric was actually pinched tightly in the area where the breasts were touching, pressing strongly and stimulating the space between the breasts.
When I took a step, my breasts, tightly pressed against the fabric, would shake, and the stimulation of my skin brushing would send a sharp pleasure running up my skin.
… Really, a strange feeling♡
The pressure I felt between my chest was transformed into pleasure every moment and made me feel tired.
Rough breathing.
Just, no matter what… I end up feeling lewd.
Is there really nothing we can do?
I wore a one-button oatmeal coat over it, as if to cover up the slightest bulge in my chest. I wish I could have hidden just a little bit of this bewitching color that cannot be hidden… How?
When I looked in a mirror, honestly, I felt like my self was disappearing.
To that extent, the presence of P-cup breasts that were trying to stick out of the fabric was a mess.
The clothes are much bigger than the person’s body type, so they don’t show off their clothes properly, let alone their body shape.
On top of that, she is wearing a coat that only covers her body, so I wonder if she is already covered with a blanket or is wearing clothes… An outfit that doesn’t show any fashion losers, just a layer of fabric.
… I could have said that, but even that was ruining all my plans due to the huge chest swelling that I could not hide.
A presence that can’t be hidden even if you wear loose-fitting sweats, a boxy t-shirt four sizes too big, or a light coat on top.
Her breasts, measuring 116.9 cm, were not easily hidden.
Nevertheless, I tried my best to dress.
Furthermore, the master’s
Command
In order to minimize exposure as much as possible, I changed into loose-fitting white sports pants that barely revealed my body.
Navy blue sneakers, loose-fitting white sports pants, a long-sleeved shirt, a baggy overfit box t-shirt, and an oatmeal-colored single coat to top it all off.
Now that spring is in full swing, I could say that the outfit didn’t really suit the mood, but I don’t think anyone would look at it strangely.
Clothes that barely cover the nipples and vagina, and it feels insulting to call them clothes.
… How long has it been since I last wore common sense clothes like this?
Why on earth does the feel of ordinary clothes that I was able to wear in just a week feel so awkward?
Why do I think the feel of the outside air seeping through the fabric is so strange?
You should definitely feel relieved.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt somehow empty and regretful.
Why on earth does the feel of the fabric sticking to my skin feel so awkward?
Something so natural felt so awkward… However, visible through the mirror, in his normal outing attire, the owner’s
Command
I walked out the door feeling fulfilled and satisfied that I was able to follow the rules properly.
That… First step.
With just one step, the feel of my sneakers on the hard floor was strange, and a lewd moan escaped me.
Pleasure beyond imagination.
Yes, if you think about it, getting dressed and going out wasn’t the end.
It was just a preparation stage.
Last week.
In the meantime, the obscene procedures engraved on my body turned even an ordinary outing that anyone could do into an impossible feat that no one could accomplish.
To myself who was closing the door with a tingling sensation in my toes.
There was no way I could have known♡
Really, there was no way I could have known♡
A typical outing that just involves leaving the house and walking.
It’s a really simple thing, like everyone else, getting on the bus and heading to your destination.
Walking slowly across a safe crosswalk with a blue traffic light is on,
Drinking a cup of coffee at a café with a nice atmosphere,
It’s really a trivial thing, just having a meal at a good restaurant where the fragrant smell stimulates the appetite.
Anyone can do it, it’s trivial, and there’s nothing special about it.
Those simple things,
A common aspect of daily life that you may have never paid much attention to or even thought about—
Now♥ the fact that it has become very difficult for me.
The reality is that in the past week, I have changed so much.
At this time, I wasn’t thinking seriously at all.
What happened to my body?
What kind of choice did you make?
… ♥
I still couldn’t fully realize it.
I wasn’t aware of it yet.
