Chapter 262 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd Basement Floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute Attached Practice Room – Toilet Etiquette Injection Station (1)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd basement floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-affiliated practice room – Toilet etiquette injection station (1)
Perhaps because of that, or simply because of his mood, the look in the master’s gaze seemed a little cold.
The owner’s harsh criticism continues.
Not only did I see an unsightly peak in front of my eyes, but I continued to be criticized for the dental plaque I had shown yesterday.
I don’t know how, but he must have been watching me like that, and he continued talking about the various shameful plaques he had shown the day before.
An insult to a lesser slave who failed to properly follow his orders.
Personal attacks and insults are basic, belittling me as a prostitute who spreads her crotch to anyone.
… This undeniable fact makes it even more embarrassing and heartbreaking.
The emotions and sensations I felt that day.
A part of myself that I could not endure.
It’s an undeniable truth, so it’s even more heartbreaking.
More than the fact that he is being insulted by being a pervert… The fact that I couldn’t keep my master’s orders was hurting me more than anything else.
The anxious thought that I might be abandoned by my master made me terrified.
Obviously a strange reaction.
It was an expression of non-common sense emotions, but I couldn’t find it strange.
It must have been the master who made me into a body like this, into a body that had no choice but to react like that.
It must have been the master who made it impossible to avoid orgasmic pleasure just by drinking coffee or the rattling vibration of the bus.
Even if you think about it with common sense, it is an obvious causal relationship.
The person who changed me so that I couldn’t even do normal daily life was my master… ♡
If you look at it in detail, this is such an absurd and unreasonable accusation.
Nevertheless, how violent and harsh are the insults and insults directed at me…
I should be the one who gets angry and angry… It should be the master who is at fault, not me… I just… I am now completely disgusted by the fact that I could not properly follow the orders my master gave me.
Rather, it seems as if such insults are natural.
I was an outcast who couldn’t even properly follow my master’s orders, and I couldn’t help but tremble with the illogical and irrational fear that I might be abandoned by my master.
A permanent relationship between power and power.
No, it’s a master-servant relationship that can’t even be a relationship between superiors.
The result of the master-servant relationship consciousness that was established in my soul was twisting and distorting my inner common sense and values.
It permeates so firmly and thoroughly that you can’t even notice it.
I didn’t even realize that the current situation was strange, and I could only assume that it was all my fault.
Normal, common sense thinking no longer exists.
It no longer mattered to me how absurd the whole process was or how absurd it was.
It’s just that I couldn’t follow my master’s orders properly.
That’s the only thing that matters.
It is natural to be insulted and criticized.
I had no choice but to think that way.
Bow down and surrender on the spot.
He apologizes and bows in a desperate manner, so desperate that it looks miserable to anyone.
Turning over like a dog… The most humiliating position I can think of.
Already, throw away your dignity and self-esteem in the trash can and act like a dog… They fawn and antagonize like abandoned pets.
I completely forgot what I was doing, the heat of masturbation, and the sensation of excitement.
Lie down flat on the floor, squeeze tightly,
Miserable, servile, naked fighting spirit.
A naked Dogeja who is absolutely vulgar.
The only thing I could think of was to adopt an attitude of submission full of true intentions and ask for forgiveness.
A desperate attitude that had no choice but to come from the soul.
I felt like a puppy abandoned by the world, but I was blessed.
Really, why is this?
At that moment, that was the only thought that came to mind.
I will do anything.
You can do anything, please…
Please don’t throw it away.
I could only think like that and think like that.
This is truly a strange thing, something that cannot be understood through common sense.
What on earth happened to my body?
Nevertheless, in exchange for punishment, when this absurd and unreasonable situation was forgiven.
I could see myself feeling more relieved than anything else in the world.
… Incomprehensible emotions, incomprehensible joy.
It was a strange thing to say the least, but I thought that feeling was natural…
Why is this?
I couldn’t understand.
I feel like I have become a dog that is blind to its owner.
The fact that I could be forgiven just made me feel happy.
When I lie down close and have my head stroked. I was confident that I felt a happiness that could not be compared to anything else.
Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I was knocked to the floor just by having my head gently patted.
How embarrassing.
However, I was ecstatic.
It’s my feeling, but it’s a feeling of ecstasy that I can’t understand.
But the body is honest… It was like spitting out droplets of joy.
So, the place we headed to was the esthetics that came again_Love tek.
Toward the hidden basement of a place that is now as familiar as home… It was heading again.
It was absurd, but in the end it was a penalty.
I was forced to sign that all responsibility for the procedure and any side effects were solely on me, Ha-eun.
I also had to bear all the costs incurred.
A debt of 8.2 billion won added to the previously unreasonably collected debt of 7.5 billion won.
IOUs worth a total of 15.7 billion won were dancing on my palm.
… A debt that you can’t figure out how to repay even if you work all your life.
At this point, I’m starting to think that things like slave deeds have no meaning.
Oh my god, 15.7 billion won.
An amount that was hard to imagine for someone who was just an ordinary office worker.
At this point, I feel like I’m completely broke.
Whether economically, legally, or even spiritually…
There seemed to be no way for me to escape the master’s grasp.
A person who is bound as if he were bound by a noose of terrible chains.
In a reality where you can’t escape from the embrace of your master… Rather, I had no choice but to recognize my own feelings, and a sense of discomfort pierced a corner of my heart.
Those feelings are suppressed without you even having time to notice,
All these emotions are forced to be purely emotions that one is recalling.
I was mistaken.
If you repeat it over and over again, you will come to think of this as natural.
The sting of being pricked by a needle will one day cease to be of any emotion.
The consent that I affirmed with my mouth and lips is the fact that a contract is like that.
Ha-eun probably won’t be able to realize it for the rest of her life.
The lobby of the store.
I am seen by the rare customer, but under the pretext of punishment, I cross the hallway naked.
Four feet, four legs.
Not even a slave, but like a livestock.
A body that moves befitting the appearance of a sow.
In accordance with the movement of the lead of the owner walking ahead, the front and rear feet… It was crawling like a pet.
… Ugh, people’s stares are stabbingly painful.
There’s no way you can’t feel shame.
There is no way not to be ashamed.
In the midst of everyone wearing clothes and talking normally.
Alone, naked.
Her large breasts were moving back and forth like a pendulum, driven by gravity, and her lower body, which had become four-legged and crawled like a livestock, was clearly exposed without being able to hide it at all.
There was no way I had any hands left to cover my private parts.
It ends up being seen by everyone who looks behind them.
A gaze that feels like it’s going to pierce your pussy… Gazes.
Is it inevitable for a female to go into heat due to that sense of shame?
I can’t express in words the shame I feel at seeing such an embarrassing sight.
Moreover, the traces of obscene puddles that drip onto the floor every time you crawl, like leaving bread crumbs… It reflects the light so clearly that it’s strange not to be able to see it.
In the meantime, I’m going to expose my feelings that are making me horny.
I couldn’t help but feel hot with shame.
Excitement, shame, embarrassment, and a sense of heat were mixed in a chaotic manner, causing my skin to turn bright red.
My breathing also becomes increasingly thick and rough.
By the time I got off the elevator, a secret known only to those in the know, the sounds of breathing and moaning had already become indistinguishable.
The location we arrived at was the 3rd floor of the basement.
This underground building is questionable as to how it was able to obtain a building permit.
This time too, it boasted a very distorted and twisted landscape.
It looked more sophisticated than the hideous cave with dark red blood vessels and veins and bright red writhing lumps of meat, but this scene before my eyes could also be said to be far from normal.
A clean white hallway and floor resembling a waiting room in the lobby.
Bright lights coming down from the ceiling.
Does the owner of this place have an obsession bordering on obsession? It seemed like not a stain or dust was allowed in the spacious building.
A bleached hallway that seems to allow only pure people.
The sight of myself crawling through it made me feel ashamed, as if I had become an impure stain.
If it were just white, it wouldn’t even be said to be distorted.
A hallway without a single speck of dust or stain may feel somewhat strange, but it would not be said to be wrong.
Are you spotless hard? If it’s just an appreciation, there’s no reason to feel problematic about the place itself.
3rd floor underground.
It wasn’t long before my eyes reflected the secret and terrifying aspect of an underground facility, which was considered even more secret even in a secretly operated facility.
White walls, bleached ceiling, pure white floor, sharp white incandescent lights.
Thanks to the interior, which seemed to emphasize cleanliness to the point of editorialism, the other aspects were more prominent and emphasized.
A wide square.
It was a space so large that it was reasonable to ask, “Where could a space this large underground come from?” The interior of the laboratory was filled with glass spaces.
A glass pillar about 2 pyeong in size that appears to be about 2.5 meters on a side.
A room with glass pillars that clearly showed the inside filled the space.
Bathtub and mirror, glass and tile.
A bathroom full of glass containing a shower and several unidentifiable tools.
An unidentified transparent glass room with unknown intent or purpose.
Such a glass room fills the pure white space… It is very tightly packed.
A space where it is not strange to doubt the financial spirit just by that alone.
That’s expected, but it didn’t stop there.
Dozens or hundreds of glass pillars.
The size of each room is only about 2 pyeong, but if the number of rooms reaches 100, it can be said that size is no longer an issue.
Hundreds of eerie, transparent glass bathrooms that extend endlessly to the point where it is impossible to tell how many there are.
In that glass space where the inside is clearly visible,
There was a person there.
Naked people were showing their inner skin through transparent glass.
A glass pillar containing approximately half a person.
… Why didn’t I hear it before?
Is it because my eyes were caught by the pure white tiles?
A strange moaning sound was flowing chaotically from inside the glass cube whose identity I could not identify.
A scream so wild and loud that it’s hard to believe I didn’t hear it.
Sometimes pleading, sometimes begging.
Different sounds of different timbres, different amplitudes, and different urgency were reflected beyond the cube of glass.
Horrible, obscene… Ensemble of females.
A vulgar scream containing nothing but emotion was being shouted violently into my ears.
…
The sound of water continuously echoing noisily as it reflects off the tiles, leaving no time to distinguish whose voice is whose.
The orgy continued with countless, almost countless, miserable pleas, desperate screams, and ecstatic deaths from wet, sexy females.
If it were someone else, the noise would just be unpleasant.
It’s a little noisy and obnoxious, but that’s just it.
A sound must be just a sound for it to be normal.
However, to Ha-eun, sound could not be considered just sound.
Even now, this groaning sound, this voice, this nasal sound that is loudly resounding in my ears… It was impossible to say that it was just noise.
It has to be there.
Ha-eun’s body was subjected to treatment after treatment, drugs, magic, and various illegal practices.
One of the five senses of the human body, hearing, could not have been left alone in a body that only felt obscene things and was remodeled for sexual acts.
Deteriorated hearing.
The organ that simply senses sound and recognizes voices has long since become a pervert-like organ that accepts all the vibrations it senses as a form of pleasure and a type of touch.
Even ordinary noises stimulate the uterus.
There was no way I couldn’t feel anything about this unusual moan.
… ♡
As if sympathizing with the feelings of naked livestock beyond that glass wall.
Emotions that are forcefully injected into the body as if sharing the pleasure they are feeling… Pleasure.
The mournful cries of dozens of people at their peak resonate loudly in my ears.
It’s not something I’m experiencing, but it’s an illusion as if I’m experiencing something like that.
Nothing happened,
I felt like I was going crazy just with the loud moaning sound spreading through my ears.
The pleasure of caressing your fingernails.
The pleasure of sexual intercourse that stimulates the nerves sharply as if the clitoris is pinched.
A heavy pleasure, like hitting the cervix with a drum.
A fishy pleasure as if your ears are being licked and sucked.
I had no choice but to sit there, overcome by the pleasure of sound that refused to be understood.
The moans of the females who can’t help but climax after climax, but they don’t stop.
An ensemble of religious voices amplified by reflection from the tiles,
Even though nothing has happened yet… It’s driving me crazy.
Non-normal space.
An unconventional and unethical pillar of glass.
Inside, what on earth are they going through?
To that extent, the wild chanting sounds ringing in my ears are heartbreaking… It was sweet.
In mythology, even a shabby person with paranormal abilities who was implanted with the gene of an arch-demon did not seem to have the talent to withstand the indirect experience of hundreds of orgasms.
Or is it because he is a devil who is prone to greed?
I was being devoured by the melody of terrible pleasure that was encroaching on reason at every moment.
You become synchronized with someone else’s emotions and become encroached upon, and you become unable to be sure whether the voice you are crying out for is yours or someone else’s.
Continue──, Continue──, Continue────
The ecstatic sound of a voice that never stops, and you can’t tell if it belongs to someone or how many people it is.
Violently pounding my eardrums loudly and forcefully…
And, if all the sounds transmitted in that way go beyond simple sounds and become stimuli with a physical form and are directed to the uterus… ♥
I, a female, am nothing but lewd.
I just can’t bear it.
I really didn’t do anything.
They say they’re not doing anything… ♥
Just the moaning of an unknown person being whispered in my ear, that alone.
It’s really just that one thing…
My current self couldn’t stop having an orgasm.
Due to the forcibly injected pleasure, I could not help but feel the ecstasy of climax.
The sound didn’t stop.
Because there were clear mental limitations that an individual like me could have.
Catastrophe was inevitable.
A series of unsightly climaxes.
I climaxed, and climaxed, and climaxed again… My eyes were glassy and glassy, and pink, peach-scented saliva, which I couldn’t tell whether it was saliva or love juice, was sticky hanging down from the corner of my mouth.
My waist was just repeating useless vibrations like a clockwork with a broken mainspring.
As a result, I had no choice but to lose my mind.
Lastly, the sound that thrilled my ears.
It was leaking out of my mouth.
A bitch’s scream, like a death sentence.
Are you happy, sad, or just ecstatic?
Just hearing it makes the listener feel ashamed
In my ear… ♡ Bangbang again… ♡
It was something that warmed my womb so that I could never forget it.
… How vulgar.
The death that makes your heart sink is,
It was definitely my voice…, It was my unmistakable voice, but…
Or rather, is it because it was my voice?
It was embarrassing, and at the same time─ very exciting.
Carefully—
More, more carefully──♥
It was like being submerged in a muddy sea of ecstasy.
───Next time you open your eyes,
If you open your eyes again.
This time, something else, just how– so terrible, perhaps something I can’t even imagine,
Such things──♡ might be waiting for you.
Excited, excited… I really couldn’t help but feel excited.
With such ugly expectations that I couldn’t tell those people,
A low-class sow named Ha-eun, who was me, lay down on her side on the pure white tile floor that did not suit her unclean self.
