I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 267

Chapter 267 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd Basement Floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-Affiliated Practice Area – Toilet Etiquette Injection Station. (6)

If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd basement floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-affiliated practice area – Toilet etiquette injection station. (6)

First, the prepared visual material is played.

An image began to play through the goggles mounted on the front and the glass display completely covering the field of view.

A video showing the loving love between a newlywed couple.

Rather than being sticky and lewd, it is full of sugar and is a fresh expression of love that flows like honey.

I was able to observe the evidence of the love between the two, which was somewhat unfamiliar, from the perspective of a third person.

A fresh conversation where hesitation still remains.

A gesture of caring for each other and touching each other affectionately.

A beautiful act to confirm love rather than covet sex.

This kind of sex… It can also exist.

In fact, this is what sexual activity in the general sense is like.

An unfamiliar body conversation that makes you feel that way.

Clasp your hands, gently part your lips, and whisper love.

The conversation between the two lovers, which should be heard beyond the video, was inserted as if it were whispered directly through earphones connected to the eardrums.

As if I were a third party, not a stranger…
She was like any woman in that position.
A vivid voice tickles my ears.

Through the teaching material in the given video, you learn about things that others have personally experienced.

By observing how men and women are connected, how they make love, what emotions they have, how they get excited, and how other people mix their bodies, it encourages understanding, knowledge, and acceptance.

Indirect learning through visual materials.

Well, how much simpler would it be if you could learn, understand, and accept just by watching the prepared video materials?

Of course, something like that can’t happen.

So, of course, the video currently being played in Ha-eun’s field of vision was not ordinary.

First, hearing.

The presence of earphones connected directly to the eardrum completely blocks unnecessary external sounds and lets only the desired sounds into the ears.

A sound so vivid that it makes you think Ha-eun is actually at the scene.

The sound of a woman’s breathing becoming violent as her emotions escalate.

The sound of flesh flowing along a gentle curve.

Strange friction and plosive sounds made when the flesh of a man and a woman makes love.

The sound of water drops on a body fluttering.

Creak- Creak- Creak- even the soft sound of the bed mattress.

The sense of presence as if I had become a beloved lover reflected in the field of vision was whispering through my ears.

Also, gaze processing in the video.

One precisely crafted video material was basically taking place through a third person’s perspective, but occasionally it was at the eye level of a woman whispering in a man’s ear, and you could see what he was doing with that gaze and what he was doing. It is conveyed through a thoroughly subjective perspective.

And electrodes inserted into the brain.

The transmission of electrical signals through various electrodes directly connected to the brain reproduced what was happening in the video based on data that had actually been collected.

A liveliness that makes you think that what is happening in the video in your body in real time is actually happening.

Simply put, the feeling of the body flowing throughout the whole body.

In reality, Ha-eun is still sinking in this drug-filled bathtub, just trying to control her violent breathing, but what Ha-eun is currently feeling in her body is not the heat of the drugs rising from the bathtub, but the queen-size bath that the newlyweds had difficulty purchasing. It was the feel of a soft mattress.

It deceives the signals given to the sense of smell.

Instead of the sweet purple scent that seems to melt your brain, the fresh scent of a newlywed home permeates your nose.

The smell of an unknown man.

It hijacks the somatosensory sensations flowing through the body and whispers electrical signals modified to suit one’s taste.

The feeling of skin gently mixing with skin.

Even though nothing is done, the feeling of the mucous membrane licking my lips is vivid.

An electric signal that reproduced the memory of the feeling that I could not help but think of as someone else’s and not mine was forcibly injected into my brain.

A vicious extravagant experience where you mistake the emotions, memories, and sensations felt by others as your own.

A terrible experience continues as I try to contaminate each person’s unique self with the fabricated colors of others.

The disgusting feeling of filth, like being immersed in a pit full of naked, reddish-brown food waste, vibrates in my mind.

A very egregious and terrible act.

Instead of considering people as people, emotions, ego, memories… The ultimate example of unethical harassment.

The horror of making people mistake emotions that are clearly not mine to be mine without any filtering.

There is no way I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between my own memories and other people’s memories, the emotions I should have and the emotions others must have felt, and the difference between self and other.

The last three days of severe torture were carried out in advance to prevent this from happening.

For three days straight, I couldn’t sleep properly, rest even for a moment, or calm down my excitement… Ha-eun’s brain, her ego, has been constantly tested for its durability and limits.

I don’t have the capacity to tell the difference between the false emotions of a blatantly invasive electronic signal and my own memories… There is no longer any left.

A tender kiss with the man I first loved.

A conversation of consideration to understand each other.

A gentle and delicate sweet caress.

As if I were to become a wife who had just started a household… You can’t help but make that mistake.

Even though we know that this is not what is actually happening, we are becoming unable to notice the difference.

My real self is a dream, and the prostitute in the video can only be seen as my real self.

In that state, Ha-eun’s heart was becoming assimilated with a beloved newlywed woman.

The two share love as if love is blooming.

Affection, love, affection, affection, pure love.

The feelings that she did not understand and could not understand were whispered into her mind, forcing her to accept them.

Yes, at least—she herself does not know the feeling of love shared by such lovers.

Could you possibly know?

A first experience that was both unconventional and shocking.

Although the process may have been full of sticky sexual desire, sloppy possessiveness, and violent sadism, this unfamiliar and fresh attitude of love could not be found anywhere else.

The same goes for what happens afterward.

One-sided—violent sex that borders on violation.

It was definitely fun and dizzyingly happy, but there was no reason for the unfamiliar and childish emotion called love to be mixed in between it.

I just vent my sexual desires and accept my desires.

In the end, it is the relationship between the female and the male.

Or the relationship between a master and a slave.

I don’t think she hates it.
No, it’s probably something I’ve been wishing for myself.

Just because it’s sex without love doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good.

Sticky, squishy, ​​violent sex full of destruction that treats the woman as nothing more than a tool for masturbation.

Ah… So ecstatic, dizzying moments of desire.

So, for me, the fresh and sweet feeling of love was very far away.

I couldn’t recall a time when I personally felt the emotion called love.

I know it with knowledge, but it’s a feeling that’s somewhat difficult when asked what it feels like.

Although I understood her feelings and sensations of pleasure very well, I couldn’t quite understand those young, beautiful emotions.
Like the story of a princess in a fairytale country…

Past life, current life… A feeling that wasn’t very close to me.

I never really wanted to know anything, so it was just an unfamiliar feeling.

That would have been the case,

I was thinking that the lips whispering love looked like my own mouth.

The sight of a man filling my field of vision could never have looked so lovely.

The first experience must have been in the evening, and the pain from the lower abdomen is painfully scratching down the stomach.

A heart of false love.

However, I could not tell the difference between the feelings of love that a newlywed woman must have felt and the feelings of love I had for the man I was currently seeing in the video.

Only the false first experience, as if I had ever been married, is engraved in my mind and remains forever.

Since it was an emotion I knew nothing about, I had no choice but to assume that the first emotion I felt was everything.

The twisted feelings of love settle in Ha-eun’s mind through electrical signals.

In order to prevent Ha-eun from suspecting all of these false situations, an intense visual image that causes intense fatigue to the brain is inserted every time the video is shown, one frame out of 142 frames per second, that is, once every 0.007 seconds. Do it.

A provocative image of bright red, white, or blue that strongly stimulates the entire screen.

Flashes of intense color that are continuously repeated and exposed disturb brain cells and induce fatigue.

However, for a very short period of time, an afterimage that is close to an instant… Usually without awareness.

The intense color stimulation that lasted for a time that humans could not perceive, say 0.007 seconds, was accumulating as much fatigue in the brain cells without being aware of it.

As a result, Ha-eun’s brain was falling into a state where she was more vulnerable to suggestion, making her less able to question her situation.

A really well-designed, vicious brainwashing device.

Rather than just leaving behind a simple afterimage of a flash of light, pictures of Ha-eun’s temporary owner, Mai-sung’s face are interspersed with it, creating an illusion of a place in the realm of the unconscious… The subject of false affection and love was imprinted with the aspects of Mai-seong.

Contamination of the unconscious.

Without her perception, her memories were distorted and overlaid with false feelings of love.

A short video of 30 minutes, and 5 peaks of love filled with affection.

For Ha-eun, the peak of love for her boss, which she felt for the first time in her life, was in no way different from the emotions or sensations that a newlywed woman actually experienced in the video.

The gentle heat of the improbable semen beyond her pussy somehow reminded her of her beloved, making her feel happy.

Originally, she was not supposed to have feelings.
Yeonjeong’s memories were distorted.

There is no need to continue the lingering feelings of a girl in love, and it’s the second video.

Again, a love story.

She is the sweet love of a fresh-faced lover who started dating less than three months ago.
For the first time in her life, she is forcibly indoctrinated with memories of her lover.

We are forced to feel love and become polluted with feelings of love.

Fourth, fifth…

A sweet couple’s night filled with love and affection.

Gradually, a fresh emotion called love begins to forcibly dwell in her heart.

And the malicious trap that follows.

When the fourth video begins, the malicious intent that manipulates other people’s emotions is stirred.

Deepfake using the latest AI technology.

Nothing else changes, but one thing.

Only the faces of the two lovers changing.

From a good-looking guy whose identity you don’t know, to Mai-sung’s face reminiscent of a neighborhood gangster.

From a girl with beautiful eyes in love to the lewd and vulgar face of Ha-eun.

It distorts the direction of love, love, and affection toward an unspecified other person.

A memory that clearly belongs to someone else forces the object of that love to be the only customer, Mai-seong.

Fifth video.

A man and a woman whispering their love in a bedroom of a love hotel.

Before I knew it, I had become the woman in the video, gently lowering the pants of the owner in the video.

A kiss full of love and affection.

Sixth video.

I began to harbor feelings of love for my master.

Seventh video.

With my real lips, I began to whisper love to my virtual master who does not exist.

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Sixty… And the eighth video.

I wish I could whisper sweet love to my master one hundred and thirty-eight times.

Bird kiss that gently confirms love, seventy-two times.♡

Forty-four times I was hugged, and my head was buried in my chest.

Thirty-seven times I pray that the fruit of my master’s love, the seed of a child, will be contained in my womb.♥

This sad feeling that heats up whenever I think of my master’s face is definitely love.

I truly loved, admired, and admired my master, Mai Castle.

I love you, master♡

However, it can truly be said that the evil intentions of this glass-filled laboratory are just beginning.

────── Day 5

The video, which had been whispering only beautiful and sweet love all day long, has now begun to transform into a vulgar and lewd video that only indulges in sex.

A sex video between a typical prostitute and a man who only paid a fee.

There is no way to find a lover’s affection or beautiful love,

It is filled with only the lust of the flesh, which is just naked bodies mixing together.

Rainfall─ Rainfall── The addictive sound of water seeping into your ears.

A provocative conversation between a man and a woman who whisper not love, but obscenity.

The fresh love stories of youth were nowhere to be seen, and only the yo-yo and detailed erotic skills of professional women filled the field with view.

This is also an intentional story.

Ha-eun, who could only be said to lack proper sexual experience, had no way of having proper sex, how to please a man, or the skills to provide sexual service.

My first experience was a gang rape surrounded by 20 men.

From then on, I just kept being toyed with by my master.

In reality, it could be said that there is no normal or proper sexual experience.

Repetition of unconventional sexual behavior.

If it is a body that is simply toyed with, or if it is a livestock that is merely mechanically bred, this can be seen as a pretty serious disqualification for a sex slave who has to serve the master.

Therefore, we learn through video textbooks.

The sudden change from just whispering sweet love between lovers and showing a video full of desire could be said to be a policy born from an extremely malicious idea.

In short, a corruption of the way we feel love.

A deliberate lack of awareness of affection.

The construction of a deficient spirit that can only confirm love and feel affection through sex.

For him, show him sex filled with love and feeling nothing but affection, make Ha-eun understand love, and now show him only lewd sex where love does not exist, to make her learn.

The smell of cheap motel cigarettes dominates the sense of smell.

The sweet whispers of love that continued between lovers are nowhere to be found.

However, once she realized it, the shock of love that was forcibly injected into her still remained in Ha-eun’s mind, and eventually, whenever she recalled this memory of false sex, the way to feel the feelings of love and affection became misunderstood.

In order to be loved by someone, the way to feel affection, the way to express love is to mix with one’s body, and there is no other way than that.

Although it is a phenomenon that is close to changing common sense, repeated suggestions, drug administration, and brainwashing injected into broken mental defenses make it impossible to suspect anything, no matter how absurd it is.

At least that common sense has now become as common sense to Ha-eun as ‘the apple falls to the ground.’

No time to take a break, second video.

A series of continuous vaginal shots from a certain AV actress.

I was gang-raped naked on the bed, surrounded by a dozen men with the faces of my master.

The experiences, sensations, and memories that the AV actress felt at that time are fed back in real time, raping Ha-eun’s emotions.

She feels that it is her love.
As the dick is forcefully inserted into her vagina and the sperm flows into her womb, I feel the emotions of a lover who received her wedding ring as a gift.

The only way to express love is through sex.

The conversation of a lover whispering love is replaced by a violent story that is thrust into her throat without a moment of breathing.

The stickiness of sperm stuck in my throat reminds me of the sweet happiness of a newlywed family.

We are made to think of the act of serving our master as a happy expression of affection more than anything else.

Third video, fourth video…

Common sense is becoming polluted.

Memories are distorted, and ethics are twisted.

────── Day 6

The mind is already close to its limit.

The brain, which had been overworked non-stop for almost a week, close to 168 hours, was already not functioning properly.

Constant estrus, constant awakening, constant brainwashing.

Her ego is softer and more vulnerable than ever.

And as if to push Ha-eun’s ego, the way of suggestion engraved on her body was full of more malicious colors.

White noise.

Interfering with her subconscious, discontinuous noises that seem audible but not perceptible seep into Ha-eun’s ears at any time, leaving several hints.

A noise similar to a crackle that should be heard but is not.

In between the noise, a rapid fire of unrecognized suggestions rips through her unconsciousness.

False emotions and memories that leave deeper scars.

Moreover, the emotions and memories injected into Ha-eun’s mind became more decadent and vulgar.

The videos so far are just ordinary, common forms of sex… If you say it was.

The images that are playing in Ha-eun’s mind from now on are even more crazy and sadistic.

A video of an AV actress with Ha-eun’s face being composited naked into a men’s restroom on the street and being gang-raped by about ten men.

They are really treated like toilets…, Filmed licking a urinal and drinking someone else’s urine.

Like a dog, it becomes four-legged and urinates or spits out saliva.

Gangbang… Gangbang… And gang rape.

It was a scene of extremely unconventional sexual behavior, but now and Ha-eun… I felt her affection and love through this crazy act.

This too was considered common sense and was ignored.

For some reason, Ha-eun’s memory considers this act shameful, but she misperceives it as her common sense.

Second video.

Video of being gang-raped by 1,200 men all day long.

In one hour and 20 minutes, she experienced 2,438 climaxes.

It’s dizzying.

I feel like my mouth is full of the smell of semen.

The feelings of crazy sex are engraved in the brain cells.

Outdoor exposure, BDSM, pet play, gangbang, enema, fisting, etc.

A feast of all kinds of abnormal sexual desires.

It’s not me, but the image of herself that is engraved in her memory is clear.

Walls that should not have been carved arbitrarily, emotions that were not understood and unknown are forcibly awakened.

It is natural, but all experiences that occur in the world are not simply composed of sexual and perverted things.

Then the world would be full of only sex and abnormal sexual desires.

We go to work, socialize, eat, and enjoy leisure.

Sexual activity occurs only a small portion of the time.

It’s not something that doesn’t exist, but it’s not something that can be buried solely because of that.

A life filled with sex all the time… What is it?

Even though he is an AV actor who is commonly called the factory manager and makes close to 80 adult videos a year, there is no way he is having sex 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

There will be daily life, society, and other lives.

No matter what, there is break time, and they probably recognize that what is happening to their bodies right now is something out of the ordinary that happens during filming.

Literally, a special case.

The things that happen in the AV scene are not normal in any way and are just a fragmentary anecdote.

However, for Ha-eun, who is trapped in this narrow glass space and is mistaken for other people’s memories as her own… The events that are playing in all these videos are the same as her life.

It’s a false memory, but from the point of view of not being able to tell the difference, this memory is not much different from Ha-eun’s.

The emotions and sensations are the same.

Therefore, everything that happens in the video has now become common sense to Ha-eun.

The emotions they felt in the video each time that happened were truly the same emotions Ha-eun must feel in her daily life.

It’s somewhat embarrassing for me to wander around the streets naked, but it’s natural.

It is common sense to do a naked dogeza when greeting someone.

Walking on two legs is strange, crawling on four legs is correct.

Even elementary school students know that urinating has to be done with one leg raised.

Etc, etc…

And, even in this situation where you are treated like an object, treated harshly without human rights, like Onahole… Ha-eun feels her love, one-sided obedience, and blind affection for her master.

A masochistic sow who is happy and happy no matter what happens to her, a living toilet.

Common sense has been destroyed, and the scale of happiness is permanently broken.

No matter how harsh the treatment, you will feel that you are loved.

Ha-eun now feels happier than anything else about working in this absurd, unreasonable, and terrible glass space.

Now, for Ha-eun, the week spent at the ‘Common Sense Change Research Institute Affiliated Practice Center – Toilet Etiquette Injection Center’ was a happier and more fantastic moment than any other time in the world for Ha-eun.

It was made to think like that.

Never, ever… Decision-nose,

An unforgettable, unforgettable week.

Whether it fades or not.

It was an unforgettable experience.

, But… The last day is still waiting.

For her, in her hazy state, it was something so distant, so distant… I had completely forgotten.

Is there still Haruna♥ left?

Yes, there is one day left.

Whether faded or not faded

The morning of the 7th day has begun.

It has to be that way.

Not being able to sleep for the past 6 days, severe brainwashing, forced viewing of videos, endless drug injections, repeated orgasms, and non-stop, unconscious suggestions.

I had no sense of date, and even if I did, I didn’t have the intelligence left to understand what it meant.

Ha-eun can be loved this much
Sincerely
I’m happy ♥

Really, Happiness, haedap, nida♥♥