I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 273

Chapter 273 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 3_Love Tek Basement 5th Floor, International Succubus Happy Salon No. 147 Secret Branch. (1)

If_Happy Story 01: Week 3_Love Tek 5th basement floor, International Succubus Happy Salon No. 147 Secret Branch. (1)

It’s already been three weeks since that misfortune that became a turning point in my life.

The final screening process for me, Lee Ha-eun, to be officially reduced to the status of a slave.

The last, the last consideration of the nation, to feel awareness and reality about the status of slaves and make choices for oneself.

Once this final screening process is over, there will be absolutely no turning back.

The last days of the human Ha-eun, and the days when Ha-eun became a slave instead of being a Korean national.

If it’s serious, it’s serious, and if it’s supposed to be serious, it’s a decision that should be serious, but I no longer felt anything about the ending.

It wasn’t that I was afraid, dissatisfied, or secretly anticipating such an outcome, but I was truly, truly pure, and couldn’t have any special feelings about the fact that I was being reduced to slavery.

On the contrary, it makes me question whether I still maintain my human status.

I found it strange and did not understand the common sense that Ha-eun Lee still had the status of a person under the law and was being treated as such.

I couldn’t think of myself as being of equal status.

A story that is only limited to paper.

Yes, it is a desk administration that only remains on paper.

To think of Lee Ha-eun as an ordinary citizen rather than a slave, thinking only about a single unfinished document that had not yet been paid for, had already irreparably distorted and contaminated from the very roots of her mind.

Slaves who are protected by the minimum human rights.

Even that natural right has been twisted and distorted to the point where I can no longer associate it with myself, and I consider the owner’s insignificant and trivial entertainment to be more important than the value of my precious life.

Sincerity without a single lie.

My pride, personality, human rights, life, ego, joys and sorrows…

If you compare it to the tip of your master’s hair, it is infinitely light and useless.

I honestly thought to myself that it wasn’t even worth putting it among the scales.

Just as if you try to put wings back on a bird whose wings have been cut off, the bird will never be able to fly again.

Just as an iron plate that has been broken once can be beaten back again, it only becomes an iron plate that was bent twice, and cannot become the steel plate that was not broken in the first place.

Ha-eun no longer doubts that she is already a domestic animal.

Even if I could imitate a human if ordered to do so by my master, I would never be able to return to being a human again.

Even if they were locked up in that horrible and vicious laboratory for a week and tried to undo it over and over again through drugs, vicious brainwashing, repetitive suggestions and magical rituals.

There was no meaning to that act.

Animals that pretend to be normal can only be created, but they cannot return to being humans that are no longer livestock.

Once upon a time, it was possible for humans to become livestock.

There is no precedent for livestock becoming human.

Such nonsense that monkeys can fluently recite human language and create Shakespeare’s plays.

Just as Gu Gwan-jo listened to and imitated people’s words and imitated them, he could not be called a person. Just as Lee Ha-eun later imitated human language and actions, his mental structure could not be called a person.

In reality, people who were once defined as livestock.

Neither in international conventions nor in the laws of other countries, nor in the realm of common sense, there was no way to save people again.

A miracle as big as a dead person coming back to life.

Once branded, it is a permanent, irreversible reaction that cannot be reversed.

Of course, Lee Ha-eun’s social status was still only that of a temporary slave, and she had not become a domestic animal or a slave, so it could still be said that it was too early.

Her mental state, excluding her social status, was already indistinguishable from that of a domestic animal.

The deeply rooted psychological wedge was not something that could ever be recovered over time, and it polluted and transformed Ha-eun’s inner self, down to her essential parts.

If I can’t help but naturally accept that I am a domesticated animal without any doubts as common sense, then in fact, Ha-eun’s status is not much different from what is commonly referred to as a domesticated animal.

A lowly female pig that is just wearing a human mask.

A sow with just an ID card hanging around her neck like a decoration.

A pearl necklace on a pig’s neck.

That’s all.

Even the meaning of that ID card won’t take long for it to take full effect.

In the end, it can be said that it is a matter of time.

Guided by the pull of its owner, it crawls on all fours along the street in sync with the movement of the leather lead that tightens around its neck.

The cool air of asphalt forms on the front feet.

It is indeed common sense, but for some reason, my beautiful peach-colored skin turned as red as an apple due to the inexplicable shame that I could not accept.

A feeling of shame that is clearly visible to the eye.

However, I am just acting with common sense, so there is no way I should feel shame.

There is nothing to be ashamed of when people walk down the street like normal people.

In the same way, the person who cannot understand the cause of the shame misunderstands this burning sensation in the brain as being due to the walk with the master, not shame, and accepts it as just sexual excitement.

The intense shame that has lost its direction becomes just a branch of obedient affection, and misery tickles the vagina.

Lovely dog ​​ears, a dog leash, and a fluttering dog tail anal plug.

Since their formal status was not that of cattle or slaves, they could not roam the streets naked, so they wore only formal clothes.

A strange black C-string that barely covers my anus and my vagina hole.

A flimsy micro bikini that doesn’t even cover the small pink areolas properly, so the nipples peek out.

No, can this be called a bikini?

Let alone a cloth, a thin bundle of thread, doubtful whether it was even a single strand, was just wrapping around the chest, and unless you looked closely, you couldn’t even see if there was a thread nearby.

Clothes… It was nothing more than a bundle of thread that could hardly be called clothes, but even so, just by wearing something, I felt like I was breaking a taboo that livestock shouldn’t do.

Every moment, my skin felt warm with a sense of guilt and immorality.

The theory of mugwort at the well.

The gazes of people passing by sting.

It can be seen, no, it can only be seen.

Even if you think about it in terms of common sense, if a very sensual and beautiful woman was crawling on all fours, pulled by a leash, with her hideously sized breasts bouncing around with her nipples touching the ground, practically naked…

It is inevitable that gaze filled with various meanings will be focused.

They constantly whisper to me, sometimes with ridicule and contempt, as if to listen out loud or without thinking about it.

Some people laugh, some people despise others, and some people do not hide their voice of desire.

Focused gaze.

It seemed like everyone walking down the street was looking this way and talking about this side.

No, it’s not my mood.

Even though I knew that it was inevitable, another part of my livestock’s memory showed that I couldn’t understand why humans were so interested in common sense things.

However, Ha-eun’s self-consciousness remains unstained.

Even though I couldn’t think of this as a question, I was overcome with helpless shame, and every time a whisper passed by my ear, I flinched… It was about dropping the waist again and again.

Probably the sound that made my skin flush the most was.

It was not a superficial molestation, a blatant harassment, or a shady dirty joke with base desires, but an innocent question from a pure and innocent child.

“Mom, why is that sister taking off her clothes?” “Mom, why is that sister crawling like a baby?”

If it’s natural, it’s natural, and if it’s pure, it’s truly naive curiosity.

There is no malice, just an expression of curiosity about what one does not know.

And the natural behavior of a mother with a look of contempt, as if she was trying to hide her purity from something dirty and impure.

It made me feel shame and embarrassment that I couldn’t hide.

Even if you don’t understand or understand, the shame that hits your heart.

I’m embarrassed and my skin turns red.

However, we are not allowed to recognize the cause of why we feel ashamed.

I could only feel the shame as shame, and I was helplessly turning red as the shame raged on uncontrollably.

The neighborhood I lived in.

A market where I would occasionally buy meat or vegetables, and a store where I would simply order cold food.

A clothing store I occasionally passed by, and a neighbor I occasionally exchanged greetings with.

However, it is visible.

In the neighborhood, people who knew me and people who didn’t know me recognize this side of me.

Words spread, it becomes visible.

A temporary slave ID card, a clear piece of evidence that cannot be hidden, is clearly waved at the nape of the neck, and the ferocious breasts are fully exposed, with the nipples touching. The image of oneself walking on four legs with both breasts bouncing.

Ah… Everyone is watching.

I am known to everyone.

The shutter sound of a camera that occasionally rings my ears.

A mask to cover your face and a mask to cover your mouth.

I couldn’t find any ID to protect me or the darkness to hide me.

Isn’t this definitely going to be a hot topic on the Internet today?

Every time that happens, as if showing off my cute pet, I am guided by the owner’s hand… He shows off his obscene manner.

And, the question that suddenly rose up suddenly fades away, as if it is being forcibly suppressed, leaving behind only a burning heat, and the cause becomes unknown.

A look of shame that has surpassed the limit, an expression that cannot be covered by shame that cannot be endured.

There is nothing strange about livestock looking like livestock, but there was nothing to be ashamed of.

Like a silent scream, I couldn’t bear the shame.

Embarrassed, embarrassed, embarrassed…

I couldn’t hide my reddening face.

I don’t know the reason, I don’t know the cause.

It was just the emotional residue that made my skin feel hot.

The mischievousness of the master did not stop there.

──Midday.

With so many people’s eyes focused on.

Countless people whispering to me, a corner of a telephone pole between them. It was ordered to leave a territorial mark in the shadow of the backwater.

The right hind leg moves reflexively at the same time as the owner’s voice.

There is no need to wonder why.

Asking for a reason for the master’s orders is not a livestock that needs a reason.

As natural as breathing, as if it were common sense, one leg was raised in a superficial manner, and a parabola was drawn naturally.

As if he had needed to urinate from the beginning, a naked yellow parabola splendidly drew in the air and squeaked, embroidering people’s eyes.

The murmur becomes more noisy, and the camera shutter sound becomes more explicit.

I feel an intense and inescapable shame, but even more than that… The happiness of being able to follow my master’s orders fills me with warmth.

I am immersed in the irresistible feeling of ecstasy ♡

Traces of black shading.

The shade, which should have been full of yellowish liquid, was mixed with a slightly transparent and sticky liquid.

This behavior would not be strange at all for livestock, but it is natural.

Why?

The uncomfortable feeling of having done something I shouldn’t have done, and the prickling sense of shame, kept coming to mind when I looked at this black stain, and I was embarrassed.

The body turns red under the gaze of curiosity and contempt.

But the more I think about my master, the more sweet happiness I feel, more than shame.

In the meantime, it was wagging its tail like a dog in heat and chasing after the lead pulled by its owner.

A familiar alley, a familiar sight, an eerie scenery that you can’t forget.

In the middle of the day, the place we arrived at was the aesthetics_Love tek building.

The black C-string was steadily getting wet, emitting a slightly salty and female scent, and reflecting the apricot-colored and light pink mucous membrane semi-transparently.

Having an extremely vulgar body.

No matter where or how you look, it appears to be nothing but a pervert, and it naturally steps into the interior of the building on all fours, like a pet.

In a way, it is a behavior that is truly fitting for this illegal facility.

As if where I was going had been told from the beginning, I was guided to the elevator as soon as I entered the store.

The receptionist does not hide her contemptuous sneer as she sees me crawling awkwardly on all fours.

Her butt was lightly tapped in front of everyone, and she showed off her orgasm again in front of everyone.

The continued ridicule and people’s dirty looks are dizzying.

The shame that shakes her inside and the scene of personal insult further undermines and crushes Ha-eun’s remaining self-esteem.

My mind is dizzy with confusion, but my body is completely honest.

If you are seen by those eyes, you will inevitably be left with a dirty stain that you have no intention of hiding.

The transparent map that had been left as a marker all along the way to the elevator was shining embarrassingly under the bright lights.

A hideous and vulgar sign.

If Hansel and Gretel had done this instead of taking breadcrumbs, wouldn’t they have been able to return home safely?

Neither the birds nor the crows could have done anything to see this vulgar and obscene sign.

With red cheeks, I was able to get to the facility located on the 5th basement floor of the esthetics_Love tek, guided by the receptionist who occasionally harassed me.

International Succubus Happy Salon, 147th Secret Branch.

Although the ignorant Ha-eun had no reason to know about this facility, it was a secret, hidden branch of a transnational corporate-type organization that spans not only Korea, but the entire world.

A global organization that reaches out to all areas of beauty and entertainment, from beauty for women who dream of beauty to a dreamy and attractive nightlife culture that captures the hearts of men.

In the past, since the forced exchange into this world began, there have been conflicts between various races and cultures, the gate phenomenon that runs out of control, the clashes between different races that have taken refuge on Earth and those that have come to rule, I can’t even think of counting them. Casualties and damage naturally devastated people’s emotions,

In the midst of a history of unending turmoil and conflict, it created a need for an outlet for desperate emotions, like escape.

The result, reached to its extreme, is an unrestrained excess of entertainment culture that cannot be considered good.

In fact, every conceivable culture of hedonistic entertainment and prostitution was permitted, and there was no way that this legalized prostitution market of the future would not be influenced by the Yinma species, a race that could be said to be the most expert in that field.

There was no end to work, and in the midst of entertainment, pleasure, and prostitution, this licentious race was founded to secure their rights and power.

As vast as the Earth’s area, approximately 510.1 million km^2, the number of people knocking on the door of this promiscuity was diverse, and its scale and size expanded and swelled to an infinite extent.

In no time, we have formed a global organization that dominates all nightlife culture on Earth.

International, Succubus, Happy Salon.

In 2048 AD, the number of branches on Earth was approximately 6,000… And there are 578 branches.

Countless demons of various races from all over the world came together for one purpose, leading the nightlife culture and women’s beauty culture in every country and region of the world.


From entertainment bars, cabarets, and prostitution to beauty treatments using Yinma techniques and hospitality training, they have already entered every country, and through various methods and strategies, wherever they are, even the remote end of Antarctica. Even so, I was able to succeed in taking my place.

However, although it is said to be leading the entertainment culture, its limitations are clear as long as it is exposed to the sun in a legal form.

It is said that modern laws, far from being flexible in the face of various trials and situations, are so loose that they are so loose that they are reminiscent of a torn rubber band, and that most things can be handled legally.

There was no choice but to be clearly divided between what could be done, and what could not be done in Yangji.

A world where the law recognizes the existence of sex slaves, and even livestock deprived of their human rights exist.

Since it was a world where ethics and values ​​were broken to that level, it would have been really easy for them, who were also broken by desire and sexuality, to expand the business of Ummajong.

Even in a world where ethics are so low that international organizations acknowledge and publicize this horrendous unethical practice, in the end, there are bound to be many things that cannot be publicly announced.

Even if the law becomes more and more lax, almost non-existent, there is a line that cannot be done.

And, of course.

Naturally, people looking for evil deeds outside the bounds of the law will be attracted.

Naturally, there were branches that existed solely to satisfy these needs.

In the end, Eummaran is a race that has no choice but to affirm all pleasures.

They were not people with enough conscience to be bound by the constraints of the law.

Therefore, there is bound to be an entity somewhere to handle only tasks that cannot be revealed on the surface.

A place that specializes only in matters outside the scope of the law is a secret branch located secretly.

Among more than 6,000 branches around the world, there are very few.

Will there be at most 300 branches?

The secret branch of the International Succubus Happy Salon was located in the hidden underground facility of the aesthetic _Love tek.

If you think about it, it can be said that it is very fitting that it is a member of the underground facility of the aesthetic _Love tek, located in the middle of the area of ​​deviance.

When the mecca of decadence and entertainment, where ethically and morally dangerous events frequently occur, has shed its last layers.

What will it look like, and how far will it go beyond that line?

Those strange touches were coming over Ha-eun’s body.

Esthetics_Love Tek 5th basement floor, International Succubus Happy Salon, 147-Secret Branch

A space filled with breathtaking pink and pink breath happily welcomed new guests.

A wallpaper with strange colors that mix pink and red in a chaotic manner.

Intense red lighting reminiscent of a butcher shop.

The sweet scent of a sweet perfume that vibrates your head.

There was just a strange smell coming from the atmosphere, and it was violently asserting itself violently in the hallway as to what kind of work this place existed for.

Ttogak─ Ttogak─

The sound of high heels echoing through a hallway filled with obscenity.

Just the sharp sound of the heels of high heels alone makes it possible to guess that the owner of these steps is a woman.

A vague silhouette of a woman reflected across the hallway.

The black shadow gradually grows larger, indicating that it is coming closer.

Is he the owner of this place? Or is it a guide to take me further down the abyss?

Who comes to mind, someone who was truly unusual in this underground facility? Field.

The appearance of a heterogeneous monster full of tentacles that makes you feel terrible just by looking at it, or the one-sided encounter of a researcher whose face was not even shown from the beginning.

At least it was nice to see a human-like silhouette of a person, which was different from back then.

The sound of shoe heels approaching more cheerfully as if I had noticed this place from the other side as I was walking.

Under the intense red lighting, the black silhouette, which had not been seen in detail, gradually revealed its clarity.

Cherry-colored lips slowly appearing, the face of a woman.

A tall, beautiful woman with a slender waist and a gentle appearance.

I couldn’t help but be a little surprised by the appearance of a familiar beauty.

Indeed, was it the same for the other party?

Seeing myself like this, a high-pitched tone of surprise and joy rang out cheerfully, out of place in the dizzying hallway filled with strange perfume.