Chapter 264 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd Basement Floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute Attached Practice Area – Toilet Etiquette Injection Station. (3)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd basement floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-affiliated practice area – Toilet etiquette injection station. (3)
──────Day 1.
First day.
Contrary to the threats whispered through the speakers, the first day went by more uneventfully than expected.
Existing… The drug that seeped into the bathtub and the addictive scent that vibrated my senses continued to tingle with my body.
Really, other than that, nothing happened.
Just with that, my skin gets hot… Although I felt orgasm intermittently.
Even so, it is only to that extent.
One hour, two hours… Three hours.
The speaker simply informed me of the type and effect of the drug currently permeating my body and the characteristics of the air freshener permeating the tip of my nose, and then remained silent.
I really didn’t suffer anything, to the point where I was even surprised, I didn’t suffer anything.
4 ounces of stimulant and stimulant to prevent shock and loss of consciousness due to shock, a spoonful of orc pheromone to stimulate sexual feelings and induce excitement, another handful of elixir of Yinma succubus to heighten sexual desire, and the latest pig estrus. One dozen, half a cup of ovulation inducer to induce artificial estrus, 5 gallons of special purpose lubricating gel for viscosity, a medicinal liquid containing various natural herbs and drugs combined in legal and illegal ways.
It is said to be a component of the bath water in the bathtub I am currently immersed in.
It’s truly terrible─♡
How horrible it is, just being submerged in the bathtub makes you feel hot… It feels like my head is melting.
Not only that, the fragrant vapor that tickled the tip of the nose usually did not contain any special ingredients.
Decline in cognition, stimulation of desire, release of sexual sensation.
While it reduces the ability to perceive the body’s sensations, it actually amplifies the sensations the body receives, so the person inhaling this gas is unable to properly perceive what is happening to their body, but is able to sense what is happening to their body. It makes you have no choice but to accept it.
Yes, just like what is happening to my body a little while ago and right now.
… I didn’t know at first.
No, I couldn’t even perceive it properly until I woke up to the sound coming from the speakers.
I was just quietly immersed in a slightly warm, tickling pleasure.
However, the liquid seeping into my skin and the scent burning my nose were slowly heating up my body, and I… I couldn’t realize that the soft pleasure was a sign of orgasm, so I just let out a faint moan.
The feeling I had when I was suddenly awakened to a sense that I had not been aware of… How should I express this?
Even at this moment, I think I’m just dazed and submerged in the bathtub.
Considering that my vision sometimes turns black and then brightens, I guess… No, I’m sure I’m being colored by pleasure.
… When I think about it again, I can say that nothing happened ♡
However, it’s really like water submerged in a bathtub or something that fills your sense of smell… Purple sweet scent, ♡ Other than those two things, I could say that nothing happened.
My hands are still tied, I can’t do this or that.
Like a frog being boiled in a pot, a body marinated in a sense of leisurely pleasure that has no choice but to accept it.
Due to the influence of pleasure that I was not aware of, my skin was already stained a lewd light pink.
… Seven hours.
With the sound of the speaker signaling the evening, a piece of junk placed on the tile outside the bathtub began to ring loudly and show off its presence.
Automatic feed feeder for pets.
Due to the tight arm binders, there was no way I could use my hands like a human would, and due to the dynamic relationship between the geographical and structural positions of the pet bowl placed on the floor—
In order to eat, I had no choice but to lie face down on the tiles on the floor.
Beyond the glass window, I felt like someone was watching.
With a feeling full of shame and contempt, I had no choice but to lie down on the tile floor and swallow the food poured into the pet bowl.
If you say it’s familiar, well… There’s nothing I can’t get used to now.
As expected, there was something fatally shameful and shattering of self-esteem in the act of eating pet food with a posture like this as a human being.
Feelings of regret, shame, and embarrassment are mixed together… A low and dark pleasure shook me.
Especially, that transparent glass window.
I didn’t think it was a big deal, but the more I became aware of the existence of that transparent glass window, the more I felt like my secret self was being seen by everyone…
An even more dizzying feeling reproached me.
In addition, he ate his food lying down as usual, which was somewhat awkward.
Currently, he was equipped with an arm binder from his shoulders to his wrists that fixed his movements to the heel, and as a result, his shoulders and elbows had no choice but to stay behind in an unnatural shape.
Because the structure of the human body makes it impossible to lie down with your shoulders back…
Moreover, they had no choice but to eat in a miserable and shameful posture.
At first, as expected, completely lying down… I couldn’t help but feel resistance, so I compromised by just kneeling and lowering my head to eat the food.
A less shameful posture than being on all fours and eating like livestock.
… Well, if you think about it ideally, there would be nothing bad.
One thing you overlooked, or maybe you never even thought about it?
The weight of the 70s P cup and breasts alone weighing close to 15 kg was at least heavier than I expected, and with both arms tied behind my back and a weight heavier than my head, I doubted I would be able to balance. There was none.
A natural body.
Instead of a cushion, two voluptuous breasts were crushed under the tile floor, and the impact of my weighty chest went straight through the top of my head, making me dizzy… A truly dizzying feeling of pleasure struck my entire body.
An unsightly climax.
In addition to the animal-like screaming orgasm, the food containing strawberry-flavored milk was soaking wet on top of the dog’s bowl.
Literally P-cup breasts, the size of which is comparable to that of a ripe musk melon, or rather, breasts that can now be compared to watermelons… I had no choice but to put my head down on the floor and eat dinner.
The same goes for defecation.
A series of humiliation after humiliation.
As if they couldn’t provide me with a common-sense bathroom, such as a toilet or toilet seat, there was a duck-shaped baby toilet placed there.
Something I experienced once… But, really… A truly shameful experience as a human being.
Even though I was just sitting in a childish chair, it felt like my self-esteem was being demolished in real time.
Rather, I really would rather… I wanted to excrete slime on an empty tile, but I was told to do so through a speaker on the ceiling.
… With both arms tied, light blue translucent jelly was excreted onto the cute-faced duck toilet.
My butt hole, which was already like a third vagina, could not suppress the pleasure even in this humiliating situation… No, on the contrary, as it was such an embarrassing situation, I felt an even more dizzying pleasure…
, The inside of a duck toilet.
The light blue slime mass was soaked with a thinner liquid than usual.
… Is it because I feel like I’ve already suffered enough from this?
However, if you think about it, it wasn’t much different from usual, and at least compared to the absurd emotion I felt the moment I heard the name of this facility, I guess you could say it wasn’t really a big deal.
Oh my goodness, the ‘Common Sense Change Research Institute-Affiliated Training Center – Toilet Etiquette Injection Center’, it makes me feel dizzy as to who thought of the name.
The fact that I am trapped in that facility for another week… The fact that I have to spend 168 hours here.
The more I think about it, the more I imagine it, the more my head hurts and becomes red with redness.
And, sure enough.
The first day passed by more uneventfully than expected.
Yeah, there’s no way something won’t happen.
No? Should we say that nothing happened doesn’t mean anything happened?
You may be wondering what kind of nonsense this is, but there is no other way to express it because it really is what it is.
In short, for the first day, about 24 hours after I was locked in this glass room, nothing really happened to me and nothing happened.
However, it was important that nothing happened.
The feeling of desire grows as time passes.
Of course, some of the desire was relieved by simply remaining still, leading to a leisurely orgasm, but that was it.
There are no masturbation tools, and hands are restrained and cannot be used.
I just sink and drown in the steadily rising sexual desire.
A thirst-like desire was hot and sticky, piercing my womb.
A tantalizing pleasure that seems to drive people crazy.
With a warm and soft caress… I couldn’t resolve it.
Of course, my breathing couldn’t help but become rough, desperately… I had no choice but to desperately move to relieve this desire.
The idea that emerged as a result… The act of rubbing one’s vagina against the railing of the bathtub.
How can you be so shallow.
However, more than the shame, the desire to soothe the heated skin was strong, so the moment I came up with the idea, I put it into practice.
A truly vulgar corner masturbation.
It was just a simple pressure masturbation where the pussy was rubbed against the marble railing, but the pleasure I felt from direct stimulation in just a few hours was more intense than I could imagine… I climaxed again and again and again.
Orgasm, and another orgasm.
I am swayed by a torrent of pleasure that seems to drive me crazy, as if the desire that had been building up strangely over the past few hours explodes all at once.
Enough to fill a bucket… Overflowing pussy juice.
Later, after I got my finances back on track, the image of myself came to mind… It was truly vulgar and shameful.
It really looked like a wild, horny monkey.
I masturbated like crazy and suffered from orgasm again and again dozens of times.
It’s not a lie, it’s really not just a few times, it’s dozens of times.
It is said that he was buried in masturbation for nearly an hour…
Really, why?
The emotional high does not go down.
It’s just the peak, the peak… It just repeats the climax.
A graph of emotions that doesn’t go down.
Later, he could no longer be satisfied with just corner masturbation, and even used the mouth hole as a device to replace the vagina.
I licked the tile with my tongue.
I tried sucking it, kissing it, and even chewing on the edge of the bathtub as if caressing it.
Since I couldn’t be satisfied with just the vagina, I tried putting weight on the clitoris and stimulating the corners of both the butt hole and the vagina hole at the same time.
… The result was the same.
A series of crazy orgasms.
I’m sure I’ve reached my peak, but this pitiful feeling of tickling my uterus doesn’t go away and continues to torment me endlessly.
I wonder if they’ve played some kind of trick on my body, no matter how much I masturbate or orgasm… There was nothing to satisfy this longing.
On the contrary, it only becomes more intense.
The more I masturbated, the more intense the tingling sensation in my uterus became.
When I realized it too late, nearly two hours had passed.
Yes, two hours.
Two hours of feeling this crazy pain and suffering from consecutive orgasms that would make me faint.
A strong, slightly salty female scent permeated over the edge of the bathtub, and I sat down with my face redder than ever.
Fluttering – I think it was a truly unsightly sight to climax just from the vibration of falling down.
Anyway…
There is no way.
The desire for love has been constantly flooding my womb and tormenting me to the point where my head is spinning.
It is absurd that masturbation to relieve oneself from being swayed by those emotions only amplifies sexual desire.
But if you don’t do anything, you will be crushed by the emotions that slowly build up.
A situation where you can’t do this or that.
Rather, even though they said they were not suffering anything, they were just destroying themselves.
Scream and surrender.
I beg and pray and try to do anything,
The speakers on the ceiling remain silent.
Only time has a clear mind, slowly… It was flowing slowly.
Like being able to perceive the time in an hourglass where each and every particle of sand falls… Time seemed to pass slowly.
In real time, the mind is collapsing and reason is paralyzed.
Thirty-four minutes, fifty-two seconds, and zero point four seconds had passed before I realized that masturbation was only making the situation worse.
I’m nervous, nervous, anxious, what should I do with this shivering feeling, how can I resolve it, and what can I do to be forgiven?
I don’t understand anything, not at all…
Since there is no way to know, I am rather scared of this situation where nothing has happened… I had the illusion that I would no longer be myself due to this feeling of pleasure gnawing at my head.
Although I know it shouldn’t be done.
The opposite sex insisted louder than anyone else that I would definitely regret it.
In the end, I couldn’t bear it.
34 minutes 42.5 seconds.
Even though I had no choice but to realize that it was a shortcut to destruction, I had no choice but to press my clitoris against the edge again.
… Yes, I could understand now.
What kind of mood did the sad, pitiful, pitiful, death-like screams of the bitches come from beyond that glass pillar?
I thought I fully understood now.
The fact that it was just my illusion was felt by my body the very next day, but that’s another story.
It’s already been three hours since I stopped masturbating.
I feel my mind drying out and twisting.
I’m thirsty and dry, shipwrecked in the middle of the desert… The only water you can drink is extremely salty water.
Even though I know that if I drink it, I will definitely die, I feel like a foolish person who drinks seawater into his mouth… I was screaming like a pig.
So vicious and terrible.
The cursed purple perfume that filled her room did not allow her to let go and lose consciousness.
I’d rather faint… Hundreds of times I have thought about dying and becoming comfortable.
But I couldn’t even faint, let alone sleep…
Even with open eyes… For two hours, I had no choice but to sleep with my eyes open.
The newly reddened labia and the clitoris swollen like congestion…
There is no other way to describe it than as miserable.
But more than that… The pupils were dying.
The focus of the pupil has completely disappeared.
A mind reaching its limit.
The body and mind, which have already succumbed to pleasure several times, will inevitably be easily taken over by further pleasure.
The body and mind are consumed by a leisurely pleasure that is almost like despair.
A handful of reason, common sense, ethics, and self-esteem.
I fall into such a soft pleasure that I don’t even know if it’s climax or not.
No matter how hard candy is, it has no choice but to melt slowly if you hold it in your mouth.
Gentle yet relaxed.
But in extreme pleasure──
It was something that melted away leaving a lingering feeling─♥
A teaching quality that is never high.
A delicate sigh that just quietly murmurs in the mouth,
How can that small moan, faint even to the ear, have such an obscene sound…♡
Vibrating brightly,
I just can’t think of the slight trembling movement of my body as trembling due to orgasm.
However, you cannot help but feel the heat rising inside your body, one drop, two drops, dripping…
Caught in this terrible trap that I can’t escape.
Red… Red… I didn’t know what to do.
Dirty words like pussy and dick, sex and copulation start swirling around in my head.
Never resolved, never resolved…
Intense desire.
One hour, two hours…
It only adds to the sadness.
The sticky heat seeping into the womb is truly mercilessly constricting my breathing.
I feel like I’m going crazy.
The feeling of being filled with love juice instead of cerebral spinal fluid.
You become unable to think about anything other than procreation.
A hell of pleasure that will make you go crazy.
There is a way to be liberated from this place, a way to escape from this miserable pleasure of destruction… I couldn’t even think of it.
Nevertheless, I could not think of anything other than being liberated.
Even though I knew it would only make it worse, I could do nothing but desperately press on my pussy and cling to masturbation.
In the meantime, her waist was moving steadily, and she was spewing out love juice more naturally than breathing.
Bodily fluid gushing out so much that it is impossible to tell whether it is urine or baby fluid.
Inside the glass partition, which was constructed without the slightest consideration for ventilation, the overflowing sweet purple perfume and the uncultured naivety of the sow were randomly mixed… It was full of an extremely terrible smell.
