Chapter 266 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd Basement Floor, Common Sense Change Research Center Attached Practice Area – Toilet Etiquette Injection Station. (5)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd basement floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-affiliated practice area – Toilet etiquette injection station. (5)
Promotion of estrus, suppression of mental and physical loss and sleep by semi-forced arousal, amplification of the physical sensation itself, amplification of sexual longing, induction of a gap between tangible phenomena and bodily sensations, suppression of emotional regulation mechanisms, abnormal sexual excitement state. Forced continuation…
A variety of obscene drugs that infiltrate and penetrate the mind at every moment.
Through ingestion through the skin, respiratory tract, or mouth…
A life of 24 hours a day, all day long, with drugs that cross the legal and illegal boundaries without even being properly notified to the person.
There is no way you can completely control your body and mind.
Consciousness that is clouded and distorted due to not being able to sleep properly.
There is no reason for Ha-eun’s mental state to be normal as she is confined in a closed space filled with terrible drugs, and this continuous exposure to drugs has made Ha-eun’s mind as well as her body vulnerable.
He had already spent the next day unable to sleep properly and was in a state of heat, soaked in drugs.
It’s natural to fall into an extreme state where you can’t help but react sensitively to even the slightest external stimulus.
In such an extreme situation, what would be the result if a series of blatant voice signals through the eardrum and electrical signals directly injected through electrodes inserted into brain cells continued, as if injected directly into the ear?
It is a form of torture and brainwashing that cannot be easily endured even under optimal conditions or normal health.
The impact of this unethical education on Ha-eun could not have been trivial.
Discolored vision.
You open your eyes, but your unsound mind makes it impossible to properly perceive even the visible field of view.
Stimulation of estrus that continues continuously, and prohibition of sleep for rest.
It’s been two days since this situation continued, and it’s quite natural for my body and mind to start to break down.
The feeling of fatigue rises all the way to the top of my head, and I want to collapse and close my eyes right now, but my body can never fall asleep.
If you can’t sleep, are your other senses okay?
It can’t be.
A gap in the senses that comes at any time.
The pleasure of my skin being gently stimulated, like a quiet caress, makes me sad, but that feeling alone can never reach the intense joy of climax.
A sense of ecstasy that was forcibly seized.
It was just a tantalizing, shallow feeling of pleasure that came to me from time to time, making me feel sad.
Desperately… Yes, I desperately tried shaking my waist, pressing my pussy against the edge, and even pressing my clitoris… But…
The sadness that felt like it was burning deep in my heart only increased, and nothing was resolved.
The body is definitely sending signals of climax, but it is the height of absurdity that cannot be felt with the head, as if only the emotional path has been blocked.
I become devastated.
We are made to be devastated.
This continuous cycle of purgatory, with no idea what to do or what to do, lasts for one day, two days, three days… Four days.
It goes on for a long time without end.
It just continues.
It’s better not to go crazy.
Reason sinks, and even instinct has no choice but to succumb to the thirst that threatens to kill it.
What’s even more unfortunate is that, in contrast to my reason, which despairs of pleasure, my body’s senses are becoming more sensitive.
More sensitive, more nervous.
Reflexive sensory activity in extreme situations caused by fatigue and stress would have been a survival instinct inherent in the human body for smoother survival, but the function reserved for that survival could have put Ha-eun in a more critical situation. Drive in.
My already sensitive senses are becoming even more sensitive.
The faint scent of pleasure that was sweetly eating away at my skin caresses my whole body with the dizzying stimulation of pleasure that further depletes my mind as I feel like I am about to pass out, and eventually the moment of climax comes faster and faster.
However, it is a peak wave that only the mind is not aware of.
Only the red, dripping pussy showed that Ha-eun had climaxed once more.
48 hours.
The reaction of orgasm, which has already been countless times, further depletes the mind and body, and even begins to break down the essential protective instinct that all living things must have.
In an extreme situation, monotonous orders repeated as if brainwashing and a series of humiliating compliments.
In contrast to the bizarre reward of pleasure that is secretly injected without anyone noticing, the fear of blatant punishment is deeply entrenched in Ha-eun’s underlying psychology, branding it as an absolute instrumental conditioning.
As if an indelible scar is engraved.
The brain bends.
The heart is broken, and the spirit is surrendered.
An unknown and terrifying electrode was inserted between the brain cells, and through that electrode, certain sensations and emotions that I did not want to know or understand were forcibly injected.
If the order is followed, the mind is corrected through a positive reward circuit through pleasure, and if the order is not followed, negative punishment is followed by instilling extreme fear.
At first, I could only accept the praise as humiliating, but now I came to regard it as joyful and willing,
Just imagining not being able to follow her orders fills me with fear, as if my mind would tremble.
The strange nature of not feeling anything wrong with the way you are now being treated like a pet.
By the time the inhumane repetitive learning had continued for eighteen to forty-eight minutes, the brain nerves were beginning to reproduce the emotions and sensations of that time on their own, even without any electrical stimulation.
No doubts arise.
I am not curious about the content.
It becomes impossible to realize any absurdity in the pleasure and pain given.
If it breaks down to this point, the next step will be even easier.
We will strengthen the content of education and the resulting rewards and punishments.
First, let’s allow physical freedom.
Release the arm binder restraining the shoulder, arm, and wrist.
A desperate sense of liberation that spreads throughout your body in just 48 hours.
If it had been the original Ha-eun, she would have fallen into masturbation right now with her freed fingers, but the “Wait” Message delivered through the earphones. The movement stops for an instant at that simple command.
Why? Why?
There was no such question.
I feel happy just hearing the compliments I receive.
Before consciousness, the body first stops moving.
A well-trained pet, Pavlov’s loyal puppy.
They are no longer considered the same person.
A synthesized voice that resembles the owner.
Even though it was natural to feel humiliated, I felt happy about the praise without any resistance.
The thick stream of water flowing from the vaginal opening clearly depicts her psychological state.
Just a compliment.
“The kid is good.”
Blindly, more obediently.
Not the body, but the mind and spirit are transformed.
Extremely clerical and repetitive brainwashing training, and endless torture through unlimited drug injections can destroy even shapeshifters, who are known for their physical and psychological durability, to suit the target’s taste.
Everything is according to the taste of the creator who designed this laboratory.
Malice befitting the name ‘Common Sense Change Research Institute Affiliated Training Center – Meat Toilet Etiquette Injection Center’ had permeated.
Sleepless.
Without a presented purpose or a task to be solved.
If electrodes were connected directly to the brain cells, and the emotions and sensations were injected excessively, and the training was repeated endlessly.
As a result, excessive desire and excessive pleasure, seeping in like a swamp, are given unrestrained and unlimited… There is no such thing as a person who can maintain their sanity.
Either it is broken, or it is corrected.
Broken or Obey.
Die or Slave
An unspeakable, inhumane research that began with such an idea.
A facility prepared by a crazy research group that is close to the law, let alone illegal, to collect research funds, test subjects, and research data.
The reason why the front of the space is made of glass is to minimize unintentional variables that come with the experiment.
At what moment do humans break down most easily?
How can we destroy humans more efficiently and more rationally?
How can we destroy humans’ natural survival instinct and turn them into livestock that blindly follow their master’s orders?
How can we make humans not look like humans and be thought of as nothing more than livestock?
A terrible malice that a normal person would never think of or even think of committing.
The reason for this vicious and vicious research was nothing more than trivial curiosity.
Pure curiosity.
In fact, there is no such thing as extreme malicious intent as pure curiosity.
As it was a result of brainy and clever scholars who were filled with madness and gave priority to curiosity, the method, process, results, procedures, and results showed extreme immorality.
People who have human rights are never enforced and are never enforced.
Even if they are slaves, they do not usually enter this glass space, as basic human rights and human rights are respected as much as millet.
Since they had some common sense, they were trying to stay within the boundaries of the law.
However, that statement is not much different from the fact that outside the bounds of the law, things can become as cruel as you want.
So what about livestock whose human rights are not protected by this law?
A person who, of his own free will or by committing an unforgivable crime, is deprived of human rights stipulated in the Charter of the United Nations and 193 countries around the world.
Domestic animals in the shape of humans that are only called Homo sapiens, not humans.
Even if they are killed, they receive no punishment other than pet abuse.
Even if the limb is amputated and a pig’s hoof is transplanted in its place.
Monster… Even if you are treated as a breeding hen of a being called a strange monster.
Even if they are treated like dairy cows and literally used as factory-made Mamma can dispensers.
No legal liability is assumed.
Oh, you could probably get caught for violating the Food Sanitation Act.
In fact, it is said that a wealthy man in Western Europe once held a wedding with a female livestock for his precious pet pig, so we could see how he was treated.
Literally livestock.
A being that may be less than that, but cannot be more than that.
They are clearly branded with special paint recognized by the United Nations, so they can no longer be the same human being.
That kind of existence.
Not only in Korea, but even if you go to any of the 193 countries around the world, you cannot be treated like a human being.
Treating livestock like humans would be an outrageous insult to humanity.
Therefore, anything is allowed for livestock.
Anything is possible, no matter how it is treated.
… Ha-eun, a prospective slave, was imprisoned in a training facility for such livestock.
Although there were certain procedures and no treatment beyond a certain level, it could still be considered an illegal act.
However, because the person has his or her own will, there is a video recording of the person’s voice and image, and the person who wants to do this has a transcendent status… This ridiculous thing was actually happening.
Penalty… A result that is too absurd to be expressed in words.
In fact, the way a researcher looked at Ha-eun locked in a glass box was closer to looking at a sturdy animal specimen than looking at the same person.
Ha-eun’s physical and mental durability is greater than I thought… A more extreme concentration of drug was administered, and an experiment more vicious than the originally planned procedure was started.
Just a result of a trivial, very trivial curiosity.
However, for Ha-eun, who must accept that curiosity, how harsh a price must that trivial curiosity have to pay?
A frog dies from a rock thrown by an innocent child as a joke.
It’s just that Ha-eun was placed instead of the frog.
Since he himself wanted it that way, wouldn’t it be possible to say that it is a win-win relationship in which no one will be sad?
It is still unknown whether this relationship will truly be a win-win, or whether it will be a bitter affair that only one side enjoys.
There is no doubt that Ha-eun will also be happy about today’s work.
Be sure to make sure that Ha-eun also thinks in ecstasy about what happened today
What will be made
It was certain.
Whether it fades or not.
In fact, Ha-eun’s body and mind had begun to be made to feel happy, to the point where she felt an unconscious orgasm just by hearing the praise synthesized by her AI.
The rest just continues repetitive education and learning.
Between the realms of consciousness and unconsciousness, a malicious stigma steeped in the creator’s intentions is attached.
────── Day 3.
Using her freed hands and arms, more difficult instructions follow.
When you follow a command correctly, an electrical signal of stronger pleasure explodes directly into your brain. On the other hand, if you fail to follow a command properly, an electrical signal that causes even more terrible pain and fear explodes directly into your brain.
A spirit that bends to be more suitable for a pet.
Before she knew it, the AI’s synthetic sound seeping into her ears had become an absolute guidepost that must be followed.
From very trivial and simple commands such as nodding your head, standing up, or clapping your hands, to masturbating while admiring your indecent appearance in front of a mirror, or making an M in front of the lens of a camera that appears from nowhere. Own… Like, explaining each and every obscene place, the dog food container in front of me, the brown solid mixed with my own breast milk… It’s so vulgar, obscene, lewd, and vulgar… Like pervert… ♥ By command.
The difficulty of the given commands further escalated.
And as if to make me aware of myself, the goggle lens shows my own images one by one.
Admiring my own plaque, or showing my humble appearance through the mirror… ♡
You are not allowed to look away.
So shameful, so humiliating, the physical punishment of electric signals that comes every time I close my eyes.
The obedient lamb was forced to experience powerful emotions that would otherwise be forgotten, such as feelings of shame.
A truly vulgar and disgraceful act.
Shame, shame… It was a feeling of humiliation, but I couldn’t look away from that sight.
Be seen, look at…
My reality is imprinted on me.
It got on all fours and urinated like a puppy.
A small compliment to a pet that faithfully follows orders.
“Good job.”
The array of electrical signals directly irradiated to the brain was able to reproduce the sensation of orgasm with just electrical stimulation.
An exquisite sensation that is injected purely through an array of electrical signals, regardless of any physical sensation.
Yes, just as incomprehensible feelings of fear and dread were directly injected, the ecstasy of pleasure was directly injected into my mind.
A body that is almost completely controlled under the control of drugs.
No matter what I tried or did over the past two days, the feeling of climax that I had never been allowed to do went through my whole body with just a word of praise.
How on earth should I have felt?
A sip of nectar given to a tired and weary traveler in the desert.
Even though I knew that this feeling was a viciously designed trap, I could not find a way to reject it.
I couldn’t bear it.
48 hours.
For the first time in a body that has been fixed and neglected in a state of estrus… The joy of climax coming for the first time is so dizzying, so ecstatic…♥ It wasn’t something I could resist.
──It has become more active, waiting for orders.
I myself had been wishing for this series of actions to be ordered and praised.
────── Day 4.
Now I no longer feel any hesitation in giving any command.
If he was ordered to tighten his neck, he would suffocate on the spot, and if asked to bark like a dog, he could bark.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t feel shame, but more than that, the temptation of orgasm and the intense emotional experience of that moment took precedence over everything else.
… No matter what shameful command it is, I want it to be commanded from myself
Sincerely
It starts to fade.
If you have succeeded in instilling unconditional obedience and submission to your master at the instinct level, now is the next step.
A period of four days,
It is very, very simple to process and assemble the soft, massaged spirit that has not been able to sleep properly and has been soaked in drugs all day to suit the customer’s taste.
Ha-eun’s mental world, which had already begun to expose her ego’s core from her deepest inner self, deep psychology to the surface, was in a state of fragility and fragility, no matter how she compared it to anything else.
Just by quietly whispering what you want in her ear, you can bend Ha-eun’s deeply rooted values and ethics.
For example, to the current Ha-eun, he quietly says, “Ha-eun is not a woman, but a man.” Just by whispering this, she will be unable to question this fact.
A cock that doesn’t exist, P-cup breasts that can’t be found in a man, and a light pink crack that replaces a cock.
Looking in the mirror and looking at the photo, even though everyone in the world calls Ha-eun a woman, Ha-eun herself can’t help but think of her as a man.
She cannot question the fact that she is purely a man, and like the universal truth that the Earth is round, she makes herself think that she is a man.
The opposite is also true.
“Ha-eun was a woman from the beginning.” Just by whispering this one word, she was able to force herself to absolutely deny and forget her past life and her memories of him.
Truly the purity of spirit.
A pure white drawing paper that is easy to smudge and can be colored with anything.
The innocent curiosity of a purely malicious researcher paints a picture of Ha-eun’s mental state, which is like that of a chick that has just emerged from its eggshell.
Like ink spilling on rice paper.
There is no turning back.
So that no way to save the day comes to mind.
Common sense and etiquette were gradually being instilled into the obedient masochistic female Yukbyeongi, from surface psychology to deep psychology, mindset, and spirit.
