Chapter 236 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Body Modification Without Limits_Even if You Try to Bring Up Maternal Love Now…
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Body modification without limits_Now even if you bring up maternal love…
As it penetrates the light pink, wrinkled mucosal epithelium, and reaches the end, a narrow, circular entrance finally reveals itself—myself, Lee Ha-eun’s cervix.
A forbidden zone to protect my precious child, young lady.
The entrance to that place, a place that should never be revealed to others, was being revealed through the monitor beyond the screen.
I wonder if that is my destination, and only then do the three tentacles stop their crawling movement.
Perhaps it was because the crawling movement had stopped, but the stimulation that had been piercing the delicate female vagina subsided, and the violent hallucinations that repeatedly stimulated the brain nerves as if stabbing them began to gradually subside.
… It’s just that it’s fading away, but the residual sensation of my throbbing vagina and uterus still pounding my head is constricting me, but at least it’s not as explosive as the explosion of pleasure I felt the first time, and my rational thoughts are slowly coming back.
The world spins round and round, as if I am addicted to alcohol.
Actually, if you think about it, it was only a very short experience, starting at the entrance to the vagina and reaching the end of the cervix, but how crazy was the climax I felt during that short period of time…
It is said that the mass of tentacles crawled leisurely and leisurely, perhaps intentionally to show off, but even if that were the case, the short distance would not have taken a very long time.
However, that time can only be said to be short… I felt it was so long and dense.
A deluge of indescribable sensations, time seemed to stretch like a string, and the moment continued as if a nerve was being pressed down with a needle.
A time when you feel like you’re going crazy just with the sense of pleasure.
At best, it is like this once it has been inserted.
For 2 weeks… No matter how much unresolved desire was accumulated, this level of reaction was too extreme.
… I thought imprinting was a bit dangerous, but the results I experienced with my own body were beyond my imagination.
I don’t know how many times I’ve climaxed, but my quivering pussy was so wet that it was soaked with pussy juice overflowing like a flood, and my clitoris was stiffer and bloodshot than ever, exposing my swollen bright red skin in an obscene way. There was.
The tears that overflowed without me realizing it were blurring my vision, and my throat was sore from how much I had been screaming during that short period of time.
Still buzzing in my ears like an echo… The oath and declaration that I made with my voice.
The vulgar vocabulary, which can only be described as pervert, pollutes the hearing.
Self-deprecation, contempt of self-respect, deprivation of sexual respect.
Such a shallow and miserable voice pleading to treat oneself not as a human being but as a toilet.
Those whispers keep coming in the form of your own voice… Since it keeps disturbing my ears, my mind is also confused.
A whispering sound that makes you think you are repeating your own resolutions.
Every single word was so vulgar, pervert-like, and obscene…
My body twists, trembles, and bounces to my heart’s content at such an unexpected phenomenon.
And just as intense as the sensation of climax was, the liquid from the fountain gushing out, and his own expression stained with an expression of ecstasy.
A perverted, obscene version of myself that I don’t even feel like defending myself.
I had no choice but to look at that situation objectively through the monitor… My body boiled over again due to the sense of shame I felt.
The body, which had already become unable to distinguish between feelings of shame and low-level pleasure, became redder than ever.
Take a deep breath, exhale…
Take a few deep breaths to calm down.
With the movement of the tentacles that had stopped and my own efforts to regain my senses, I barely came to my senses, and only then was I able to speak like a normal person.
Only then did the blurry vision return, and things that had been hidden from view began to appear in my eyes.
The first thing that caught my eye was the pink, mucous image displayed on the monitor placed in the very center.
Probably, without a doubt, the quality of me, Lee Ha-eun… A naked view of the inside of the vagina, the inner flesh♡.
The screen shared by those mean tentacle eyes that are invading the woman’s private space between her legs, and filming and recording them at will.
She thinks she’s not so stupid that she doesn’t know what that pink mucous membrane, with sticky saliva dripping from time to time, is pointing to.
And, exactly my inner skin…♡ There was no reason not to understand the scene shown by the small, round, pink entrance, the hole within the hole, that illuminated the inside.
… Uterus, cervix.
The gateway to a place where precious life resides.
A place that would normally be refused entry, let alone seen by others, was now being reflected in my eyes in an undeniably clear image.
Flinch, flinch,
A very small gap basket that opens and closes like a living creature.
It was just showing a mucous membrane full of pink, but it couldn’t have looked more obscene.
What is clear is that the image in this video that is reflected in my eyes right now is the most secret and secretive part of a woman that should not be shown to anyone.
The place is wide open, revealed, revealed… There’s no way it’s okay.
When I became aware, a feeling similar to dizziness swept over me.
That illusory sensation that seemed like it was burning my brain cells just moments ago.
The situation where her most private places are revealed so clearly.
Even the right to faint has been taken away, and what will happen from now on is being hinted one by one.
Everything was just confusing.
This situation itself had been tracking her own feelings without fail.
To the edge of a cliff,
In a dizzying reality that seemed impossible to escape from, I felt extreme fatigue from the stimulating and violent sensations.
In a situation that simply refuses to understand, the only sound that comes out of confused emotions is an excited moan that sounds like the female is having fun.
The lewd courtship sound of a female that trembles as if fawning.
The strange sound of water, resembling an animal in heat, was resonating in the cavity.
It was an unimaginable result that only three thin tentacles were inserted.
And, the three tentacles in question had now come within touching distance of my nose when I fell over, and were poking my head through that small and precious gap, as if facing mucous membrane against mucous membrane.
Forcibly, the narrow hole was widened, and I had no choice but to watch it unfold in real time.
And, along with the sight of the mucous membrane meeting the mucous membrane, I felt like I could feel a sticky and lukewarm sensation of mucous membrane at the entrance to the uterus, which I shouldn’t have felt.
The thin hole gave its flesh to the intruder and was forced to expand in size.
… A tingling pain that resembles a weak electric current.
The weak sense that may be thought to be an illusion is confirmed by the gaze reflected in the eyes.
A feeling I couldn’t help but feel because I was forced to know that the sensation was directed towards my womb.
The thrilling sensation of the most secret, deep, forbidden sanctuary being opened makes my waist tremble once again.
I am just dumbfounded by emotions that are difficult to understand.
Eventually, contact is made, and the screen brightens again.
A new screen that is a departure from the pink cave full of mucus and wrinkles from before.
It was very obvious what that place meant.
If you were living a normal life, you would probably never be seen for the rest of your life, a secret forbidden area, deep in the very center.
Uterus.
The place was revealed and exposed through ultra-high resolution video of 4K, 4096p.
A place that symbolizes one’s own woman.
How far are you planning to drop it?
How rude and disrespectful this is.
What on earth do you think women are? .
The appearance of the uterus opening.
And, in another corner of the screen.
Beyond that… In fact, even now, even now… The result of the truth that I deep down did not want to admit, could not bear to admit, and did not want to understand, was sleeping.
… New life.
It should never be packaged with the word obscene.
A precious, precious life that should originally exist as a result of an act of love.
Now I can no longer deny it, Lee Ha-eun’s baby.
Your own baby.
It hadn’t grown properly yet and only had the vague shape of a kidney bean, but I couldn’t help but feel that the seed reflected on the vivid screen was my child.
Ah…
Ah…
A bit of awareness that is now too late.
Still, it seems like I still have some common sense, and my awareness as a humane mother reprimands me.
When you look back, you realize how messed up you have been.
I was falling into the sweet swamp of pleasure and doing something that a woman should not do. It was such a natural, common sense stimulus.
It makes you feel like you’ve received shock therapy.
As if waking up from a bad nightmare,
Only then does the human sense of shame and shame come flooding in.
When I see my baby reflected directly on the screen, the awareness of becoming a mother begins to grow.
It makes me think of how much of an insult to new life this is…
For the first time in a long time, for the first time in a while, I blushed with feelings of pure shame and shame.
Belated regret.
But everything is already too late.
Without a doubt, even this feeling that has sprouted now.
I was confident that with just one act of insertion, it would melt away like a needle-pricked bubble.
It’s just that feeling.
I was sure that if it started to move back and forth even now, it would flutter around in an unsightly, female-like tone.
At best, that’s all it feels like.
A body that can already do nothing but that.
Actually… It could already be said that it was a late regret.
However, just at this moment, a common sense reaction, the emotions that a woman should naturally feel, and the awareness of being a mother were sprouting.
The awareness that even in a body like this, a new life is sleeping.
That tiny precious life visible beyond the screen, a treasure that cannot be exchanged for anything.
Until now, I had never even imagined such a thought…
If you are an irreplaceable treasure, you will definitely exchange it for an act that is nothing more than a pistoning motion, or rather, you will even put an insult to it… I was confident in that.
Leave it…
I was able to realize that that fact was more miserable than anything else.
In fact, it was already too late.
And then, towards my precious child, that cute little girl, two very hideous and monstrous tentacles were extending their terrifying magic arms.
In my heart, I let out a scream of despair.
It was terrible.
A desperate and terrible movement that you don’t want to open your eyes and see.
Slowly… Very slowly… Two unidentified tentacles approaching, the purpose of which is unknown.
Ah…
Ah…!
I’m so scared and nervous.
I’m angry, I feel terrible, but I can’t resist…
And, even these feelings… I can be sure that the trivial feelings of pleasure will be in vain…
I’m just sad, sad… Sad, tears flowed.
Under…
Are you trying to become a normal mother now?
However, I am unable to do anything other than shed a single tear.
Either way, the two tentacles were silently stretching out to do their job.
I thought the tentacles were thin, but compared to my baby who was only two weeks old, those tentacles can only be described as giant.
There is a difference in level between a child and an adult.
There is no way my child, who has not yet developed a proper sense of self, can resist…
It was being swallowed, step by step, by the lips that opened at the very tip of the monster.
Ah…
Ah,
I swallowed it.
Swallowed.
My child, my first child.
Precious new life.
A child who should be more precious than anything else is, at best, the price of pleasure… For that reason, it is consumed and disappears.
Tears are flowing.
A sob that can’t be held back.
What kind of feeling is this?
Motherly love?
I feel like my head is going to explode with confusion from emotions I don’t yet understand.
It would have been nice to be able to at least faint, but the stimulant that was dripping drop by drop did not allow me any escape.
The feelings of motherly love that had just awakened were swallowed up by a monster and ended before I even realized what they were.
With those words, I was shedding tears of regret.
“Ah…”
The baby I saw for the first time today. I was being eaten.
In light of that fact, now… Screams of sadness and grief, not pleasure, flowed out.
Regret…
I guess you could say that it has come now, indeed it has come now.
I am vaguely aware that I will no longer be able to have these feelings.
These terrible feelings, feelings that I don’t want to forget…
If you melt in pleasure, just by stimulating your sexual feelings…
I was confident that I would struggle like a bitch.
It can only be said that it is a benefit to self-employment.
Nevertheless… But…
The feeling of being a mother that I suddenly became aware of was more intense than I imagined, and the feelings of maternal love were uncontrollable… My tears overflowed.
It was just sad.
In the sight that spreads with such sorrow,
A slightly new and unexpected image was projected on the screen.
… Huh?
The two tentacles that had grabbed and swallowed the baby seed wriggled and spewed something out of its mouth.
A small, round black egg mass exactly the same size as a baby seed.
Suddenly, I realize that the act of that mass of tentacles reaching towards my child, my fetus, has never been said to be simply for swallowing or for abortion.
I had no reason to know what that lump of egg meant specifically, but an unknown instinct… He was telling us that his baby seed was nestled inside that egg mass.
And as if to add confidence to my intuition, her words continued.
“We confirmed the observation of the fetus and the processing and completion of physical and chemical protective procedures to prevent stress on the fetus during the subject’s pregnancy.
This protective measure lasts for 40 weeks, the natural gestation period of the human species, and automatically breaks down when the amniotic membrane breaks through signals and organic reactions from the guardian.
It has physical strength up to an instantaneous maximum pressure of 1.5t, has selective permeability to chemicals with a diameter of 5 nm, and has resistance to paranormal particle waves of up to grade 7 or higher.
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Words that are still difficult to understand.
However, I was able to understand that the black egg-like shape and the series of actions of those tentacles that only seemed to be trying to eat my child were, on the contrary, a device to protect my child.
The fact that the emotions I felt up until just moments ago were just my foolish illusions.
Only then could I feel relieved at her words.
When I stop crying, only then… Only then…
I was able to take a long breath.
Belated maternal love.
And, I was able to confirm once again that many things were already too late.
Temporary slave registration certificate.
As long as I signed and sealed that I would not be treated like a human being, the contract that I signed…
What a foolish and heavy act.
Again… It weighs down my mind and body.
How heavy that word is.
What a foolish thing he had done.
However, immediately after relief.
The stickiness that comes late… The feeling of pleasure that is so base, and its identity…
More than that, the truth was how shallow and shabby he was.
I couldn’t deny the feel of a different type of liquid from tears, gently falling.
How far has a woman like me fallen?♥.
Now that the feelings of extreme maternal love have faded, I feel dumbfounded by the truth that cannot be ignored.
…
Anyway, no matter what emotions I felt or what resolutions I made, the movement to destroy me further was continuing mechanically, without any emotion, as planned.
The currently planned duration of the procedure is one week.
The first day hasn’t even passed yet, and it’s only the first thing written on an endless receipt.
The writhing malice doesn’t even show its teeth.
Only I still don’t know.
Ha Eun-man could not know.
