Chapter 52 – Unhealthy Esthetic_human Body Modification Technology [Basic] (1)
Unhealthy Aesthetic_Human Remodeling Procedure [Basic ] (1)
Intense climax, no strength in the lower back.
How many times has it already been today, I fall into a sense of exhaustion.
My tired body, the afterglow of pleasant pleasure, I wanted to lie there blankly.
Exhale as if you were driving your tired body.
A lingering aftertaste dwells in the body that could not even breathe properly due to the continued intense love affair.
The lungs reciprocate up and down, and the waist shakes at the shaking lungs. Even that movement alone gave me strength.
Exhausted body. There was a large mirror hanging from the ceiling, which I gazed at blankly.
I saw myself lying on my back, wrapped in a soft woman.
The sight of the three naked women disheveled was spectacular enough.
Cynthia-san politely supported me, who was lying on the ground in a daze, and led me to the bed.
As if she had become a princess in a fairy tale, she was gently brought to the bed.
The softly pressed bed and the warm smell of the newly changed bedspread welcome you. A satisfying cradle, it was so cozy that I wanted to fall asleep right here. On top of that, Cynthia-san gently caresses her.
It’s different from caress, just gentle skinship. I feel good. A touch that seems to heal.
Lean on your hands to enjoy yourself.
“Whoops, that was great. Inadvertently, we got involved too!”
He whispered softly into my ear, like a lover. A voice that seems to pass by gives a lingering aftertaste.
“Wow, this pussy bitch was a crazy bitch, she’s so lewd, but she’s still a virgin? If I had been a man, I would have made the triplets go away.”
A raucous voice, Muna-san’s face was visible from under the bed.
“If it were Luca-san, it might really be like that.”
“Right? Isn’t this bitch a normal pervert? On that subject, how is your body? It’s a pity, but if I were a boy, I could have harassed you more… “
“But Luka-san, can you do something better?”
“Ha ha, that’s why I came to this room now. Now, shall we go back to our business?”
“I am looking forward to it. As Haeun is a special course… Can you do whatever you want?”
Muna, who had been enlivening a disturbing conversation, began to rummage through Cynthia’s cart.
Step by step, things that were difficult to even guess what purpose they were used for were taken out of the cart.
I couldn’t figure out the purpose, but it didn’t seem unusual that something disturbing was created.
Muna-san, who took out her belongings one by one with a very satisfied expression, was like a teenager discovering an exciting toy.
She muttered to herself as she took out items one by one.
A list of technical terms that I can’t understand well, but disturbing words like ‘womb’ and ‘pickled medicine’ that are occasionally heard give off a disturbing atmosphere.
A lot of tools like this are stretched out on the carpet. Only then did Moona straighten her back as if she was satisfied, and those things that were unusual even at a glance, made me feel intimidated as if they were using them all on me.
How will it turn out, me.
Whether or not she knows my anxiety, Muna-san speaks cheerfully.
“I’ll make you a body more suited to a pervert ♪ Since Ha-eun is a pervert, it doesn’t matter what happens, right? Oh, of course it doesn’t matter if you don’t agree? As long as they agreed to the special course, no matter what happens, it’s the result Ha-eun wanted.”
Sure enough, it looked like they were going to be in a pretty dangerous situation.
“Huh, but it seems like this is the first time for Ha-eun, so I think it’s better to postpone things that are too severe if possible. How about just basic treatment today?”
“Is it? Sorry, then… Except this and this and this, um… I’m a little sorry, but I can’t help it, I’m sorry. Shall we do just that this time?”
With that said, Mr. Muna put the few tools she had taken out back into the cart.
Muna-san, who licked her lips, continued to look at the tools she had returned with a look of regret.
There were fewer tools compared to the beginning, and she couldn’t even predict what they would be used for, but she could tell that something was about to happen.
If they were used, what would I have become?
It was reassuring, but on the other hand, I thought it was regrettable.
Ms. Muna, who was looking at me like that, smiled and smiled as if she had read my expression.
“Are you sorry? It’s a real incorrigible pervert, but don’t be too sorry, I’ll make it even more amazing next time. And the things you do today won’t be bad either? You can look forward to it.”
“I’ll make you lewd.”
There was a small whisper, a demonic power that attracted something.
It’s creepy.
Muna picks up one of the items on the floor.
Ivory, latex gloves. It was a rubber glove with a professional feel like doctors would use.
As if familiar, he naturally puts on the gloves.
To see a child half my height wearing only latex gloves on his naked body was a very avant-garde sight.
I held a powder of some sort of purple, mysterious color in one hand, lifted my mask, and sprinkled it on it.
Coke! Coke!
The nose is filled with a strange purple powder.
It dug into the trachea and could not stop spontaneous sneezing.
What he inadvertently tries to spit out, he puts a mask on top of it again to block it.
The inside of the mask is filled with purple powder.
My nose tickled. What a strange drug… But maybe it wasn’t an instant medicine, I just sneezed out because of the powder, and I didn’t feel anything in particular.
It was tasteless and odorless, and compared to the fancy color, it was a powder that had nothing in common.
“It’s nothing special, it’s a drug that lowers the body’s various resistances before starting the procedure. The effect disappears in about 24 hours, and it is a neat medicine with no side effects.”
I think that kind of medicine is just right.
Then, he takes out something like a cloth and applies unknown oil on it. Oil dripping softly, bringing it to my stomach.
Want to start something
I closed my eyes tight with tension.
Something cold slides over the belly. As if oiling, Ms. Moona was wiping my belly with a cloth.
The feel of the soft cloth, like silk, and the applied oil delicately wraps the stomach.
Carefully cover the lower abdomen with oil. Perhaps because of the mood, the oil flowing over the ship seemed to glow softly under the light.
As if he wasn’t interested in anything else, he continued to rub openly, focusing on the lower abdomen.
A strange feeling, as if there was a hidden treasure, the lower abdomen was rubbed with oil again and again. It’s just that the stomach is being stroked over and over again, but something is strange.
I felt a slight discomfort. It looks like it’s already oiled enough, but the oil continues to flow. For what purpose, the lower abdomen is sufficiently wet.
Perhaps it was because he was being touched over and over again, little by little, a feeling of heat crept into his lower abdomen.
Stomach warms up
On the cool skin, something warm. Rather than hot, something satisfying warmth. A familiar feeling of heat fills the stomach.
Perhaps he was aiming for that, he rubbed his lower abdomen more blatantly.
I don’t know what the purpose is, but it must have something to do with this steaming boat. I blankly think so.
Is it right enough? The hand that had been stroking the stomach for a while stopped.
Where the cloth had passed, a smooth luster remained like a trace. The oil applied gently over the skin was gently hugging the skin.
As if it wasn’t just ordinary oil, the oiled lower abdomen shone softly.
Moona-san was looking at him as if he was satisfied.
“I think this is enough. Mr. Haeun? Take a deep breath.”
Something like a doctor’s tone, I thought it was very unsuitable. As instructed, take a deep breath.
As you inhale and inhale deeply, your lower back lifts slightly.
The bulging belly looked somehow cute.
Ms. Muna took a deep breath and thrust her rubber gloved right hand over her bloated belly.
Uh?
An incomprehensible sight,
The right hand, which should have been pressed down on the lower abdomen, pierced the skin with a jerk.
It was a sight that defied understanding. Muna’s right hand pointed at her lower abdomen, and somehow it went through her skin!
As if it were a ghost, the translucent right hand sank into the skin.
Surprisingly, I felt no pain at all. It slipped through the skin as if it were really a ghost. It peels under the skin as if there is no substance.
I can see Muna-san’s hand inside my body, but I don’t feel anything. Strange feeling, am I hallucinating? Obviously, to my eyes, it looks like Ms. Moona’s hand is tearing at my lower belly, but I don’t feel anything.
The hand that slipped into his stomach wandered as if he was looking for something.
The inside of the stomach was being squeezed at will. Rather, the situation in which you do not feel anything makes you feel more frightened.
As if looking for a treasure, Mr. Muna’s hand slithered through my belly, and after a while, he grabbed it as if he had found something.
Uh?
It was only then that I realized that the pain, something precious, was caught in Muna’s hand.
The organ held in Mr. Muna’s small hand, the strange feeling of being grasped with one hand in hers is thrilling.
It is stroked delicately as if handling a very fragile item. Unexpected, strange experience of being touched by the internal organs. I shudder at an indescribably strange feeling.
.
I couldn’t clearly see what Muna-san was holding.
I knew it instinctively.
Instinctively tells. A very precious thing, a woman’s precious place, a symbol of femininity, a womb, a nursery, and that precious place were being harassed at the hands of others.
A small, very precious place that would normally not be touched, that place is violated. It is touched like a joke.
Really, a bizarre, strange and uncomfortable feeling that is hard to describe, the unpleasant feeling of being exposed to a place that shouldn’t be invaded by others.
A masochistic pleasure, as if something important were being manipulated by others. I inadvertently scream at the strange sensation that is difficult to describe.
It climaxes slightly to the thrill of being violated in the womb.
I felt a fear of myself who felt pleasure even with such strange stimulation.
“Wow, you’re leaving with this? I didn’t think of this, but you’re really good at it, aren’t you?”
After all, Muna-san talks about whether it’s normal or not, whether it’s admiration or ridicule.
“Now then, more fun…”
Muna-san’s right hand, which was holding the baby’s bag, rose little by little.
It’s ridiculous, but with Muna-san’s touch, the nursery is pulled out as if sliding.
Moona-san’s hand was pulled out again. And in that grip, a pink soft lump of flesh was grasped.
A slightly grotesque, lewd-looking organ.
I hadn’t seen it myself, but it was clear what it was.
A precious place for women.
The uterus was protruding from the stomach.
Feel the wind outside. I shudder at that strange sensation.
,The endometrium, uterus, fallopian tubes, and even the ovaries, they were pulled out over the stomach.
As if it were something precious, Muna-san was stroking it.
The womb that flinched at her touch, her figure seemed to be mine.
Her own precious organs were captured as they were, she could not resist no matter what she did.
Like teasing, caressed.
After stroking the small womb, the finger that moves sideways, instinctively knows that it is the place where it should not be invaded deeper and more, the place where the precious baby is, the ‘ovary’. The hands of others contaminate the sanctuary that can never be invaded.
Baby is stroked It can be seen and felt distinctly.
The delicate ovary is played with like a toy.
“… Hehe♡”
The act of playing with women’s dignity, the insult, and the strange feeling of being treated like a precious baby. A strange sense of immorality, I shouldn’t do that, but I can’t help it… I was taking pleasure in it.
I get chills at the strange feeling that baby seeds are being torn apart.
“Wow, usually she cries and screams when she touches this place, but she’s rather getting wet. At this point, isn’t this just a bitch?”
Severe beatings, but he could not refute his own image of feeling pleasure from the strange sense of being insulted.
Whether I am the problem, or whether this body is the problem, it really is a pervert that can’t be saved, I thought so.
I feel the pleasure of being touched by Mr. Agi, and my mother is disqualified… Or is it disqualification as a human being? Feel ashamed
However, oneself who feels pleasure in that strange sense. It was rather pleasant to see her precious baby seed soiled by someone else’s hand.
Rotten year.
Excited about a strange experience that makes no sense.
The body temperature rises at the touch of the womb being stroked directly.
Pussy… The uterus is hot.
I want a male seed.
It seemed to be in heat.
I feel something warm in the warm belly, where Muna is touching.
Ah.
It just came naturally. The feeling of an egg coming out.
Ovulation.
Perhaps it resembles me, but I feel the obscene Agi-san bursting out of it, unable to resist the pleasure.
For some reason, the translucent appearance of the baby’s ovulation could be seen through.
I knew that Agi-san, seeing my condition, left the house to greet the male and to be violated by the sperm.
That figure, Agi-san being exposed, made me feel ashamed.
However, the feeling of shame, like having that dignity trampled on, felt good.
I’m feeling this kind of pleasure, I’m sure it’s something very strange…
As if the womb wanted a baby, it was hot.
Muna-san saw that, too, and she said something ridiculous.
“Wow, you ovulate with this? Great really… “
As if surprised, Ms. Moona pokes at that place.
Twitching uterus. Muna-san trembled in line with her hand.
Having teased enough, Muna-san stops playing with her hands and grabs her womb again.
Will you give it back? Contrary to my thoughts, one hand held the uterus, and the other hand held a syringe.
A sharp needle, inside of which was filled with a whitish, slick liquid.
As it is, stabbed in the womb.
Sick!
A syringe that is inserted directly into the baby’s room. Something is injected as it is.
It fills the inside of the baby’s room with a strange liquid. The womb, which is dyed gray and turbid.
Little by little, the liquid melts away.
As if being violated by a male seed, it gets dirty.
I don’t know what kind of drug it is, but it feels like my uterus is being violated.
A sticky, grayish-white turbid liquid flowed from the womb.
The uterus is hot.
I don’t know what the treatment was, but I knew very well that it was absurd.
However, as if the injection alone wasn’t enough, the surface of the uterus was coated with a sticky liquid with something like a dropper.
It is violated by the liquids that violate the uterus while drawing a thread.
As if applying meticulously on it, Muna-san’s hand covers it.
The uterus delicately caressed like a massage.
Moan at the stimulus
The uterine wall, endometrium, and even the fallopian tubes are coated with a strange fluid. I felt goosebumps, I felt like I was going crazy with the strange sensation of my intestines being violated.
It was a strange feeling that even his dignity was being violated, but he was confident that he felt pleasure in that creepy feeling.
This is strange, but as a human being, no, it is strange as a creature, but this situation of being trampled on by others even inside was strangely sweet, and the flowing voice did not stop.
