I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 271

Chapter 271 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Livestock Toilet, Training Completed♥

If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Livestock toilet, training completed♥

A home I could return to.

On the outside, it looks like nothing has changed except for the clothes on the body.

However, if you truly look inside, you can easily discover serious distortions that cannot be imagined from the neat appearance.

Just one week.

However, the various stigmas burned into Ha-eun’s mind throughout that week made it impossible to say that nothing had happened.

The fact that it can at least be said to be the mildest symptom is a malicious falsification of common sense.

The basic common sense within her was now in a different direction from the common sense possessed by normal people.

As a female, it is natural for me to serve humans.

It is strange for livestock to wear clothes even though they are not ordered to do so.

It is common knowledge that domestic animals crawl on all fours.

Greeting is done by lying down with your feet and forehead close to the ground.

Kissing the soles of your master’s feet is basic etiquette.

Collapse of ethics starting from the basic level.

Inevitably, dependence on others for self-identity, which must be centered around oneself.

A transformation of values ​​that makes the world not centered around Ha-eun herself, but only regards the master as everything and the master as the center.

Forced synchronization of someone else’s walls that clearly should not have been there.

Even though he was struggling, his insides had become a tangled mess that could never be undone.

But it didn’t stop there, and she said her hellish days in the glass pillar were already over.
My mental state, pushed to the limit, was still not allowed to rest.

The effects of the drug remaining in the body had disappeared in the evening, but the instilled common sense and values ​​had been modified so that one could not even take a moment’s rest without the master’s permission.

Maintenance of voluntary awakening due to a depressed mental state, not even forced awakening dependent on drugs.

The burning headache that felt like the world was going to be crushed and set on fire was being overcome by the fanatical devotion and service that was just engraved in me.

Human survival instinct must be prioritized above all else.

The hints in Ha-eun’s mind were so intense and strong that they made her ignore even those instincts.

7-day vigil, repeated values ​​and education.

In that state, his naked body was exposed in front of people on the street, and he was exposed to many people with the common sense of livestock.

The sexual service that follows.

It is undoubtedly one’s own memory, but a strangely unfamiliar body reaction.

However, my sense of naturally accepting those memories as if they were slowly assimilating into one.

You become more familiar with it.

Creaky joint movements, awkward body memories, sensations that are familiar but feel unfamiliar, unlike the memories engraved in the brain.

If the gears are subtly misaligned, the resulting dissonance is bound to occur naturally.

A feeling of inner discomfort that I was desperately struggling with.

The more an action is repeated, the more it sinks, like sinking into a quiet lake.

It is completely hidden under the bottom of the glass so that it can no longer be found.

You cannot recognize a feeling of discomfort as a feeling of discomfort, and you cannot accept awkwardness as awkwardness.

Just as a white child doesn’t know how to doubt.

We were forced not to notice the fact that something wrong was happening.

Since the problem is not recognized, the problem itself cannot be solved.

Errors that are skipped over without being resolved will become even more twisted and twisted, even if you barely succeed in noticing them in the distant future by a very, very coincidental opportunity.

By that time, the original and the errors made.

Because the difference between the two no longer exists.

Only problems that do not exist as problems remain.

Even as the eyes flutter, the result of learning that goes beyond instinct moves the body faithfully.

A mind that has already reached its limit will engrave this feeling into the underlying psychology in an even more vicious way.

The master’s real voice that is deeply instilled.

The smell of the vicious master’s cock shaking at the tip of my nose♥

Its shape, length, feel, and even warmth… A head full of information, dizzyingly and closely recorded between brain synapses. It is recorded.

The feel of the tips of the feet leading to the lips, the smell and taste.

It’s truly terrifying, and yet so lovely… ♡

I recorded it thoroughly in my heart so that I could never forget it.

The sensation of my master’s rough hands squeezing my breasts violently, the stimulation of a teasing slap on my chest, and the pleasure of milk being milked like a cow’s milk.

Use your whole body to serve your master.

There’s no way you don’t know which part of your body you should use and how you should move it to feel happier.

I use the oily sweat that naturally started to flow out of my body, use that smooth oil as lotion, and use my boastful breasts that have grown unnecessarily large as a bath towel to serve as if I were washing my body.

The pussy, which can no longer grow hair, is used like a good scrubber and caressed as it slides across the master’s lap.

From the bottom of the foot, to the top of the foot, to the back of the foot, to the knee, to the kneecap.

Place your lips together and spread your tongue as if stimulating it with the warm peach-scented love gel on your lips.

Every time that happens, it’s engraved on Ha-eun’s tongue and in her brain… The master’s warmth, harvesting, and incense.

It seeps deep into your nose and tongue, and dominates your mind.

A castle wall that is forced to bloom.

The master’s unique smell of salty sweat, the smell of cum that deeply numbs the sense of smell, and the fishy smell of semen that vibrates the head.

All those elements make me horny.

It makes you excited and forces you so that you can’t stand it.

So that you can’t help but feel that way, it is carved deep into the cracks of your broken psyche.

The subsequent service, the female’s desperate courtship caress.

The castle wall, which had become completely distorted and civilized, had degenerated into allowing men to enjoy sexual excitement just by flattering and coquettishly serving them.

Malicious brainwashing to perfect obedient livestock.

Someone else’s butt.

It is said that a precious kiss is being given to an unclean and dirty anus.

Why? This feeling of something being fulfilled.

Until now, I had thought that such things should not be considered pleasant, but I remembered that that was a wrong prejudice.

As if leaving evidence of one’s sins, filthiness, and impurity.

As if revealing one’s base behavior to the whole world.

Trace by trace, paint your lips with bright red lipstick with a sweet red tint.

In the master’s ass, in the anus…

Leave a mark on your lips as if you were serving or flattering.

A truly vulgar and lewd pervert act, both objectively and subjectively.

However, I am proud of it.

There was a time when I could only think of myself as happy.

I just suffer from the ecstatic pleasure that this dirty act brings.

Put your lips together more deeply.

So that I can no longer hide what kind of vulgar acts I am doing with my body, so that I have no choice but to be aware of it… It leaves traces of service on the master’s precious body.

Just with that… Just that alone makes me dizzy, I can’t stand this feeling of ecstasy.

In an unholy way, the space between the master’s knees is drenched with thick love juice.

A sweet kiss like a lover leading to the glans of the penis.

I was unable to feel any emotions other than sweet love and intense pleasure due to that shallow act.

As if we are falling in love, as if we are sharing lips between two lovers.

I parted my lips with my master’s cock, which had the strong smell of cheese, and the bulging glans, over and over again, countless times.

It starts with a light bird kiss towards Mr. Jagi, and as the emotions mature, a more explicit French kiss, and a sticky deep kiss.

There is no exchange of emotions between lips, and only one-sided service continues between lips and dick, which clearly shows the gap between them.

Gentle fellatio that feels like handling a precious treasure.

Mouth and pussy service just to make you feel good.

Iramachio uses her lips, tongue, teeth, gums, and even throat as her pussy to serve her cock.

Even the movements of saliva drops and breathing are used solely to make the master feel good.

And, for such dedicated and obedient service…

The mind had been corrected so that it could not help but feel the utmost pleasure and pleasure.

However, she is simply mistaken in thinking that she feels that way.

No, since she can’t tell the difference, this feeling is not an illusion and is no different from what Ha-eun actually feels.

I liked things like self-identity.

The pain that makes your forehead tingle has no value compared to the act of service to your master.

I continue to serve by using my body like a toy.

The elastic folds of the soft palate that are made to curve, the upper esophagus muscles that create appropriate pressure and stimulation, the salivary glands that always spit out lubricating gel at just the right temperature, and the airways that desperately tighten in inverse proportion to the rapid breathing. Muscles too.

Only males.

It exists to dedicate, offer, and present to the master.

Everything was there to excite, amuse, and please the Master.

Even if my personality is used as mere entertainment and is disposable.

If I could make my master happy even for just a moment, it was enough.

It was injected to ensure satisfaction above all else.

With that, I was able to truly feel the emotion of ecstasy.

After being violated and violated, the tip of which was penetrated until it reached the mucous membrane of the stomach, the water of the cock that felt its own satisfaction spewed out into my mouth and pussy.

A chunk of jelly in the form of a thick, white cloud.

The fishy smell of rotting squid corpses stuck in the sinuses.

The cloudy scent of chestnut flowers wafting from the male’s semen was a terrible smell that could not be described with empty words or with empty words.

When I think of it as harvesting the owner’s baby seed, it’s somehow lovely and lovely─♡ I feel affection.

All my hair is colored with my deep love for my master,

It just melts.

Like a young girl who falls in love for the first time with a passion that burns in an instant.

I become unable to think at all about anything other than love.

Rolling my tongue, ruminating over the pleasure of the moist chestnut flower spreading across my engraved vulva with my whole body, I became addicted to the mystery of this one-sided and devoted love.

The famous so-and-so said.

‘Love is like a car accident.’

That statement is truly not wrong.

It was sudden, intense, fatal, and destructive, like a car accident.

There was probably no way for me in the future to forget the accident that happened that day, and I had no confidence in escaping from it.

It was just a false love that was unilaterally forced, but for Ha-eun, the difference between fake and real was completely lost.

The love created can be considered true love for Ha-eun.

I want to feel this feeling even once more.

The feeling of not being able to give up, even if it means breaking down.

Cozy, soft, happy… It makes you forget everything else.

Truly ridiculous.

A fresh and fatal feeling of love that I have never properly experienced in my entire life.

A feeling that is sad and beautiful and must be cherished.

As the male’s cock uses the throat instead of a masturbation tool, the entire contents of the stomach are transformed into the male’s baby juice.

Truly─ Truly──

I was realizing it.

I could truly say that this feeling was unmistakable love.

A clear feeling.

That’s why I want to do anything for my master.

I want to serve more by dedicating my body.

I want to be used as a masturbation device by my master.

I hope that my mouth hole, butt hole, and pussy hole are all ruined by my master’s stake.

I thought I would be truly happy if that trace was engraved on my body and in my heart as a scar that I could never forget.

A lump of cloudy jelly regurgitating from the mouth or vagina.

The appearance was truly vulgar, yet also erotic, and it tickled the male’s heart.

The owner’s belongings are still hot and healthy.

Yes, my work isn’t done yet.

I forced my eyes, which had closed of their own accord, to raise them with an attitude of love and devotion.

I opened my eyes wide and pulled out the anal plug from the furry dog ​​tail hanging on my butt in one go.

I end up urinating from the sudden rush of anal pleasure, but it’s a very minor thing compared to making my master wait even for a moment.

I was taken aback by the violent movements and accepted the master’s ferocious cock through the gaping hole.

Take it── in, just the entrance.

Just by going in and out of the entrance, you get electrocuted as if the ceiling was pierced by electricity.

In fact, even without touching the mental part, the body is already no different from a meat toilet.

Just the pure pleasure of eating away at one’s body could drive one crazy.

A sensitive ass and pussy that can only be described as sensitive or sloppy.

In addition to the psychological state pushed to the limit, the stimulation of the anus that was immediately established was enough.

A hot stake drives me crazy.

The stimulation that pinches and heats the mucous membrane has already occurred several times just by raising the buttocks once… It made me suffer from orgasm.

A pleasure so intense that it feels like you’re about to die.

In the sudden torrent of pleasure, I forgot even this situation and was unable to do anything…

I was lifted by my master.

As if using an onahole, the buttocks are pierced.

The violent pleasure of being hit by violent words makes it impossible to come to your senses.

Climax, climax… Climaxing again.

Only the livestock values ​​engraved deep in my bones held onto my melting reason and made it possible to withstand fainting.

However, the climactic waves that I can’t seem to withstand are deeper in my bones… It was about putting the pleasure of this moment into my head.

Love juice squirted from her vagina like a squirt gun, and every time her breasts shook, breast milk overflowed like a cow in heat.

When everything about the dick sticking out of the ass and pussy is completely engraved in the brain.

Only then was the satisfied cock able to spit out baby seed.

White and cloudy vomiting in the stomach… Extremely sticky chunks of jelly.

I repeat intermittent orgasms in the heat, as if I could get burned.

I become a female who can only think of you.

No, it may have already happened.

The shape and size of the cock felt from the buttocks and pussy, everything is engraved.

I feel the ass and pussy being created in the shape of my master.

The fear of my body becoming something I don’t know turns into fanatical happiness when I realize that it all comes in the form of my master.

The butt hole and the mouth hole.

If you think that everything is painted in the master’s color… ♡

There is nothing happier than that, I have probably taken that for granted and take it for granted. It will be here.

A lot, you painted the inside of my stomach with your master’s color. As if I couldn’t be satisfied with just the butt and pussy, I started looking for the next hole.

Mouth hole, butt hole, and then pussy hole.

It’s not strange at all for a hole that was created solely to be used by the master to be used by the master.

To make it easier for my master to use me, I spread my legs wide open… We are getting ready to welcome our vicious Mr. Jaji.

Legs wide open in the shape of an M.

It is said that it has always been used for objects of sizes outside the standard, but the soft pink labia minora and vagina hole are really neat… He was showing off his shy, slightly blushing appearance.

A pure, pretty pink hole in direct proportion to its superficiality.

The small and delicate entrance, which could be compared to the beauty of an inexperienced virgin, was shyly waiting for the master’s arrival, like a bride on her first night.

Just inside.

The inside of the female who will be the owner is so vulgar and lewd that you can’t even imagine it from her pretty appearance.

As soon as she felt the pressure of the sticky rising sponge, her back bounced as if struck by lightning.

Shock as if struck by lightning.

Over the past week, the trigger, which had not been activated by indirect actions that only glimpsed other people’s memories, was connected to the stimulation of a heavy stick that was violently pushing in.

Imprinting.

The training of repetitive and vicious mental brainwashing, and the imprint that is so terrible that it is comparable to that, is twisted and twisted… Even in a mental world that has become so distorted that it is difficult to find the original, it shows off its function in a truly systematic and straight manner.

Memories of that day that are repeated and replayed without the slightest error.

A playback of the voice I had recited with my own mouth as if brainwashing.

The shocking and devastating pleasure of the first experience that pierces the hymen and is deeply engraved in a virgin with no experience.

The oath that constantly whispered through my mouth and in my head that I was nothing more than a toilet.

It dominates virtual hearing.

A declaration that normally could have been treated as just an auditory hallucination.

However, 7 days and half a day.

Vivid auditory hallucinations that are played over and over again in your mind as your reason and mental defenses are already crumbling… Once again, Ha-eun’s self-esteem is distorted and lowered.

One whisper penetrates my mind as if I had whispered it a thousand times.

The sow declared with her own mouth, the meat toilet declaration.

As if looking in a mirror, a hallucination of my vulgar self climaxing in a hazy way.

In line with the newly redefined and distorted values ​​and self-consciousness… More fundamentally, it is deeply rooted in consciousness.

A distant pleasure that feels like your brain cells are collapsing and being rewritten in real time.

There’s no way I can bear it.

Screams like a pig.

‘I am a lewd and vulgar pervert bitch who can never win against you.’

‘The meaning of one’s existence is nothing more than an inferior and convenient excretion hole through which the baby seed is vomited.’

‘I, Ha-eun’s life exists only for the male and the master.’

‘The breast pussy, the mouth pussy, the butt pussy, and the female pussy are all for the male and master.’

‘Everything about Ha-eun is your property. Me and Ha-eun are just livestock that are nothing more than an easy-to-use toilet.’

The emotions and memories that the livestock must have felt, as well as the reproduction of the time when imprinting was in progress, are constantly… He constantly whispers in her ear, polluting and shaking Ha-eun’s heart, both to its core and to its core.

All of that vicious cycle was only repeated, accompanied by overwhelming pleasure, every time the master’s sturdy stick penetrated Ha-eun’s delicate pussy hole.

A horse like a pig.

Similarly, the screams reminiscent of a slaughterhouse are heard until Ha-eun’s heart is completely broken, and even at the moment when a lump of cloudy jelly is poured into her abdomen.

Over and over again… It was tapping repeatedly without stopping.

The lower abdomen was swollen like a balloon about to burst.

How much content goes into that small pouch?

The semen that was vomited all night long was so dense that it reminded me of a pregnant woman… It seemed like he could make a female pregnant just by smell.

That’s… I think it’s in my stomach.

I feel pure affection and happiness.

The heat that felt like I was going to get burned made me think of the intense moments of love,

I felt loved by the merciless movements of my master who used my body like a disposable masturbation tool.

I even cherish the white, cloudy lump of jelly that stickily flows between my pussies, as if I were looking at my own child.

I was in a happy love that was extremely natural and left no room for doubt.

In this hot beating that beats on the uterus.

I couldn’t help but realize that I was truly a female who was loved.

Because I am a happy female livestock who are truly loved.

Whatever the master wants, he must accomplish it, and it is not strange no matter what he does.

Ending with the heat of semen vomited several times.

I opened my eyes on cloudy bedsheets where the smell of chestnut flowers paralyzed my sense of smell.

Without any hesitation, I put my pussy stamp on the paper that my master asked me to sign.

There was no need to read the contents of the paper I signed now.

The master said he needed to read the paper I had signed, so he calmly read it out.

Useless content and signature lines.

It was truly just a meaningless IOU.

Anyway, everything about me already exists for the sake of my master, so what is the meaning of numbers at best?

The newly added IOU worth 8.25 billion won is no different from cheap toilet paper compared to the owner’s hand stroking your head.

As if just stamping my pussy wasn’t enough, I use my front paw to clearly leave three characters under my name, Ha-eun.

With this, the loan amount under my name is approximately 24 billion won.

A debt that a normal person would not be able to easily repay in a lifetime, or even for generations, using common sense methods.

It was a contract concluded with an absurdity bordering on coercion, but now I couldn’t help but think it was a good thing.

They say that everything, from a single strand of my hair to the tips of my toes, exists solely for the sake of the master.

Now, there is no way you will feel any emotion from the number 24,000,000,000.

All they did was let out a roar like a livestock in joy at being praised by their master.