Chapter 265 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd Basement Floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-Affiliated Practice Area – Toilet Etiquette Injection Station. (4)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd basement floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-affiliated practice area – Toilet etiquette injection station. (4)
────── Day 2.
It is truly difficult to have a normal sense of time in a strange space with only a clumsy clock with only the hour hand.
It is even more difficult when you say that a terrible poison that is eating away at your mind and body all the time is seeping into your skin in real time.
The stimulant substances seeping in through the respiratory tract, I can’t fall even if I want to, and my eyes are blurry from exhaustion and I try to sleep, but in the end, my eyes won’t close.
I couldn’t sleep properly, and as a result, I was semi-forcibly awakened.
A series of tantalizing pleasures that are soft and gentle and reminiscent of hell.
The shallow climax, where it is unclear whether I even experienced an orgasm, repeats endlessly… It is impossible to experience complete satisfaction.
Every moment, like the waxing moon, I was filled with dizzying pleasure, but it only waxed and waned and did not reach the intense joy that felt like my hair was turning white.
Yet, the contradiction is that the body is steadily suffering from climax.
My body was trembling like an aspen tree, and my back was constantly spasming intermittently, going crazy with the pleasure that was constantly seeping into me, but I couldn’t understand the sensation with my mind.
The usual rough and violent… A gentle climax of a completely different nature from the moment of orgasm with an end in sight.
I don’t know satisfaction because I’m suffering from being clumsily marinated in pleasure.
Thirst aches my body even more intensely because I know no satisfaction.
Flytrap.
If there is a purgatory in royalties, would this be exactly what it feels like?
It is said that every moment is reaching an orgasm, but in reality, you do not feel that you are reaching an orgasm at all.
The skin is dyed red, and the breath is violent like an animal.
Obsessed with sexual impulses, even in a situation where he can’t even move his hand, desperately… I desperately try to stimulate my genitals, but this craving that takes over my head… The extremely intense sexual desire was not satisfied at all.
That would take dozens of hours.
I can’t sleep, I can’t pass out
However, I couldn’t properly give myself over to the intense pleasure of orgasm.
Sinking into a swamp of lust that seems to melt… I was sinking in, there was no way I could be aware of this slow passage of time, and there was no way I could even notice that a day had passed.
Has a day already passed?
If not, has it only been a day?
My head, which had become dull and stiff, couldn’t even understand it properly.
The lingering feeling of soft pleasure that slowly seeps into the body is so secret and dark that it drives people crazy.
I wouldn’t have known even that if I hadn’t heard from the speaker on the ceiling that it had been a day since I entered this glass-filled room.
A crazy sweet scent, like sugar and condensed milk, topped with dense honey and cream cheese, then melted strawberry chocolate.
A day so sweet it makes you want to vomit just by smelling a little bit, and before you know it, it’s been a day since it seeps into the tip of your nose all day long.
Maybe 24 hours at most.
However, it was such an excruciating time that it felt like a week had already passed, not just 24 hours.
Just one day, just 24 hours.
How could a person be driven to such a state of devastation in just such a short period of time?
No, if I think about it, the things that have happened to my body so far were full of terrible things.
An act of insanity… If you’re familiar, you should be able to say you’re familiar
It is not impossible.
It’s not something I can understand at all, but still… The experience I experienced with my body in one day… It was truly a terrible thing.
Nothing happened, and if you think about it, you could say that nothing happened.
Surprisingly, compared to my devastated and at the limit mental state, I really didn’t suffer anything.
There were no orders or instructions.
It can be said that there were no mischievous pranks or inhumane or unethical medical procedures by a mad scientist.
I was just submerged in a bath of drugs that felt like nothing more than a little bit of terrible malice… It was just trapped in a vicious smoke.
It wasn’t something different or some kind of unfair treatment.
However, because nothing really happened… This terrible trap was exerting its vicious effect.
Purgatory.
A trap of pleasure that is literally like purgatory.
How could the pleasure that slowly encroaches and subsides be so terrifying?
Because I couldn’t really feel that anything was happening.
Nothing happened, nothing happened… Rather, such gentle sensations and secret stimuli that cannot be properly perceived deplete the mind at every moment.
In a way, can we say that I am tired of my own grass?
The most malicious structure of this vicious torture is that it is complete in itself, even if nothing special is added.
The end of this pleasure torture is completed only by time.
Mental exhaustion due to tolerance of simple pleasures… It’s not just that.
In the current situation where I am unable to sleep, the malicious effect of this stimulant that penetrates my sense of smell does not stop at blocking my escape.
In short, I can’t sleep.
That’s it.
There is no purpose, there is no command, there is no absurdity, and nothing unreasonable happens.
All that is given is a soft feeling of pleasure.
You sink in real time without even being given a chance to become aware of the soggy swamp designed to only allow you to feel sweetness.
A closed glass partition with poor ventilation, constant exposure to immoral drugs 24 hours a day, and the inability to reach climax but never experience an orgasm drive people crazy.
The gap between sensation and reality.
Forbidden from escaping into sleep or losing consciousness by fainting, he is semi-forced to repeatedly experience orgasm, melting the opposite sex to a pulp.
It is said that the body is clearly experiencing the sensation of orgasm, but the sense of pleasure, which is only loosely filled, disturbs this.
In addition to the physical and mental limitations caused by repetitive pleasure… Absence of sleep to recover.
Even if you don’t do anything, no… Without having to do anything, it automatically pushes the human inside into an extreme situation.
In the meantime, even the moment of intense catharsis at the peak to release this feeling is suppressed by the drug.
Pussy juice gushing out.
Critoris is red and bloodshot.
The tips of the nipples that squeak and squirt.
Only the physical senses thoroughly reproduce the climax moment.
The body honestly recreates the moment of ecstasy… Although it is hot, Ha-eun’s psychological sense is actually different.
Just gentle and flat… It definitely feels good, but it’s just a series of soft pleasures that only feel good.
The peak can never be reached.
All the physical evidence was showing the climax result, but only the spirit… It made me unable to admit that I had reached climax because I was caught up in the sensation of gentle pleasure.
As a result, the excitement that never subsides triggers the body’s desire again.
This amplifies the thirst for love that can never be satisfied.
Literally, a drug that makes people crazy.
By the time I realized it, it was already too late, it had penetrated to the root of my mind and body and I couldn’t shake it off.
As time passes, this thirst can never be quenched, and it precipitates… It depletes the roots.
Emotions accumulate and accumulate, capturing you, so you can’t escape.
The more you struggle to quench your thirst, the more you try to masturbate due to your sad feelings…
Rather, the fact that this intense sexual desire becomes even more blatantly intense…
Although he had now noticed the trap, he had no choice but to realize that he could not escape… ♥
It’s miserable, and you can’t help but sigh.
Sound coming through the speaker.
Although it was nothing more than a sound coming through the speaker, I was confident that I was happy about the sound, other than self-consolation.
No matter what happens from now on, it will at least be better than this gentle hell.
A terrible purgatory that only makes you sad and sad.
I can suffer anything if I can escape this tantalizing hell.
At least, it meant that I might be able to move on to something else from this simple masturbation that drives me crazy, this vicious wheel that never goes away no matter how much I masturbate.
… If that other wheel were more vicious than this one, it would be vicious. There would be no reason for it to be easy.
At the time, I couldn’t think with common sense, so all I could think was that I wanted to escape from this moment.
Masturbation hell.
Yes, this narrow bathtub, less than 1 pyeong in size, had turned into a masturbation hell more terrible than anything else.
If I can get out of this place, I feel like I can do anything.
I could understand why people are so easily subject to torture.
Right now, if I could just escape this moment, I felt like I would reveal any secrets or anything.
It felt like the inside of my body was made of love juice, not water.
An extreme emotion that rejects any thoughts other than pleasure.
… That’s what I thought.
Of course, it was just a foolish mistake by the writer.
I should have known that there was only hell beneath hell.
… In fact, even if you knew, there would be no way to escape.
The pitiful struggle of prey caught in a net.
There is a bottom at the bottom, and I was able to truly experience that truth with my body over the remaining six days.
I couldn’t help but feel it.
A mechanical arm appeared from nowhere, and with precise movements not much different from a human hand, it placed a special type of goggles on my head while I was submerged in the bathtub.
The goggles are a combination of a lens on the front that covers the entire eye and earphones that are fixed to the ears, and are wrapped around the entire head from the forehead.
These are earphones in your ears that move automatically as soon as you put them on your head, as if they are not ordinary earphones at all.
It’s too deep to be considered a canal type earphone… It slowly moves down the ear canal with the sound of the machine running and the light sound of the motor.
The cool coolness of metal deep into my ears… By the time it reached my eardrums, I was able to fully understand that these were definitely not ordinary earphones.
However, it doesn’t stop at just reaching the eardrums… The sharp tip of the metal is injected beyond the eardrum.
The thin, sharp metal thread that penetrates the auditory sense never stops moving, extending deeper and intruding into places it should not be.
A sensation that a normal person could never get used to.
No, you will never experience it.
Through the ear, beyond the eardrum, to the auditory nerve and the brain stem.
Even if it is a thin skein of metal, it would be impossible to experience it penetrating and pushing into the brain and spinal fluid of a person in real time while awake.
Whether it’s luck or misfortune, having your brain physically harassed… I could say I’m used to it now.
How many times has it been already?
That said, this uneasy and fearful feeling, as if my ego was on alert, was something I couldn’t easily get used to, but I knew what was happening right now.
The fact that these goggles are definitely not ordinary goggles.
I couldn’t even guess what it was for or what it was for, but I could tell that it was something unusual.
After the sound of the machine running loudly in my eardrums continued for a while, I was able to finish installing the goggles.
This time, rather than a speaker, the sound is transmitted directly through a machine mounted on the ear.
The voice of an unknown person ringing the cleaning goal had a strange appeal, unlike the sound coming from the speaker beyond.
It was the same voice, but why does it feel more strongly engraved in my impression?
The vibration of the sound engraved in my eardrums resonated so clearly that even I, who was exhausted from a day’s work, could clearly understand the sound.
And with that clear ringing in the ears, a few instructions and simple tests follow.
Meaningless and trivial instructions such as nod, sit, stand, etc.
Without understanding what they are for or why these instructions are given, they just reflexively follow them.
There was no particular reason.
There was no reason not to follow it, and it was a simple instruction that wasn’t particularly difficult or embarrassing.
Simple things like quietly nodding your head, standing up, or sitting down.
Without thinking much, I followed the instructions given.
At such times, the sound of small praise inevitably reaches my ears.
“Good job.” “He’s nice.” “Pretty.” Such as… A strange and slightly pleasant compliment that seems to be praising a pet rather than being directed at a person, but at the same time, it hurts one’s pride.
A strange feeling of repulsion came to mind at the refreshing voice of praise, as if he was treating me like a pet rather than a human being.
It has to be that way.
Sometimes even praise can make a person feel ignored.
If you are repeatedly praised for things that are obvious, such as 1+1 = 2 or 2+2×2 = 6, it will feel like ridicule rather than praise.
Moreover, if the praise you are saying is something you would use for a pet such as a dog or cat rather than for the same person, you are bound to feel even more offended.
A voice that feels like mockery rather than praise.
How can a word like “Good boy,” Which is merely a compliment, destroy a person’s self-esteem so much?
I feel like I’m not a human being, but just an obedient pet.
Probably, it was due to such a feeling of resistance.
In the end, I couldn’t stand it anymore and refused the slightest instruction to bend my knees.
Unable to bear someone’s instructions and mocking compliments echoing directly through the clean-up goal, he refused to follow the instructions.
The price hit all at once.
Microcurrents scattered through the mind.
Future cutting-edge science developed based on overwhelming scientific and technological power has been able to evoke some of a person’s emotions and senses to suit their taste by carefully manipulating the electrical signals injected into brain cells.
Although I cannot understand the principle, I was able to clearly feel the results with my body.
When you fail to carry out the command, a tingling electric current penetrates through your ear canal.
It hijacks the electrical signals that normally lead to the cerebral cortex, converts them to the user’s preference, and injects the processed electrical signals.
Originally, Ha-eun’s body had been deteriorated so that she could only feel the sense of pleasure, but by directly irradiating the electrical signals of the brain, senses other than pleasure and unintended emotions can be easily awakened.
The emotion of fear that is forcibly instilled.
The feeling of fear that is evoked from the brain cells without any warning or reason is truly terrifying.
I don’t know English.
I don’t understand why the feeling of fear seeps into my mind so strongly.
Just a feeling of pure, primal fear.
The sudden and forced expression of emotion, rather than the expression of emotion following psychological continuity due to one’s own intellectual movement, was not an acceptable form of emotion at all.
In broad daylight.
It feels like a jump scare pops up out of nowhere on a peaceful street with no warning.
I’m just afraid.
I don’t understand what I’m afraid of, why I’m afraid, or why I’m afraid.
Simply fear fills my mind.
The feeling of fear that is directly engraved with electric current.
A collection of electrical signals flowing through the mind without resistance makes people miserable.
Only 2–3 seconds.
The stimulation of the electrical signal, which continued for a very short period of time, was enough to allow me to accept the command.
The clouded mind returns.
All my nerves are focused on the vibration of the metal that penetrates my ear.
And the simple instructions that follow.
It was a really simple, trivial command… Once emotional punishment is engraved in brain cells, it penetrates deep into the mind and causes extreme tension.
And this leads me to feel humbled by repeated compliments.
You’re nice~, Well done~, You’re the best~, Excellent~, Amazing~, You did it~ Such embarrassing words.
Of course, it cannot be accepted happily, and should be regarded as an insult and ridicule… The feeling of punishment that never leaves distorts my ego and self-esteem, and I begin to accept those insulting compliments servilely.
Repeated monotonous instructions and praise.
And in the fear of the terrible corporal punishment, I could not recognize that little by little the sound of praise was changing into an AI voice synthesis sound imitating the master’s voice, and that an electric current was occasionally flowing through my brain through the tone of praise, delivering secret pleasure. .
The feeling of pleasure that secretly mixed in with the praise every couple of times, without even being aware of it, was leading me to look forward to hearing the praise…
There was an image of myself slowly resembling my master’s voice, gladly accepting that humiliating praise.
“Sit.”, “Stand up.”, “Spinning.”, “Get down.”, “Wait.”, “Eat.”.
As if she was training a pet, her commands and repeated praise slowly began to linger in Ha-eun’s mind.
In a normal situation, it would be normal for a normal person to feel insulted and get angry.
However, after being soaked in harsh drugs all day, accumulated heat and accumulated thirst.
In addition, Ha-eun’s brain, which was unable to fully rest, did not have the time to look at the situation completely objectively, and these minor reactions gradually began to knock on the door of her unconsciousness without her being aware of it.
Punishment several times due to unintentional mistakes.
And as a result of training that secretly stimulates feelings of pleasure and repeated praise, the master’s voice and form are engraved in Ha-eun’s subconscious.
Extreme anxiety and fear in situations where orders cannot be followed.
The pleasure that is secretly engraved every time you hear a compliment is the contradictory common sense that says you feel happy when you follow orders.
I’ve been repeating boring and meaningless commands for 12 hours and 45 minutes.
Ha-eun’s brain cells are designed so that she can feel pleasure and fear according to commands even without separate electrical signals.
Engraving
It was done.
