Chapter 56 – Unhealthy Esthetic_Human Remodeling Technique [Basic] (5)
Unhealthy esthetic_human body modification [Basic] (5)
───AM 00:00 (23 minutes elapsed)
How long has it been?
It seems like time has already passed, but I feel as if the door has already been opened and Cynthia and Muna will come back. It felt like a day had already passed.
But a watch that shows the time calmly. I tried to look away, but it was too big and too conspicuous. 00:00 AM, not even an hour has passed yet. If I hadn’t known the time, I would have been able to endure it, but the clock that follows me like a stigma forces me to face reality.
Was it aimed at this, rather, the time to tell me clearly makes me even more impoverished.
“… Eup… Ugh!”
The room was already filled with pink airflow from the humidifier. The pink scent that comes through the mask, sweet, very sweet like a skein of honey, fills my brain. Dissolve reason.
The slimy, sticky scent of sweet honey penetrates the brain through the nasal passages and stirs into a mess.
It’s still tolerable, but I wasn’t sure what would happen if this sweet scent of honey continued. The scent of honey makes my head dizzy.
Still, I had to endure it.
The sad truth is, it was still tolerable.
At least now I was still keeping my sanity.
Pop – pop –
The unpleasant sound of water droplets, that tantalizing and ambiguous water droplet, has been bothering my nerves since before.
It doesn’t bother me too much, but it doesn’t excite me, and the stimuli that are ambiguous to the end, and the ambiguity continues to make me more and more concerned.
The stimulation, which was not a big deal at first, continues. The sensation of tapping and knocking on the womb, that strange sensation made my head dizzy.
Still, this level of stimulation. I still thought I could hold on.
───AM 02:00 (2 hours elapsed)
My head buzzes and rings.
There was no way to avoid the pink airflow that kept going through my head, and even if I tried to stop, this pink gas that already filled the room. Even if you stop breathing, it’s only for that moment, it’s rather mixed with the breath you breathe in violently, and it shakes the inside even more.
Little by little, little by little, it is invaded. I’m not even sure if I’m sane.
My head is hot, and I become full of passion. It seems to ripen red. The number of lusts seemed irreversible if he was even a little vigilant. It’s like forcibly plugging the faucet, but it never occurred to me that I could stop the flowing water with my fingers.
No matter how you look at it, I think it’s a matter of time.
Knock-knock-
Those drops of water that are still tapping on the womb, that tantalizing stimulation, more and more, I feel like it’s not supposed to be like this, but it feels sweet. Painfully, I still clung to that pitiful stimulus, I couldn’t stand it again, but still, the stimulus was so small that I just clung to it endlessly.
The needles piercing the skin seemed to be getting more and more sensitive from the vicinity.
It was like a sudden awakening of an unknown sense. I started to feel even the slightest stimulation of a very small, light breeze.
Beyond the tip of the spittle, I know that the feeble heat that seeps into it is hotly flowing from its root. From that area, the senses sharpen. The skin seemed to be sharpened.
“… Sigh… Uh huh huh…”
It overflows with trivial, really trivial information that you don’t need to know. It makes my head a little dizzy.
In the pink air, I tried to close my eyes, avoiding my body that was desperately heating up, but my efforts were useless, my sensitive skin and excited uterus refused to go to sleep.
The uterus aches.
As if it misses the warmth of other skin, the skin that is overheated with heat does not calm down.
I want heat enough to melt, I want to meet a powerful ruler, a master who will subdue me. I wish I could be dominated and subordinated, manipulated at will, and filled this excited body.
The body is hot.
I’m trying hard to hold it in, but it keeps getting hotter.
Are you still far away? I look at the time I tried not to look at, but the night was still long.
The clock just ticks away mercilessly, it’s 2:00 AM, and it’s still far away.
There was so much time left before they arrived.
16 hours ahead…
Can I stand it?
I am so afraid.
Cold night.
Only the sound of water dripping quietly lingered in my ears.
───AM 05:00 (5 hours elapsed)
Slowly painful
The pink air currents encroaching on my head make a mess of my brain. The disorganized body only lusts for pleasure, is simply intoxicated by this fragrance, and does not know that it is a poison that plunges it further into hell. A scent that rises deeply, yes this smell, an unbearably sweet scent. It is sticky and sticks.
My head melts and mixes with all sorts of things. The gooey, melting brain that is about to melt, the overheated head, reason! It seemed to melt like candy.
A sweet smell seemed to mix with his exhaled breath.
The inside was already messy, sticky and tangled, and the whole area was dyed pink. It was already meaningless to separate the room from my body. Breathing out and breathing in. All were filled with pink air currents.
It’s dizzying.
It’s just that it’s in heat, befitting its color.
My head was filled with all kinds of pink light.
Cock, Pussy, Sex, Semen, Pregnancy, Bitch, Toilet, Pregnant Bag, Livestock, Sex, Uterus…
All sorts of nasty thoughts fill my head. I just want to satisfy this burning desire somehow.
Hot. Runs up. I can’t stand it, my head is dizzy. My overflowing desire, like a bitch in heat, I just wanted to somehow relieve this insatiable desire, even just a little bit.
Nevertheless,
But. It doesn’t move at all. At most, the waist was shaken even a little, and the handcuffs that bound both hands and legs were tightly tightened, not allowing the slightest movement.
“Sweet♡… Sooooo♡”
Bit by bit, the moans are mixed with bites.
It seemed crazy.
The ever-increasing sense drives me even more.
The sharpened senses were now aware of everything they hadn’t felt before. I didn’t know if it was the effect of this procedure or if it was because my overheated head was running rampant, but the sensations beyond cognition, really, were overflowing with all sorts of senses.
I could very clearly see even the slightest sensations, even the wriggling movement of my anus, tied with a stopper, and the number of wrinkles in my anus being moved.
The number of marbles that Mr. Moona put in the buttocks, a total of 7. From its shape, size, and wrinkles to the feel it felt, it was astonishingly clear.
Little by little, I could feel the marbles that permeated into me melt away in my buttocks.
A truly transcendent sense, a body that has become ridiculously sensitive, awakens one by one to impossible information. Realize it The overworked head boils hot.
With a head already giddy with heat, comes the overload. It’s going to get weird. I felt like I could hold my breath, and I felt like I could see the sensation of my womb. The taste of the orc’s semen that melted in her mouth, and the disgusting smell of the male.
Every sense comes to me strangely.
The senses of the skin go crazy.
None of them felt normal.
To have a headache. In my confused head, in this dizzy situation, I keep knocking on the nursery with smart, smart. Hot.
Passionate gaze, excited eyes,
I can’t stand the flow of sexual desire, but all I can feel is the slow, periodic flow of water.
It seemed crazy.
My head is spinning round and round.
Inside the shaking room, the whole place is dizzy.
My body is one, two, three… My vision is staggering. The reflection of oneself in the mirror increases endlessly.
Is this to see? Or scent?
Is what we are seeing with our eyes really sight, smell, or hearing?
The senses are twisted.
Burning vision, thirst.
The growing sexual desire, like an embankment that can no longer be endured. The dam is already about to overflow.
I was exhausted as soon as I was exhausted due to continuous stimulation and drugs.
Beyond the embankment, the water accumulates, but there is no other waterway, and the water just accumulates into the embankment.
The catastrophe was predestined.
Knock – Knock
Grating sound.
The sound of water dripping drop by drop over the womb.
The sound of the fall, the mi poison that contained that slight fever, bit by bit my womb was dropping.
Watch, look at the watch
It must be not long now, so I desperately try to remember the time with a glimmer of hope.
AM 05:24
Far… Far away
The flicker of the flickering clock just coldly announced the time.
───AM 09:00 (9 hours elapsed)
Ah… The body is hot.
There is already little reason.
I’m just intoxicated with lust, but I can’t stand it. The dam had already collapsed, but the water didn’t stop, it just continued to overflow, and I, unable to do anything, could do nothing but howl.
Sensitive, not to mention, the sense of rampage, and eventually, that sense gradually becomes dotted in a different direction. The perceived direction is changed. Sensitive reactions, runaway sensory nerves, gradually degenerate with the direction of pleasure.
The sensation of the skin you knew is being replaced by a new sensation you don’t know at all. Started to turn around. The stimulation of the flowing air now began to degenerate into a sense of pleasure, like stroking the genitals.
Even the waterways of the pink steam drifting around the room, her heightened senses, began to judge this as pleasure.
The sensations are getting more and more strange, and the whole head is filled with flower gardens. A very lewd, filthy adult flower garden.
After all, flowers are said to be the reproductive organs of plants. I think it’s a very fitting analogy.
All that comes to mind is something sexual.
Now, like that pink fog, my head was just filled with pink light.
Knock – Knock –
Falling water drops knock on the nursery.
The nursery collapses.
Fall is already close.
The womb is hotly in heat, and it is ready to welcome the male seed. I can even feel the thickly congested womb and the wriggling of the baby seed. Even that is accepted as a pleasure.
I’ve already gone crazy.
I couldn’t make a normal decision.
I just want to cool off this scorching heat.
Wriggling, wriggling, I wonder if it resembles me, my baby, Mr. Agi, also in heat, seems to be desperately looking for a male seed.
A terribly heated body wants lust.
I didn’t even notice anything like a watch.
Even if it could be seen, there was no brain left to interpret the number.
───PM 13:00 (13 hours elapsed)
The strong scent of a male, I just want to comfort this excited, sad body, but at least touch my pussy, no, that’s not enough. . It’s okay if it’s broken, if it can soothe this excitement even a little bit. It’s okay to play with a disgusting pussy, just like a toy, disposable, and treat it like trash, so please…
My head is hot.
Hot like burning Deep purple scent, hair flows like a haze. Mixed up and back
The maddening heat, the boiling head, and the loss of reason, the more sensitive the body becomes.
Even the surrounding temperature, even this feeling of heat, is converted into a stimulus of pleasure. Just a handful of warmth is just firewood to fuel lust, and only desire rises more steeply.
It’s such a sensitive body, but the desire keeps piling up, but I couldn’t do anything on my own.
Hopelessness.
Please have mercy,
Please make my pussy a mess
You can fuck your asshole as much as you want, so please have mercy on this bitch with her pussy, cock, and that thick male.
I want baby I wish I was pregnant, my uterus is so heavy.
I think my head will melt.
I think I’m going crazy. Mr. Cynthia—- Cynthia—- Ms. Muna, where did you go-
Help me,
My head hurts… I’m going crazy.
It’s hot, it’s hot, I think my pussy is going to ripen.
My body is hot, I think I will die, I will die♥
Even so, this heat does not cool down at all, but rather it continues to grow.
Knock-knock-
Just a tantalizing drop of water falling drop by drop,
Placed horizontally in the room without any marks other than that, just quietly… Quietly… Unable to do anything, my mind was melting away from the growing sexual desire, not knowing what to do.
A person who desperately wants to reach climax, but it seems that he can climax with just a little, very light touch, but he is not allowed even a little bit, and only pleasure accumulates.
It seemed half-killed, no, just dying.
I was already insane.
It was as if his brain had melted away and turned into muddy, shriveled brains.
There was not a single shred of sane spirit.
It’s been a long time since the mouth has become just an organ for moaning.
The moaning that had already ceased from being shouted filled the room pitifully.
The cock-shaped jelly that fills your mouth, the lingering taste of the male. As if to soothe it a little, I desperately licked it.
Sweet, dreamy male taste. I desperately savored the faint male scent that emanated from my throat.
The male’s bodily fluids, sticky and sticky, go down the throat.
Only that can soothe the desire for a moment,
However, the desire so appeased eventually amplified, rather like a bond, becoming a deeper craving that attacked my body and mind.
Like poison you shouldn’t drink, it digs in.
The more you lick it, the more you get addicted to it, and the more you fall into hell, the more you can’t deny it.
Like a child licking sweet candy, licking it preciously, as if coveting a precious treasure above all else.
The thick male taste is imprinted on the tongue. The womb tingles at that cheesy taste.
A male taste that is deeply imprinted in the brain. The taste and texture, which should be corrupt and repulsive, are imprinted in my mind like the sweetest honey.
The taste that is engraved irreversibly, this taste is deteriorating to be more precious than anything else.
I think it’s going to get weird in my head, no, it must have already gone wrong.
However, he only stumbled and cried in pleasure.
Just like a miserable animal, he just cried innocently.
───PM 18:00 ♥♥♥ (♥♥♥13 hours elapsed♥) ♥♥♥
♥♥♥♥♥♥
Knock – Knock –
A small drop of water hitting the womb without notice,
Tantalizingly, the uterus is ripening in the water droplets touching it.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I thought that now I could sell everything with a single prick of a cock.
Whatever it is, whatever it is, no matter how precious it is. Even the soul
If you just give me the male seed, I think you can sell anything.
Female instincts and natures that are desperately stimulated.
You are made aware that you are just a poor plundered female.
Livestock trampled, harassed and dominated.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I just miserably wish for mercy.
Resolutely, very mortally aware.
The body is hot.
It’s already so hot it’s so hot it’s going crazy.
Excited?
No, it has already been heated and cooked.
A burning sensation that makes you feel like going crazy.
My throbbing uterus is painful.
It’s painful. It’s painful.
It’s sadly sad. Alas, like overcooked meat, the head has already been boiled.
The uterus throbs and throbs. I want a male seed, it’s painful.
It numbs enough to burn.
Please, a little bit of stimulation, trouble.
Please play with it to your heart’s content. I think I’m going crazy like this.
Even a whip is fine, anything is fine, please…
In the room, is it already the smell of my body or the smell of a pink sweet scent?
An indistinguishable sweet and obscene body odor vibrates throughout the room, like overcooked meat.
The scent of strong lust,
That sticky, desperate smell vibrates throughout the room.
Just this burning heart,
My pussy is hot, I think it’s going to ripen.
I feel like dying. No, is it alive?
Sex
Sex
Cock
Pussy
I stabbed my pussy with a big stick,
Rough
As you please, my lord, have mercy.
Cynthia
Womb is hot
Please give me a male
Please take this insignificant bitch as you please, like a toy.
It’s okay if you’re not human
Please
Ah…
