Chapter 65 – Unhealthy Esthetic_receptionist and Corporal Punishment♥(1)
Unhealthy esthetic_receptionist and corporal punishment♥(1)
His entire body was covered in sticky semen.
The male scent vibrates all over the body as if it were marked with a sticky male seed.
Fishy, disgusting smell, the more you smell it, the more disgusting it becomes, but this fishy smell strangely stimulates femininity.
The smell of semen seeped through the mask vibrated in my nose.
Surrounded by so many people, dressed like this, the baby seeds of the men are buried.
Obscene and miserable, female Lee Ha-eun.
As I feel the feeling of being surrounded by the sound of the people around me, the flashlights, and all sorts of sexual harassment, the atmosphere around me suddenly becomes quiet little by little.
As the murmur dwindles, the crowd surrounding me splits, and a person steps out between them.
Haughty, cold steps that seem like a municipal flag.
The blue bobbed hair that really went well with that atmosphere was the lady at the reception desk whom I had seen when I first came here.
“What are you doing?”
A cold, terribly cold voice. At first glance, it may seem adamant.
“Now, what is this?”
Repetitive voice.
The surrounding atmosphere, which had been heated up with an obscene atmosphere until just now, is frozen as cold as an ice field.
Was it anger, or was it the original voice, a voice that was very calm, but still seemed contemptible.
I wonder if the men around me also felt that way, so I put my clothes on and took a step back. The space surrounding me widens further, revealing the horrors that have happened to me more prominently.
A puddle of yellow water soaking the floor, a naked body with no clothes anywhere, strange stamps decorating the chest and navel, and obscene letters written in pink lipstick. And the body of a female stained with the male semen of a muddy light applied all over the body.
Standing on top of it, the receptionist was looking down at me.
“Ha, you look really good for yourself.”
Her sigh, her cold gaze, which does not hide the slightest contempt, make her more real.
There is no trace of the pleasures of the past, only the vulgar female figure remains. Only then does she become aware of her shameful self.
She wants to hide in a mouse hole, but there is no corner to escape to, and she realizes that everyone is watching her ugly appearance.
“Go”
The receptionist approached and gently trampled the stomach with her boots.
In response to her sudden stimulation, I inadvertently made a strange noise.
As if stepping on garbage, she gently steps on it with her shoes. Rather than being sick, the body movement was miserable. Cold shoes lightly press on the stomach.
I wonder if it’s okay to do this to a guest, but when I think about myself, I think there’s no reason to think of this as a guest.
“Who, in the lobby, gave you permission to do this?”
Her voice, as if she were looking at the filth on the side of the road, and her attitude reminded her of her realization that she had done something that sensibly shouldn’t have done, making her feel ashamed and miserable.
A cold voice that rings very well in the ear.
“A perverted bitch.”
Even though it was a short word, it must have been heard several times, but I thought that it could feel so different because the situation and the speaker were different.
The feeling of having become a truly abnormal pervert pierces the lungs.
“Customer? Anyway, there are good things to do and things not to do. Who gave you permission to come out naked in the lobby?”
A cold voice, thinking that something really big will happen at this rate, I make excuses without even realizing it.
“… That, Cynthia-san… “
“Cynthia? Now, who else is here besides you?”
“Uh?”
Cynthia disappeared before I knew it, and even when I looked around her, there were only her customers, and I couldn’t see where Cynthia, who had been harassing me until now, had gone.
She is left alone. She was abandoned
“Aren’t you making silly excuses and acting like that just because you’re a pervert? Don’t make excuses for others. Mr. Pervert”
Each cold word from her strikes deeply.
“Well, okay Mr. Pervert, get up soon.”
In a way, her calm voice seems to contain an irresistible force, so I reflexively follow her words without even realizing it. I hurriedly raise her body from the floor.
However, perhaps because of this and that, her weak body was staggering dangerously. Perhaps it was a sudden recoil, or the body that had finally risen fell forward like a stick without support.
My vision is staggering, my body about to fall forward leans against someone in front of me. I see the receptionist’s face in front of my nose.
It goes well with cold blue eyes, a sharp nose, tight lips, and pale skin that looks like blood vessels, making him look like a very cold-hearted person. It reminds me of ice cubes.
Her icy face looked even colder than before, probably because she looked at it up close. Those ferocious eyes that could cut you off if you hit them, thinking about what could be so irritating, suddenly realized.
Her own body clung to Mr. Receptionist’s, leaning against her, and some nasty bodily fluids of hers were rubbing against her. Her sticky, yellowish liquid was smearing on her pure white fabric.
It was said that her ink would turn black when approached, and there were some fishy-looking stains on her clean white office look. Realizing this, I quickly took her body, but it was already dirtying her clothes here and there.
As I hurriedly fell, the receptionist’s gaze became colder than before, as if he could see more details of the soiled clothes. She sensed that something big was about to happen, the atmosphere that just wouldn’t end, and she startled and shuddered.
“Under.”
Short sigh. He doesn’t even try to hide his displeased expression. Sharp eyes were pointing at me as if they were going to stab me.
“Under..”
Sigh once more. He took a long breath, perhaps trying to calm his anger. Perhaps the change of emotions was quick, but the eyes quickly returned to the way they were at the beginning.
“What are you going to do with this outfit and this situation? Shall I call the police?”
The dry sound without any emotion, rather, the pitch that doesn’t feel any anger feels even more frightening.
“… Are you the police?”
The police, the stick of the people. No matter how you look at it, the word, which cannot be felt positively in this situation, strikes you more realistically than anything else.
I don’t know much about things like the law, in my previous life, or in this world, but I know that my current situation is not normal. It wasn’t hard to infer that if they were called by the police, they wouldn’t let go.
More than anything, the realistic fear that will come over you. If you think about this situation and the circumstances before and after, it seems that you are wrong no matter how you look at it. Go to jail, get punished for something, maybe even be on the news…
They tremble with fear at the sudden realistic pressure. Shaky focus. The receptionist laughed lightly as if my appearance was so funny.
“Ha, the police are scary. So you’re saying I’m not afraid… Can’t this?”
A cold gaze, but for some reason, was it because she was looking at her closely, or was she secretly revealing her emotions?
It’s faint, but it seemed to glimpse something like a soggy, hot desire…
“I must be punished♥. Not to forget, pretty strong♥”
“Now, I will give you a chance to choose. No. 1 cop, No. 2 corporal punishment. Let them choose for themselves. Mr. Byun Tae?”
At first glance, he notices the hidden sadism in his cold gaze. More than anything else, he seemed to notice the gaze of the receptionist who seemed to be enjoying the situation. Looking at me in my bewilderment, I could see a faint blush in her frosty gaze, as if feeling the heat of this situation.
“Come on! Choose quickly. Which one are you on? No. 1? Or twice?”
No matter which one you choose, you will intuitively feel that at least you will not be treated like a human being. No, well, in this situation, it could be said that it was intuition and nothing to do, but…
No matter which one you choose, you are forced to make dangerous and absurd choices.
Is it a social ruin or an unknown ruin… It just won’t end Even so, most people tended to lean on something uncertain rather than a certain ruin. I was no different. At least in the situation where the police are called, I don’t know if she will call or not, but it would be scary to imagine what would happen if the police were really known about this situation.
At least, I look forward to her warmth.
“… 2… Number two, please.”
A voice the size of a rat’s tail, perhaps feeling ashamed now, it was a voice the size of a mosquito.
However, as if she didn’t have the slightest desire to understand my feelings of shame, she urged me on even more.
“I beg your pardon? Can’t you hear me? You have the courage to masturbate naked in the middle of a store, but you can’t answer just one thing?”
The receptionist deliberately speaks loudly so that everyone can hear. Her calm voice, combined with the quiet atmosphere around her, spread so vividly throughout the store.
Sympathizers, buzz.
Voices and eyes of contempt and ridicule. Those gazes surround me as Lee Ha-eun, making me more aware of my own ugliness.
I move more.
A very reddened face. It was like a ripe persimmon.
He does not allow himself to hide like a coward without saying anything, and pursues him even more.
“Hmm. Are you unable to answer? Then, can I think of it as number 1?”
It’s a sarcastic voice, but as if it’s not a simple joke, he takes out his smartphone from his bosom, shows it to me as if he’s showing off, and slowly inputs three numbers.
1, 1, 2.
A familiar number that even elementary school students know. Slowly, as if showing off one by one, I typed the dial in front of my eyes.
Finger slowly moving to call button.
It becomes truly irreversible.
My heart beats thumping with fear. No, fear precedes shame.
“No.2! Number 2 please!”
A desperately flowing voice, inadvertently shouting loud enough for everyone to hear. The fact that it came out of her own mouth, and the thought that all the fears and shames inside her were revealed to her made her feel even more ashamed.
“What can you say? Are the cops scary? Who does pervert stuff like this?”
He could have said it so viciously without the slightest emotion. Leaving aside the new facts she didn’t particularly want to know, she waits for her disposition.
However, just seeing me awaiting such a disposition did not satisfy her sadism, so I started talking about more difficult things.
“Well, then, what do you think Mr. Pervert should be punished for getting my clothes dirty, getting naked in a store, and then masturbating in front of everyone?”
Something naturally became an outrageous demand.
You may think that you are merciful at first glance, that you choose to punish yourself for your mistakes, but it is not at all.
It is a sadistic stage setting that puts oneself into a more absurd situation by one’s own will.
This person really likes to bully others…
I thought so.
