I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 39

Chapter 39 – Unhealthy Esthetic_Bed a Straight Line to the Ending?!

Unhealthy esthetic_ Straight line until the bed ending?!

…Fade out.

A silent sea of ​​stars, where no sound can be heard.

Far away

The whole world is hazy like night fog, dewy fog.

The night sky with a crescent moon flowing in a mess like a wave, it is crumpled like a cradle.

It has a sweet grassy scent and a charming scent of purple flowers.

The bedspread wrapped around me, me floating around losing gravity.

It’s warm, cozy, and comfortable.

I feel like I’m back in my mother’s womb.

A sweet cradle that I don’t want to leave. Like a dream, sweetly drunk and floating like a dream. Swim

Cool.

Water droplets dripping clear.

It’s sticky like honey candy and overflows from the stomach.

It’s not an ambiguous impression like a dream, but a clear touch..

You wake up to the feeling of cold sliding over your stomach.

Waking sleep,

Waking up from a cozy slumber

Sweet drops of water falling down the boat,

My hazy head that had just woken up, I still feel the cold sensation flowing over my stomach in a daze.

Is it morning already?

My body feels damp, and the thought of having to do laundry today gives me a headache.

For some reason, my body feels heavier today.

A half-asleep head. It’s like I’m still in a dream.

A body that doesn’t listen to words as if it’s limp. More languid than usual

I want to fall asleep one more time like this.

I just want to close my eyes and go into that cozy dream once more.

My eyes are still open, and I am still asleep.

Drops of water falling down the boat, drop by drop, drop by drop slip.

The soft, smooth mucilage and cool flowing feel are pleasant.

No matter how wet it was, I could feel the tenacity even from the top of my stomach.

I’m already afraid to open my eyes.

The expected horror of the bed, the thought of having to clean it already makes me far away.

Even so, it won’t change anything if I close my eyes like this…

I think with my head spinning more slowly than usual.

Have you been a bit tired lately…

The strange feeling of not wanting to wake up. Sleeping.

The temptation to just go back to sleep with my eyes closed is strong.

But now I wake up to wash the blanket, which has become a daily routine.

I opened my eyes to roll up the bedspread.

What I encountered was a huge black circle.

Inorganic black glass plate.

That big round shape was staring at me.

Uh?

What else could this be?

As I raised my gaze a little higher, I saw something else.

Beautiful woman’s face.

There was someone like a celebrity.

“Oh? You finally woke up. It must have been a medicinal effect to the point of losing consciousness for a while, but I was surprised that I fell stronger than I thought—”

There was a strong impression that I had heard lately, the sound of losing strength that was slowly being dragged into the back.

What the hell is going on, I stare at it blankly, still drunk.

Maybe because of her mood, because she’s drowsy, her arms can’t go up.

A few minutes to make eye contact with her in front of her doubting her, little by little she wakes up from her sleep.

The last memory that comes to mind.

Dilated pupils. It opens like a flower bud.

A scent that was sweet enough to intoxicate. That spray.

I’m trying to get out of bed with a thought that came to my mind… It fails.

Why?

It’s not like I’m bound by anything just by looking at what I feel.

But there was no power.

Consciousness is clear, but the body is still in a state of sleep, not even thinking about moving.

Cynthia-san is looking at me with a peaceful smile.

That look is somehow scary. It’s creepy

“Huh, good evening, Ha-eun, did you sleep well?”

Sudden greeting.

I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on.

I barely raise my head and look at my body. A body no different. It didn’t seem like it was tied to anything.

Even so, the body does not move.

What happened to you while you were sleeping?

I’m a bit scared.

The fear that one’s body may have been touched in various ways without knowing it.

Fear of the unknown.

The complexion is tired of fear of uncontrolled situations.

Perhaps reading my expression, Cynthia-san smiled and said,

Cynthia is mostly smiling, but that look makes her uneasy.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t done anything ‘yet’. Just experiment in a slightly more stable environment… No, very little to proceed with aesthetics… I only used very little medication.”

A white syringe that quietly shows as if it’s not a big deal.

A drop of the medicine inside was dripping between the sharp, shining needles.

Instead of reassurance, it makes you even more anxious.

“It really doesn’t matter. Succinylcholine. Hmm… So a very small dose of a neuromuscular blocker intravenously… Is it just a very small dose? If this amount… How difficult is it to move for 30 to 40 minutes?”

Something ominous, professional content, I don’t know, but rather it looked dangerous.

Nerves, blockers. It was not a reassuring word to hear.

I tried to move my body from the moment I opened my eyes to see if there was any actual medicinal effect, but my body wouldn’t listen.

I feel like I can’t understand even if I send a signal.

It felt like my body wasn’t mine.

“It’s okay not to worry. Since our store is for the sweet pleasure of our customers, we do not treat our customers arbitrarily while they are sleeping.”

Words that seem reassuring, but not reassuring.

“Okay, let’s start now!”

She comes close to her,

Of course, there was no way she could resist, and it just went as she intended.

The pink slit nightgown had changed before I knew it, as if I had changed clothes in the meantime.

Rather than translucent clothes that show the inner flesh, underwear for erotic purposes.

The pure white skin that can be seen at a glance adds to the strange atmosphere.

As she moves, the silk gently tickles her skin.

“Hello~! My name is Cynthia, the standard manager of LOVE Tek, a wholesome esthetic salon. Pampa bam~”

The sound effect of speaking with your own mouth.

She repeats her self-introduction, which she has already done once.

A sudden greeting that doesn’t fit the situation to be called a word directed at me.

Let’s look around with an unknown sense of incongruity. The black, transparent lens in her hand. I saw a camcorder that could be held in one hand.

“Cammy… La?”

“Yes, it is a camera. This is a special product specially prepared for Ha-eun’s order to film everything that happened at the store and upload it on the Internet.”

I came up with the command of SEPal, to record, and to post a video myself.

Face exposed.

It becomes a speculation.

“Ah! You can rest assured. A special present for Haeun~, a model of peace of mind and trust! We prepared Korea filter 80, KF 80 for short. Well, I don’t know if you can recognize Haeun even under the mask, but I think it can’t be helped~”

She reflects my face in her hand mirror.

There was a white mask covering about half of her face.

If that’s the case, you might not even notice.

I was a little relieved.

Still, the uneasiness remained.

It was fine when she was unaware, but when she became conscious of the mask, it felt a little difficult to breathe.

“The video I’m going to show you today is a video in which our new customer, ‘Ha-eun’, gets lost in various pleasure pickles with ingredients. It is said that our customer requested to shoot a video himself. I hope you all enjoy watching it. If you are interested in our store after watching this video, please feel free to contact us♡”

A sudden sentence, I’m just worried about what will happen in the future.

Cynthia was strangely eager to promote the store.

A camera that comes close

My eyes shine through the lens.

It was my first time being filmed by someone else, so I was ashamed.

Light redness.

My body is paralyzed and I can’t even cover it at will.

Cynthia pulled a small piece of plastic from her hand.

A small white barrel.

That wouldn’t be a changeable thing either.

“In this bottle, it is said to be an extract derived from white ash maitake mushroom, which is often cultivated by forest keeper witches.”

“As a basic function, it has a psychoactive function and a function that relaxes the motor nervous system, so it is said to be good for muscle pain, fatigue recovery, and depression. And when ingredients of Maitake mushroom at a certain concentration enter the respiratory tract, it has a characteristic of inducing a kind of sleep state. It creates what so-called shamans call a trance state.”

“The person in this trance state is conscious, but the unconscious state is strongly expressed, and as a result, the body sensations are highly concentrated in that state. It is very sensitive to stimuli. Maybe even a very light stimulation can make you feel great?”

“And, when you fall into a trance state, the hidden unconscious state is revealed on the surface, so the memory of the stimulation that occurred at that time remains for a very, very long time. In that case, even after the trance state is released, if the same stimulation is given, the memory of that time will reflow again, and the pervert lady who climaxes with even the slightest stimulation will be completed♡. Aren’t you looking forward to it?”

A long and lengthy explanation, a tone that seemed to be for the audience watching me rather than toward me.

Sure enough, it was a mediocre thing.

In the lengthy explanation, not a single detail seemed ominous.

The fear, worry, and anxiety that arise from knowing…

… And there was also the excitement of what was about to happen.

Little by little, the lower belly became moist, which was always uncontrollable.

It is often said that the body is honest, but this seemed too honest.

I guess I haven’t noticed yet.

Her and her eyes meet.

An eye smile and a little wink.

Got caught

A more reddened face.

Her expression of understanding stimulates even more shame.

And she dripped the dangerous liquid onto my mask.

Knock…

Knock…

The liquid that gets wet drop by drop on the mask permeates leaving a stain.

Pour out all the contents of the vial.

It became like a mask getting wet and clothes that were completely soaked in water.

The scent of peppermint spreads quickly.

A mask that blocks harmful substances from the outside air becomes a prison and locks me in from sinister drugs.

I tried to hold my breath, but it was meaningless for at most two minutes.

Mint flavor literally fills the mouth.

It spreads all over my nose with no way to escape.

I can’t resist, I’m drawn to the scent.

A different attraction from the sweet scent of flowers.

It becomes hazy. Consciousness that fades away.

I am conscious, but I have a strange feeling of losing consciousness.

I wonder if this is a trance state…

A floating feeling.

I am aware that this state is a trance state, but I could not resist.

Eyes open, sounds heard, looking forward but not perceived. Doesn’t touch

Somewhere stupid.

Daydream.

Contrary to my hazy mind, my bodily senses were more active than usual.

Excessive sensation.

The sound of her brushing collar and the tickle of the softly brushing silk fabric were nothing compared to before.

Just the touch of the feathers makes it lightly heated.

Daze, accept the feeling without any filter.

Ah.

I thought this was really dangerous.

Pleasure is directly embedded in it without any strainer.

Obsessed with bodily pleasures.

Awake consciousness in a corner of the head appeals to the danger, but the body accepts the stimulus as it is without any reaction.

Light climax.

It is reached just by rubbing the hem.

It’s over

A cold feeling dripping down your stomach.

The feeling of a sticky liquid flowing over the belly that I felt in a dream a while ago.

The thick liquid that stretches like candy, and the tangled mess occupies the stomach.

Just the feeling of the mucous sliding on the skin, the stimulation was amplified and wrapped around the skin. The sensation of falling drops is imprinted in my brain. I just know that there is pleasure to that weak sense of pressure.

“The medicine I am spilling right now is just a commercially available massage gel. How much to treat the body a little? There are no special features or anything like that. However, even a little bit of that is very fatal to her now.”

She laughs and laughs.

Her voice seemed to be coming from far, far away.

I can hear the sound, but I can’t recognize what word it is.

Just the sound itself gets stuck in my brain.

A simple list of sounds whose meaning does not make sense

In a way, it can be said to be a light form of suggestion.

It’s just that the sound won’t be forgotten, and it will be recorded in your brain.

Seen but not seen, heard but not heard,

In a defenseless state, they accept unprocessed information as it is into their unconscious.

Like a child looking at the world for the first time,

Any stimulus is deeply engraved.

The massage gel that gently floats on your stomach, warms up your sensitive skin.

Climax once more.

Stronger this time.

The stimuli of pleasure, the experience of the climax are hit directly into the brain.

Can I come back alive?

I thought this was really dangerous.

However, there is already no resistance whatsoever.

He could only hope for her mercy.

Nipples that bounce lightly.

Strong climax.

It is imprinted in the brain.

Shudder and convulse

As if my appearance was funny, Cynthia smiled happily.

Bright laughter.