Chapter 270 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd Basement Floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute Attached Practice Area – Toilet Etiquette Injection Station. (9)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd basement floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-affiliated practice area – Toilet etiquette injection station. (9)
A unique style of goggle that is integrated with the earphones, which were extremely intertwined and invaded until they reached the spinal cord of the brain, the center of the brain.
Over the past five and a half days, the terrible object that had been steadily eating away at Ha-eun’s mind, heart, memories, and values fell from her head with a light and cheerful sound.
A very simple and insignificant ending compared to its viciousness.
At the time, I felt a sense of relief at the sight of the wedge being so easily removed.
Likewise, the transparent glass partition that had been tormenting Ha-eun’s body and mind for seven days opened naturally, as if she had woken up from a dream.
A space of glass that disappears without a trace, as if nothing was there from the beginning.
The glass, which remained transparent without a speck of dust as if paranoid, made it difficult to feel the difference even at the moment its appearance disappeared, making it possible to mistake the reality even now that it is exposed to the open space.
As if I had never been captivated by this space made of glass from the beginning.
As if everything was just a momentary daydream.
A malicious suggestion that pretends that something that actually happened did not happen.
From beginning to end, you can get a glimpse of the meticulously crafted malice that causes even the slightest sense of discomfort in a person’s psychology to drag on with suspicion that will influence their entire lives.
What if, in fact, I was not locked up from the beginning, but was mistaken in thinking that I was just locked up?
What if the identity of the water vapor that dominates the sense of smell in a closed space is something that the person was simply led to believe?
The story of how a patient suffering from an incurable disease that was thought to never be cured was finally able to recover to health thanks to a life-changing elixir obtained through miraculous penance.
However, at the last moment of the story, if you find out that the medicine you thought was an elixir of life-saving medicine looks exactly like the cheap cold medicine you could get at a local convenience store… How about it?
Truly, truly, that elixir has nothing to do with cheap cold medicine.
A cheap cold medicine is a cheap cold medicine, and the elixir that he was able to obtain after much hardship was a true elixir that lived up to its name.
The elixir that the immortal alchemist was able to create once in his life by burning everything was truly right.
What if the person who benefited from the medicine believed that the elixir was in fact no different from a cheap cold medicine?
It didn’t actually happen, but the person felt it was a placebo.
Doubts and suspicions never end.
The reality may be different, but at least he felt that his incurable disease was no longer a tragic incurable disease, but just a common hardship.
An incurable disease that leads to death can suddenly become a trivial illness.
This is no different from that, a vicious psychological device.
A trap full of evil.
It may be nothing more than a device to engrave the slightest doubt into her mind, but this slight suspicion will slowly eat away at Ha-eun’s mind and heart.
Last seven days… Was what happened to you really that bad?
Are all the experiences engraved on me, the memories and emotions that were crammed into me, really maliciously injected by someone else?
I am… Is it really true that they were imprisoned in this glass space?
The reason I have become such a pervert is really… Was this terrible procedure to blame?
Of course, both in terms of common sense and reality, it would not be easy to deny that it left an indelible scar on my body and mind.
It’s been 7 days since I thought this was a trivial dream… What happened over the past seven days was extremely vivid.
However, no matter how big and strong a dam is, collapse can begin from the slightest opening.
This very small and trivial suspicion too.
It will slowly break Ha-eun’s mind and heart.
Memories and experiences maliciously injected by someone eventually turn into emotions and values that are actually just inherent in oneself from the beginning.
Common sense that has been suppressed and twisted by others will eventually lead me to recognize and accept that it was just the result I had hoped for.
A malicious design that ensnares you and prevents you from escaping until the last moment.
The slightest doubt, which makes awareness almost impossible, will eventually become an irreparable defect.
In this way, the treatment that distorted other people’s minds and values has reached its end, leaving no room for further effort.
From then on, Ha-eun could only find value in her life through service to her master.
It was created so that one could only feel the happiness of pure love through the pleasure of physical sexual love.
All value judgments and moral and ethical standards are made to depend on the master.
It has now become common sense.
The result of what happened in just 7 days.
The metal called the mind and the center of the living body called the human brain are thoroughly hammered and unscrewed, broken, bent and twisted, ultimately destroying it.
Such a result.
There is no way we can move on with just the word 7 days.
Now Ha-eun doesn’t feel anything strange about walking down the street naked, even though she feels an unconscious shame.
It was common knowledge for her that she crawled on all fours, but walking on two legs became strange to her. The only ones who can stand on their own two feet are to serve their master… Only when ordered by the master.
Even that made me shudder with an uncomfortable feeling, as if bugs were crawling on my skin.
It is very natural to lie down on the ground and lick the food.
When her head is stroked, she climaxes, and the slightest compliment makes her horny.
Obedient, blind, loyal pet livestock.
The appearance of spare livestock that only looked fine on the outside was there.
The result of excessive fatigue and vicious teaching assistants.
Ha-eun, who had failed to hide her appearance from the second day of treatment, was clearly revealing the genetic variation in appearance unique to shapeshifters.
Small fluttering wings, sprouting devil’s horns, and a devil’s tail constantly shaking.
For some reason, the glossy black tail that can’t stay still at all does not bring to mind the appearance of a cold and arrogant devil, but rather of a dog that obeys well.
Ha-eun runs under her master, not feeling anything strange about running on all fours.
I wonder if it has really become a pet, and the sight of its tail fluttering around is so cute.
I was faced with the owner who visited the lab just in time for the procedure to end.
Without anyone saying anything, I lie flat on the spot with a natural movement.
Politeness that comes from the heart.
As if it were natural common sense, as if it was a natural act, he knelt down at his feet without any hesitation and continued to do the vulgar naked dogeza.
A natural greeting instilled in livestock.
Relying on processed memories that are no different from one’s own memories, the livestock in the memories continue to do what is natural for their master.
Black glossy shoe soles.
The residue of wax touches sincere lips on black leather shoes finished with a sleek shine.
A kiss of respect and obedience.
A fundamental and fundamental sign of submission that connects the lips at the highest level, which deserve the most respect, to the insteps at the lowest level.
Even though no one told me to, I naturally had no choice but to take action the moment I saw my master’s face.
A naked woman kisses her man’s shoe in exchange for her greeting.
It was an extremely strange sight, but for Ha-eun, it could be said to be an extremely natural thing.
For some reason, I don’t understand the shame that irritates my lower back.
Just a greeting.
Is there anyone who feels shame while saying an ordinary greeting?
Nevertheless, she felt a secret sense of shame along with the astringent taste of wax on her lips.
She did not understand at all why she felt such humiliation and shame.
However, she just continues to do what needs to be done.
After carefully kissing the back of her shoe, move further down… I use my tongue to wipe the soles of my shoes as if I were cleaning with a rag or towel… It was coming down.
Why?
It’s only natural, but her face gets hot because of her shame.
A sense of immorality, as if you are doing something you shouldn’t do.
In addition to her ecstatic happiness at serving her master, her lower abdomen becomes sticky and wet.
The owner smiles happily as if he sees something funny in me.
I couldn’t guess the reason at all, but the fact that my master was happy was enough for me to feel ecstatic.
A warm sense of satisfaction envelops the entire body, urging a strange climax.
It’s just common sense, and I reach orgasm while wiping my master’s shoe sole with my tongue.
The dirty liquid from my body flowing down left a murky puddle on the pure white floor.
“Wow, I was expecting it, but people can change this much.
“I learned something good.”
“… ?”
The owner does not hide his joyful expression, as if he is truly cheerful.
I could tell that it was from ridicule towards myself, but… That’s why I’m actually glad.
As long as the owner is happy, other things are okay, and livestock, which have been imprinted with common sense that everything should come first to the owner, are just happy and happy.
This is the most miserable situation. No emotions other than happiness are allowed.
A body that repeatedly goes into heat to the sound of its owner’s joyous laughter.
Drop─Tap─
The dripping lewd saliva clearly shows Ha-eun’s emotions without any filtering.
“Shall we test how far we can go?
Now, Ha-eun—Hands!”
The owner extends his hand as he usually does to his puppy.
The body reacts naturally to an act that is quite insulting to be considered a prank on another person.
It’s a natural thing that doesn’t require you to feel any strangeness or humiliation.
At least Ha-eun accepted it that way.
As if it were natural, he placed his front paw on his outstretched hand.
Truly pet-like behavior.
There is no reason to feel shame and humiliation in that act.
It’s extremely common sense.
But why? I don’t understand why my cheeks are turning red.
However, the feeling of joy dominates my mind at the fact that I can keep my master’s orders.
You never realize why your cheeks are flushed, you never realize the feeling of shame that builds up in secret, and there is no room for doubt.
I just think it’s because of my mood.
Even such small feelings disappear like melting snow as the master continues to praise him.
“Yeah, yeah, he’s nice.”
The owner’s warm hand stroking my forehead.
A hand movement that is not directed towards an equal person, but is strictly treated as a pet.
Of course, it is normal to feel insulted.
However, common sense that is not normal only gives dizzying pleasure to that humiliating act.
Learned pleasure, instilled memories of climax.
A reflexive orgasm is connected to the touch and sound of the master stroking the forehead.
Scattered urine.
The release of excessively secreted pleasure substances and hormones forces the body to relax and causes the waist to tremble.
The feeling of happiness that fills your brain makes you reject other thoughts.
It makes you think that this is extremely natural and common sense.
It encourages one to crave the master’s affection more.
Yes, I was rubbing my head against my master’s thigh without realizing it.
Just like a pet instinctively shows affection and fawns towards its owner.
I didn’t even realize that it was something strange… He was acting cute as if he had become a pet.
“Get down.”, “Sit down.”, “. Come here.”, “Wait.”, “Roll over.”…
Instructions for a pet continued, and when? The memories engraved in my head reflexively move in line with the master’s commands.
A somewhat comical and insulting movement for a human to make.
However, I didn’t feel anything strange about that fact, just the faithfulness of following orders, and the sweet praise from the owner every time… It was like falling into an ecstatic happiness that was greater than ever before.
They try turning around on all fours, lifting their hind legs, or squatting down with their vagina fully exposed.
It’s really embarrassing… A humiliating appearance.
My skin gets hot from the unconscious shame, but I mistake that for dizzying happiness brought on by my master’s praise.
The thread has already become so twisted that you can’t even trace where it went wrong and where it started.
“Pussy.” The feeling reached its peak when I naturally placed the master’s hand on my pussy using my front paw at the command, which was truly vulgar to say.
Just by placing the master’s palm on my genitals, I think of the greatest happiness in the world and the fresh feelings of love.
Those eyes are like a girl in love.
It was a lewd scene that was 180 degrees different from reality, but Ha-eun’s expression can be said to be a fresh love story of a pure girl.
I just serve as if I were giving everything out of devoted love.
I have no experience, but I have enough memories.
Although technology could not have been created, techniques were deeply rooted.
Memories and emotions that are not mine, and memories and emotions that I am sure I have.
However, if the difference between the two can no longer be distinguished, then there is no need to be wary of what is mine and what is not mine.
Happy days with limbs amputated and repeated mating and childbirth in a corner of a pig hut.
In order to break a person’s heart, the experience of thorough torture, repeated injection of harsh drugs, and various magical rituals engraved on the spirit and body.
The ecstatic memory of becoming a cattle bidet and serving humans for the rest of my life.
Such memories could no longer be dismissed as other people’s memories and emotions.
The moment you can no longer discern the difference, it no longer belongs to a third party.
An axis that constitutes personality and self.
It became the foundation of memories and emotions, and was deeply rooted.
A fresh-faced female body that may have just left her virginity, but her every gesture has a hint of yo-yo sexiness.
The mature movements, which have begun to be mixed with naughtiness, seductively mix with the master’s body, continuing the devoted caress.
A truly servile, truly obedient caress.
The attitude of service that comes from the heart is to focus only on the master in one’s eyes, without considering one’s own appearance.
As if that was enough, as if it was worth all of his life.
He politely unbuckles his pants with his lips and pulls them down using only his tongue and lips, as if he is used to it.
Thoroughly trained and learned after-hours service.
Just by thinking about dedicating myself to my master, my heated body couldn’t calm down.
Just like pets, livestock behave like livestock.
Dedicated service without simply expecting an answer or considering what is given.
Between the toes, filthy with the smell of accumulated sweat… I serve faithfully with my tongue.
I feel affection and happiness from the act itself, and am satisfied.
For 7 days, I couldn’t sleep properly, so my mind was completely exhausted, and I was already pushed to my limit.
The instilled common sense places overwhelming priority on serving the master over the health of one’s mind.
My forehead is buzzing, my vision is turning yellow, and the pure white tiles without a single speck of dust are distorted with pitch black stains.
Although the drug containing the awakening ingredient still remained in the body, the effect was bound to be greatly halved in an open space, and Ha-eun’s mental state, which had suffered for seven days, was no longer normal enough to withstand the drug’s awakening effect, which had been halved. I guess this is it.
Even such an extreme mental state could not escape the engraved psychology of livestock.
A scene of miserable human rights violations, where even until the moment she stopped breathing, all she could do was worry about the safety of her owner.
In Ha-eun, who was constantly contaminated with cruel memories and fragments of emotion, her feelings for her master took precedence over anything else.
Therefore, psychology becomes even more distorted.
When the mind and body become distorted, it further gives foundation to the emotions and values that one feels now.
It leads me to distort my own values.
Lips facing the crooks full of sweat.
The taste, with even a hint of salt, stimulates a joy that cannot be replaced by anything else.
I become addicted.
Master’s harvest, Master’s warmth, Master’s sound, Master’s touch…
Now that it has become a reality, it is slowly being engraved in my mind.
I became even more absorbed and tried sucking my master’s toes.
The taste of unclean salt fills your mouth.
A thrilling feeling of ecstasy is engraved in my mind. I remember the happiness I couldn’t help but feel at this shallow and servile act.
Collection of the master’s scent that fills the sense with smell.
If I could even smell the hem of my master’s abandoned shirt from far away, I couldn’t stop masturbating.
I could now understand the act of burying the tip of my nose in my shirt and letting it fall out.
Purr ─ Purr ──
A somewhat pathetic sound for a person to make.
However, at the feeling of my master’s skin grazing my skin, I could not bear to make such an animal-like, shameful sound.
When I feel that warmth, I simply cannot bear this feeling.
Why?
It is indeed natural.
I want to do something for my master, and I am confident that I will be happy no matter what happens.
Even now, when I’m just expressing my affection with my whole body, I feel so happy.
If we go further than this, what will really happen?
I probably remembered it in my head, but I knew it in my emotions.
If that really happens, I’ll end up in a ridiculous situation… I was sure.
In that way, like a female cat in heat marking, she used her whole body to continue serving her master.
It was probably inevitable that there were livestock-like moans throughout.
With a lead wrapped around her necklace and drool dripping from her pussy.
Even by the moment I stepped out onto the street, I had become unable to question the idea of crawling on all fours down the street. No, it was impossible to question the fact itself any longer.
It’s just the shame that remains like a lingering scent, burning my skin red.
A dog’s tail twitching happily on its butt, and a bright black leather lead around its neck.
Perhaps as a last resort to not run afoul of the law, the nipple patch barely covers the nipple, and the bright red C-string barely covers the pussy flesh.
Just like a dog going for a walk, at a natural pace.
With the loud whispers of people around me in the background, I crawled all the way home.
The stimulation of my chest bouncing in a shallow way every time I step forward is quite irritating and makes me blush hotly.
No, the emotion that made my face turn red was actually a sign of desperate shame.
However, Ha-eun herself cannot understand the expression of shame, which she cannot recognize at all, and can only accept it as the pleasure of taking a walk with her master.
There are also photos taken that explicitly reveal the face.
Even in the dark sexual harassment of a passerby…
The memories that were densely instilled throughout the day were perfected so that nothing could be considered strange.
No matter how unfair treatment is, humiliating and miserable… Also, inhumane acts.
I just think it’s completely natural and common sense.
It makes you not think it’s strange.
It is deep-rooted common sense.
It is no wonder that people who are livestock are treated like livestock.
I just feel happy like a livestock.
So then, what is the reason for this burning sensation on the skin that does not subside?
Is a single, gently flowing snow drop merely a reflex mechanism of the body caused by excessive pleasure?
However, there could not have been a moment when Ha-eun herself felt strange about this feeling she was experiencing right now.
No one questions that the sun rises in the east.
No one would find it strange that the ball that was thrown up would fall back to the ground.
For Ha-eun, this was becoming the same thing.
Common sense.
It is entirely consistent with that.
Memories and emotions that are injected into a completely devastated mind as if through brainwashing.
It is not an ordinary and monotonous memory.
Memories and emotions that shine warmly like the sun and are strong enough to be violent.
A domestication process that causes a person to completely deny themselves.
What actually happened is repeated countless times as an indirect experience that is not much different from what was experienced directly.
Also, we were taught to regard the inevitable violations that occurred to livestock, which do not have human rights, as if they were our own memories, so they were directly implanted in our minds.
It’s better not to go crazy.
It is not surprising that your common sense is conflicted with something else.
So that it wouldn’t be strange for someone who came back from the dead to suddenly start believing in religion.
Ha-eun’s common sense was forcibly driven into shocking and even ruinous emotions.
It was so different from what ordinary people thought.
It could be said to be quite common sense.
Truly a change in common sense.
And
Very well-educated livestock, even at the moment they are slaughtered and abandoned.
You can’t regard unhappiness as unhappiness.
It’s just a story.
2nd week slave suitability screening.
Regardless of the magical measures, only Ha-eun herself was able to show off her completely contaminated mental state without any sense of shame.
In front of the faces of many judges.
At the master’s command, simply the word “Pee,” She raised her right hind leg and squirted urine like a dog, struggling with orgasm.
Indeed, it could be said that it was a look fit for a slave.
There was some questioning of Ha-eun’s transformation in just one week, but it was dismissed with a single word from Mai-seong, who could actually be said to be an extra-legal being.
It’s literally a formal procedure.
A signature agreeing to become a slave.
A typical sign using the front paw is completely unconventional for livestock and would be an extremely presumptuous act.
The sight of the red ink being applied to the vagina so naturally, the act was so natural that there was no question whatsoever.
It was a sight that truly made Ha-eun’s humanity questionable.
This leaves doubts whether the 3rd week of screening is really necessary… Sight.
It would just be a formal procedure.
All the judges present had no choice but to agree.
However, only Ha-eun did not understand and was in heat alone due to the master’s hand stroking her head.
