Chapter 260 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Change, and Awareness (3)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Change, and awareness (3)
The spring breeze of mid-March still carries the cool air.
To be honest, I liked the weather, which fluctuated between cold and hot.
With the unpredictable weather, wouldn’t it be better if I wore my own clothes and other people wouldn’t look at me strangely?
First, the feeling I felt while basking in the breeze outside was awkwardness.
I felt that the texture of the fabric sticking to my skin was somehow awkward and strange.
Questions about the act of wearing clothes.
I feel unfamiliar with the feeling of fabric touching my skin.
Just one week.
But all week… As a result of continuing to live a life no better than naked, it seems that the boundaries between normal and abnormal have become mixed for a while.
Why do I feel like something, so natural is not natural?
Even now, the feel of the white cotton fabric digging into the fleshy buttocks feels awkward and intrusive… I’ve been getting nervous since a while ago.
Underwear that everyone wears.
The feel of underwear, which should have made me feel uneasy and uncomfortable if I wasn’t wearing it, kept bothering me because I felt like I was wearing something I shouldn’t be wearing.
The feel of a t-shirt grazing the skin or the feel of sports pants loosely wrapping around the thighs create an awkward feeling and cause discomfort.
In just a week.
… Before I knew it, I had the confidence to take it for granted that I was naked.
Even though I am aware of that fact, the feel of the fabric rubbing against my skin keeps bothering me, and it’s annoying… I was feeling uncomfortable.
A tactile sensation that is only inconvenient and a minor annoyance at most.
It was a trivial thing that I would soon forget. There were times when I thought so, but the time I could think of it as no big deal did not last even while crossing the street of two blocks.
A slight rustling, the feel of fabric pressing against the skin, and the stimulation of underwear rolled up between the groins.
Little by little, the little touches that I thought would become numb as I ignored them and walked around began to gradually transform into a sense of pleasure and eat away at my mind and body.
A minor, yet fatal tragedy began from there.
When the wind blew, the fabric stimulated my chest and a slight pleasure stimulated my nerves.
When you take a step with your sneakers on, the tingling electric current that travels up the soles of your feet interferes with your walking.
However, when I stand still, the feeling of the clothes I am wearing on my skin keeps bothering me, and I become restless.
Either this or that…
It was located so close that it took less than 5 minutes to walk to the bus stop heading to the downtown area.
Really close distance.
Even while traveling that short distance, I couldn’t hide my lewd sex.
Could it be that you didn’t hear it?
Wouldn’t they have been caught?
A pounding heart.
I wondered what kind of innocent reaction this was to a subject who had already become a slave, but feelings of shame are not something that can be easily controlled.
… The shameful thing was, after all, shameful.
An obscene moan that escapes inadvertently in the middle of the street.
If you think that someone has heard that sound, you can’t help but feel a little shy… ♡
I could already be said to be a poor pervert for getting excited by the feeling of shame,
Still, it didn’t mean I didn’t feel ashamed.
As expected, my heart was pounding loudly.
Is it because of my mood?
I thought it was cool spring weather, but it started to get a little hot.
Skin that slowly turns red.
Perhaps this lewd voice will be heard by others, and the master’s
Command
I was worried that I might not be able to properly carry out my duties, so I desperately tried to keep my mouth shut.
… Backfire♡
The soft touch I felt from the corner of my mouth that I had inadvertently blocked only made my body feel more excited.
The texture and sensation of the lips are no longer much different from the woman’s private lips located below… I can easily reach orgasm just by stimulating the back of my hand with my lips.
~~~♥… ♥…
Ah, I made a mistake.
Moist stains appeared on the pure white cotton fabric, which was only lightly stained.
Every time I walked, I couldn’t help but be bothered by the sticky wetness unique to wet underwear.
The sticky, wet feel of a skein of thread climbing up the crotch of your panties.
The squishy pleasure that makes my lower abdomen throbbing is annoying, annoying… ♡, It keeps making me slow down my steps.
A puddle of stains spreading further and further due to irresistible force.
As time passed, the passing stimulation of pleasure only became clearer.
At most 5 minutes away.
However, by the time I arrived at the bus stop, 20 minutes had already passed.
Only then was I able to sit down on a bench-like chair provided on one side of the bus stop, but even that choice could have been a mistake.
If I could stop my trembling legs and sit down, wouldn’t I be able to stop this thrilling wave of pleasure?
Even if it was only for a moment, it was good.
A very short period of time until the bus heading to the destination arrives.
It was only a 5-minute walk, and considering that I had only walked that distance, my legs were already trembling due to a feeling of fatigue or pleasure that I did not know, and I was asking for a rest.
Is it because it’s not a very crowded stop?
The morning stop was quiet, and I just laid my butt down on the chair as was my habit.
A bench-type chair made of hard wood.
Who would have dared to think that sitting on a chair to take a break was a bad choice?
However, the act of putting weight on a hard floor is no different from a mistake for me now… It was.
Weight carried by the hips.
The load was transmitted to the buttocks through underwear.
The pressure of one’s own weight suddenly transferred from the skin was transformed into a form of pleasure, leading to sexual excitement.
It’s almost like a caress.
I twisted my buttocks as if an extremely sweet pleasure was passing through my skin.
The location of the erogenous zones engraved like land mines in every corner of the skin has long since been engraved on the skin near the buttocks.
No, you could say that we put more effort into creating several erogenous zones, especially around the buttocks.
If I were to suddenly deliver the stimulus of putting my weight on it without any preparation in such a place…
After all, you can’t help but feel pleasure─♡
White underwear that becomes even darker.
I once again let out a single breath as I felt the deep pleasure pressing down on my buttocks.
If you can’t bear the pleasure that comes with your weight, you can just stand up… When I thought about getting up from my seat, I couldn’t even stand up because I was afraid of the pleasure that would be delivered by the repulsive force of standing up according to the law of action and reaction.
However, even so, I couldn’t just sit still like this on the bench like I had glue on my butt, so I slowly got up so as not to irritate my skin as much as possible.
However, the nervous stimulation that passes over the buttocks is also quite stimulating… For some reason, I felt as if I was being gently caressed by the wooden bench.
… Honestly, I felt good.
The skin becomes even more red.
For the first time, breathing, which was stable in its own way, came and went… He was letting out violent breaths.
Still, the cool outside air seems to have had the effect of cooling the skin.
Fortunately, by the time I got on the bus, my reddened skin had subsided a little.
Until I got on the bus… That’s right.
Is it a quiet neighborhood? Or is it because it’s still morning and there aren’t that many people?
There were only two or three people on the bus at most, and we were able to take our seats right away.
Learning from the experience just before, I lower my buttocks as slowly as possible.
It may seem a little strange, but it was much better than suddenly moaning in this small, closed space.
Nevertheless, a bit of throbbing pleasure—♡ you can’t avoid it.
I cautiously leaned my back against the backrest, feeling more stains seeping in.
One lesson I couldn’t help but realize was that you need to be careful with your every move.
My body has become so sensitive that I can experience a sexual climax with just the recoil of a sneeze or the impact of sitting on a chair.
Such awareness.
Thanks to this, I couldn’t set any boundaries.
It was only about ten seconds before I realized that the sensitive alertness that was making me anxious was truly a useless act.
The moment the pedal of the bus is stepped on, a creaking vibration occurs in the suspension.
It’s climax ♥
I had no choice but to climax♥
The stimulation of the vibration rising from the buttocks to the waist was so intense and so ecstatic…
Fortunately, I forgot to scream due to the sudden shock of pleasure.
Instead, stop, pee… I got tired of it.
~~~♡
The warm body heat transmitted through the pants.
I can’t help but know that the lukewarm temperature started from the liquid that flowed from my body… I couldn’t hide my embarrassment at the stain on my crotch that was starting to seep through my underwear.
But the ordeal hasn’t even properly begun yet.
I wonder why there are so many speed bumps lurking on the roads of Korea…
That day, I had no choice but to experience it with my own body♥
My waist creaks just like the creaky bus body.
Even my vulgar moans that I repeat as if playing a refrain…
Bouncing chest.
Shaking buttocks.
Love juice that gushes out.
I was able to suppress my obscene moans as best as I could after covering my mouth with my fist.
On behalf of… I couldn’t help but notice that the seat was soaking wet.
The underwear is already a mess from the moisture it has absorbed.
The stain had seeped into my pants so much that anyone who saw it could not help but notice, and the feel of my skin lapping with each step made me dizzy with pleasure.
Although it could already be said to be an abnormal situation in itself, I was the only one who could not fully feel the abnormality because even my reason could not play its role in the pleasure.
How much does that look attract people’s attention? I didn’t notice and got off the bus.
When I thought about the bus driver who was staring at me when I got off… Probably, it must have been twisted.
Breasts gently swaying with movement.
My face was red like a sunset because of my shame.
Nowadays, it is a busy area where many people come and go.
There were bound to be a lot of men, and I was completely unaware of how fascinating and tempting my body, face, and breasts were in the eyes of those men.
The more you walk along the roadside, the more you feel the gazes, gazes – gazes…
It is showing.
It was definitely visible.
The body that has undergone the treatment has become a body that cannot help but feel the vision of others as clearly as if it had a physical form.
Especially when it comes to the male’s lustful gaze, I couldn’t help but feel as clearly as if I was being held by a hand.
Is it because of the breasts?
Is it because of these large breasts that cannot be properly hidden even with clothes?
One step, one step… Every time I take a step, I feel like I’m going to scream from the weight of the warm, stimulating gaze on my back.
It is said that even walking is difficult due to the feeling of pleasure coursing through my entire body, but the repeated stimulation of my gaze makes me feel like I am about to let out a strange moan.
However, now it is already reflected in people’s eyes.
If I show myself like that… What happens… ♡
By imagining,
Just imagine it…
Burrr~♡
Ah,
My body can’t hold back and reaches climax.
The front part has become stained so clearly that it cannot be hidden.
It’s hot.
It was hot.
The weather is sure to be cool, but due to the stimulation that heats the skin, it heats up like summer weather.
Even skin that gets hot uncontrollably is a fatal mistake.
What on earth should I do?
However, even this unavoidable dizzying heat has become a trap that suffocates oneself, a reality that cannot be undone.
Non-reversibility of one-way traffic.
The skin heated by the lustful gaze and repeated pleasure began to sweat.
Sweat.
Yes, the obscene sweat that had been deteriorated to a fatal level by that terrible procedure.
Unlike ordinary sweat, which easily dries and disappears in water-soluble air, highly viscous sweat with smooth oil content.
It’s shiny, it adds luster to the skin, making it even more glamorous, and it’s made of a material that doesn’t hide its lewd appearance, such lewd secretions… Slowly, from the heated skin… It started flowing steadily.
Of course it was a cloth that got wet, but the shape and result… It was so different from his usual sweaty appearance.
A shiny oil that doesn’t dry out easily or leave a colorless and transparent trace.
In order to seduce males and stimulate their sexual desires, sweat containing even more vicious female pheromones… It moistened my shirt.
Overfit box t-shirt in khaki color.
I don’t know what material it’s made of, but this oily sweat seeping into the fabric is surprisingly… It started to spread on the clothes, making the opaque fabric look semi-transparent.
Should I say that it feels like looking at oil-soaked wax paper?
Although the inside flesh was not completely visible, the contents could be vaguely seen, stimulating the curiosity of many males…
It becomes even more lewd, and you are captivated by the lustful gaze.
Shaking chest.
In particular, the changes that occur near the chest are even more unusual,
In the end, it was not possible to stop the overflow of breast milk with a makeshift Band-Aid,
From a body that has gone into estrus due to repeated stimulation, to the breast milk that naturally flows out… It lost its adhesiveness and fell off.
The moment I discovered the bandage that had fallen off under my shirt.
I can only imagine what happens next… I end up pale and sick of it.
The more you walk, the more you walk.
The more I move along the roadside, the more clearly my heart begins to stain.
To be exact, the area around the two towering spires… A circular stain was drawn, like a puddle spreading.
… The sweet smell of powdered milk that cannot be hidden.
I couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the sight of my nipples and my shirt soaked with breast milk that I could only see through the fabric.
It’s strange.
It’s really strange.
Exposing the abdomen, emphasizing only the breasts, or wearing a microskirt that goes up to the pubic bone, which is not enough to describe it as tight…
It’s not like I’m wearing such pervert clothes.
Today I am less exposed than ever… He must have looked completely ordinary, completely covering his body…
Of all the clothes I have ever worn, I must have been wearing the most plain and least revealing clothes, so why?
Your reflection in a mirror on the street.
That kind of side of myself.
Rather, there was a version of myself that seemed more perverted than ever before.
Fluttering chest.
The two breasts were so large that they were violent enough to be covered by nothing more than a box T-shirt, and the two tightly raised nipples clearly revealed their presence.
The sight of a shirt stained with breast milk was more obscene than any outfit I had ever seen.
Just look at it objectively or subjectively… The sight of yourself just walking down the street wearing sneakers… I could only say that it was just walking sex itself.
Yes, walking sex.
It makes the viewer feel strange and arouses sexual desire… A promiscuous piece of obscenity.
It was only then that I was able to clearly realize that all kinds of men walking around the streets were looking only in this direction.
The feeling of the men’s fierce gaze attacking me.
I can’t stand it anymore…
If it stays like this, if it stays like this—
Really, if it goes on like this… ♥
Really, I can’t sleep about what I’m about to do…
I ran away, I ran away.
I couldn’t predict what would happen to me before I was attacked by the males.
It rises brightly.
Even though I am aware of the fact that the place I am right now is the middle of the street.
How many people are passing by, how many people are watching… Even though I am clearly aware of it—
I was starting to get excited.
I don’t know how many times it has happened, and with the feeling of dampness seeping into my underwear, I gather the remaining reason… He ran away.
Jumping.
That was the worst mistake I’ve ever made… Can I know?
No, the act of running away out of shame is the worst choice.
So what choice should I have made?
A question that cannot be answered.
If we were to come up with an answer, the fact that we chose to go out in the first place would be a fatal wrong answer… It was possible.
Breathing becomes violent── Respiratory organs such as pervert further enhance sexual sensations.
Due to the vibration, my two breasts bounced wildly—I wasn’t even wearing a bra, so the recoil of the 7.2 kg weight of the lump of fat became an unbearable pleasure, weighing down my entire body.
The pressure on the soles of your feet becomes stronger as you jump. As you jump step by step, you reach climax after climax.
The increase in body temperature due to the activated metabolic process ended up only promoting the secretion of sweat and breast milk, and the skin and clothes became even more covered in shiny bodily fluids.
… After wandering without realizing it, I got lost without even knowing where I was.
The place we arrived at was a deserted alley.
How far did it run?
Fortunately, I didn’t feel anyone nearby.
Under a spring day’s sky with bright blue clouds and a bright sun.
In an alleyway where I couldn’t even properly cover myself, I couldn’t hold back and ended up fucking my pussy.
I didn’t even realize how obscenely obscene I was talking, and I didn’t even know that the place I was in was a small alley not far from the downtown area, and that people were quietly watching me… Without realizing it.
… Masturbate♥ I threw it away♥
Everything is filmed and recorded.
The fact that it heated up a corner of social media that day was discovered by the owner the next day, and that determined the punishment for the second week, which is another story.
Exhausted.
The first appearance was already gone, and he was walking around with his head down, wearing a semi-transparent shirt that only showed his body.
Ah…
It really shows.
How many times have I climaxed already? .♥
It’s already the master’s
Command
It is safe to say that it was a failure.
That fact alone became a guilt eating away at my brain, and it kept throbbing painfully in the corners of my head.
… I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being a lowly livestock, a lowly female that can’t even properly carry out my master’s orders.
Such guilt.
However, it is a sticky pleasure that aches the whole body.
The scent of a male on the street keeps stimulating my lower abdomen…
I become a jumbled mess of flowing emotions.
An obscene impulse that keeps stimulating my brain.
That shallow urge to spread your legs in the middle of the street… I was able to endure it only because of my master’s orders.
However, all the little things that others can do as simply as breathing.
For me, it was an intense sexual temptation that I could not bear more than anything else.
Even the trivial things of walking down the street, running away from the gaze of intense desire, opening the door and entering a café, drinking coffee, swallowing the tomato risotto that I had no choice but to order…
Every moment, every moment… I’m caught up in an impulse that I feel like I can’t resist.
Clothes had already lost their meaning.
The pants were soaked with an unknown liquid, as if they had fallen into the river, and the top was soaked with breast milk… Covered in shiny sweat… It had turned into a mass of pheromones that only attracted males.
Wandering the streets in that state, in that state.
The crime of moving performance obscenity itself.
Even if you were raped, it was inexcusable, but for some reason it didn’t happen.
I feel nothing but regret over that fact… It was a little scary.
But even those feelings of fear were quickly consumed by pleasure… ♥
I am completely lost in a chilling orgasm of fear.
The thick residue of the risotto I had forced into my lunch, along with the sensation of my insides tingling with pleasure, really anything… Realizing that every corner of the body has been transformed into an organ that feels pleasure.
At the end of the change, there was nothing but the fact that it ended in ultimate joy.
Scheduled finish.
… In front of the examiner during the first week of slave registration.
I masturbated while being seen.
It’s full of people I’m seeing for the first time.
Even in the extremely business-like and cold atmosphere, the intense heat of pleasure could not be stopped.
I was suffering sweetly through the lustful teachings of self-consolation.
A special space where magical effects and brainwashing are said to be removed.
Even in that pure white and clear space, he could not hide his decadent air, and in front of the Ministry of Justice’s National Slave Registration Review Department, which was in charge of the review, Lee Ji-su, the director, and several people who did not know who they were… I continued my obscene masturbation.
When I think about it later, what a shame it was.
No matter how many times I think about it, my face gets hot.
Is that feeling truly shameful, or is it just the burning heat that comes from sexual pleasure? ♡ I was already unable to make good judgments on my own.
What is clear is that I do not stop at declaring that I will become my master’s slave in front of a camera that is permanently stored for recording evidence.
In that place, beneath the clear space where any magical measures disappear.
Exposing my naked body in front of everyone… Countless vulgar and obscene… The act of masturbation continued.
My 1st week slave suitability review was passed unanimously.
… Living is a shame.
Just thinking about that embarrassing moment… Stop, I reached orgasm, and reached it again.
It is truly a pervert with no way to be saved.
I had no choice but to think for myself.
Slave registration examination in week 1 passed unanimously.
The life of a slave was getting closer.
