Chapter 269 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd Basement Floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-Affiliated Practice Area – Toilet Etiquette Injection Station. (8)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd basement floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-affiliated practice area – Toilet etiquette injection station. (8)
Self-consciousness, self-esteem, human rights, common sense, ego, values, ethical awareness, and moral concepts that people naturally have and must have as humans.
However, these are things that will not be needed at all by those who will now become livestock.
Now that they were no different from someone else’s property, I had a duty to make them understand my situation.
Accordingly, the things that should be most precious to humans are made as if they never had them in the first place.
And there were surprisingly many different ways to completely destroy such noble things and make them disappear.
If you look at the methods of use, there are three main types.
Methods such as magic or magical rituals, methods through injection of chemical drugs or forced electric signals, and classical methods through learning and education.
It may be that awareness of human rights has been thrown away as dog food, but there is no method that is not terrible, but among them, cognitive modification through classical methods can be said to be the most disgusting and terrible.
Unlike simple and reliable methods using transcendent magical measures or abnormally developed scientific civilization, the classical method, which consisted only of exploration of the human body and human psychology, was bound to harbor an inherent viciousness.
The act of soaking brain fluid in a container of colorful medicine or inserting 12 cm long needles into the cerebrum, frontal lobe, and pituitary gland and supporting the brain with electricity as if doing a heart massage cannot be described as normal, but if you compare it to the latter method, it shows a trace of humanity. It will look like it remains.
The difference between dropping one’s head off with a guillotine or cutting off each piece of flesh with a razor blade until death.
Death… The result is the same, but the process is very different.
You have to invest several months into something that can be completed in just one day.
There is an overwhelming difference in the cost and time required to produce results.
The height of inefficiency.
Nevertheless, the reason why classical techniques are still being used is simply due to human sadism.
Accordingly, the classical method is largely geometric.
Now, the video playing on Ha-eun’s visual device did that.
It felt as if Ha-eun had truly become the person responsible for the execution.
No, beyond the vividness, for the current Ha-eun, the content in that video is truly no different from what she experienced in the past.
There is a technique called white torture.
Although the principle and method itself is quite simple, it is a truly terrible torture technique.
People are confined in a closed white space, painted only white, without any windows. To put it simply, that’s just the story.
It’s not like planting electrodes in your brain or touching your skin with a soldering iron every minute.
No special magical spells are used, nor are any special chemicals injected into the space.
However, it does nothing.
Nothing happens.
That’s all.
With just that, a person’s spirit is easily broken down and crumbles like a grain of sand.
A space that is just white and made of smooth, soft rubber.
It’s not like your eyes are covered, your nose is blocked, so you can’t breathe, or your hands and feet are tied.
Just a pure white rubber suit finished with thick rubber.
I don’t understand at first.
Ha-eun couldn’t understand what was happening on the other side of the screen, which was running at 64x speed.
Just a bleak white room.
It’s a little dazzling, but that’s it.
The serene silence and the body, which was not in any way inconvenient, were not bad at all.
So I just wonder.
But 1 minute, 1 second.
As time passes, you have no choice but to realize that something was seriously wrong.
White cotton made of soft rubber.
Even if you run, hit, or struggle, there is no sound.
When a rubber glove meets a rubber tile, no sensation is transmitted.
There was no feeling whatsoever in the fist that must have been thrown out.
Even the slightest bursting noise that should come from the wall… It doesn’t reach my ears.
The only things that are reflected in the eyes are white walls and white tiles.
In the unchanging environment of the cage, you soon lose your sense of time.
The painless nutritional patch injected into the nape of the neck took away the sense of taste that could have been felt even when eating.
The same goes for defecation. The muscle relaxation patch injected into the sphincter and the rubber hose included in the suit make it impossible to even feel the sensation of defecation.
Even if you tap your cheek, pinch the back of your hand, or hit your head against the wall…
Stimulation that cannot be obtained, sensation that cannot be felt.
A silent space where not even the sound of water drops or footsteps are allowed.
Just like that, only time, only time leisurely… It just flows quietly without being felt.
The moderately pleasant cool air that fills the room.
Now, it takes away the environmental discomfort that one should naturally feel.
It prevents people from even enjoying the right to sweat or shiver from the cold.
Unchanging scenery and unfeelable stimulation slowly eat away at a person’s spirit.
It makes me wonder if I’m even alive.
It makes me crazy.
However, since I can only hear my own voice, I just whisper quietly, using my own voice as my only support.
Talking to yourself, humming the latest pop music, or old music that has already become a glory of the past.
Sometimes he proves the formula with just his lips, and sometimes he mutters about his hopeless future.
Talking to myself increases.
However, this whispering to myself was the only stimulus that made me feel alive.
If this had also been taken away, I would have gone crazy by now.
256x speed, time in the video passes in the blink of an eye.
However, to Ha-eun, who was being directly injected with fragments of extracted emotions, every minute and second could not help but feel extremely realistic.
At least beyond the video, Ha-eun’s memories were flowing the same regardless of the magnification.
I gave up on moving.
She realized that no matter what she did, she couldn’t feel anything.
Time just passes quietly.
Rather, they are caught up in the discomfort of not feeling anything even though their body is moving, and they begin to feel afraid of the act of moving their body.
A terrible illusion, as if my body was not being moved by me, but was being moved by someone in my head using a controller.
The more you move your body, the more your body loses its independence.
That’s why I cling desperately to talking to myself.
At least this sound, this voice coming out of my mouth makes me feel like this body, my body, is controlled by my own will and is mine alone.
However, the self-talk that was thought to be endless gradually reveals its limits.
It doesn’t mean that the voice no longer comes out.
The mouth was still moving freely, and the ears to receive the sound were fine.
It’s just that I’m starting to doubt whether what I’m really saying is correct.
The constant self-talk.
I can’t be sure if this sound ringing in my mind is really coming out of my mouth or if it’s just a sound in my own imagination.
I am consumed by the fear that the chattering in my ears may be nothing more than an auditory hallucination.
I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut.
I, of course, was not opening my mouth.
Really?
Was it really like that?
But my voice is still heard in my ears.
Sometimes I heard a lyric from an opera I went to see with my mother when I was young, and other times I heard the words I whispered to myself to calm myself.
I’m obviously keeping my mouth shut.
No, is it really right to keep your mouth shut?
More and more… It becomes impossible to be sure.
I am becoming unable to accept whether I am really moving my body.
Eventually, I began to fall into the illusion that I was not the owner of my body.
Every hour, every moment is full of hallucinations, and my ears are full of whispers that I don’t know if they are hallucinations or not.
Complete loss of identity.
Without words… I repeat the days like a doll without saying a word.
Ego identity was bleached, and subjectivity became indistinguishable from other people’s possessions.
Approximately, close to 3 months.
The eyes showed only bleached white, the body no longer moved, and the lips stopped moving.
Ha-eun’s insides are no different from a hollow doll.
The inside is now filled with someone else’s sound.
A voice whispering in my ear.
It’s clearly not my voice but someone else’s, but I mistake it for the true sound of my own body.
Sit, lie down, hands, feet, pussy…
I completely mistake the sound ringing in my ears as the sound made by the owner of my own body and follow its movements.
Eventually, we leave the rubber room.
Only then does the rubber suit come off.
The feeling of the body returning.
But the sensations of my body no longer felt like mine.
It’s all about other people’s senses.
The master seen through his eyes. It had become the owner’s terminal.
My senses, my sounds, my ownership of my body.
Realize that it is no longer yours.
When your pussy is used by a dick, you only feel that it is being used as a masturbation tool.
Thorough and complete self-submission.
Ha-eun, engraved in my memory, had now become nothing more than Mai-seong’s finger.
The individual’s will has been completely removed, he has lost his identity and has become a biological onahole, like an externally attached masturbation device.
Ha-eun’s free will no longer exists.
A living tool.
Bioattached vagina.
The memories of that time, the emotions I felt at that moment… Ha-eun is motivated to think that it is only hers and becomes polluted.
Just a handful of salt thrown into the lake.
However, the salty water from the beach steadily seeps in, turning the lake into seawater.
However, this is only one short story among many records.
Continuing, and then again.
The inhumane reality of livestock, education, and that terrible memory trample on Ha-eun’s ego.
An off-label, off-label drug administered throughout the body.
It was used as a biological part to obtain data on a drug that had not even passed preclinical testing, let alone the clinical trial stage.
As a minor side effect, orgasms aren’t great.
42 orgasms in 1 second.
The scream, which was already no different from a scream, continued for 744 hours until all brain cells were contaminated with pleasure.
Approximately 112,492,800 times.
The wave of devastating pleasure, which continues at a speed far faster than the heart rate, continues until the moment when the brain cells are bleached.
A spirit that was completely subdued and violated.
You are made to consider the memory of that moment as yours alone.
Subspecies of monster, Giant Herpes Bore.
Height 4.3 m. A public wedding was held between a gigantic monster in the shape of a twisted wild boar weighing 4.3 tons and about 60 guests.
Among the guests who graced the occasion were Ha-eun’s parents, who raised her, co-workers from her human days, and her close friends.
Shiny golden piercings on the nipples and clitoris.
Dressed in a pure white wedding dress that doesn’t cover my skin at all, I cross the red Virgin Road, led by the Giant Herpes Boer who will become my husband.
The necklace that is tying my neck is fixed to the pig’s massive cock and is pulled by the lead… Crawling on all fours.
A position at the bottom, below pigs, no, monsters.
When I was a human, I appeared to the people who were more precious to me than anyone else, and received blessings…
The wedding between livestock and monsters continues.
A kiss of oath to the vicious spiral-shaped cock.
The kiss of love, which should be precious, is stained with the fishy smell of chestnut flowers.
Under the heads of the guests who were forcibly injected with love and admiration, and who remembered Ha-eun when she was human.
They expose their navels and assume a posture of submission.
The mating that marks the end of Hle.
The characteristics of the uterus have already been completely replaced with those of a pig, and from then on, Ha-eun is given the role of a servant to train a human mount.
She doesn’t feel any doubt about that fact.
All you can do is experience the overwhelming female sensation of 4.3 tons being crushed under the new groom’s belly button.
It has been delivered to a pig farm that wants a new breed.
Unnecessary arms and legs were replaced with real pig tissue.
To Ha-eun, the fact that livestock crawl on all fours is as common sense as the fact that the Earth is flat, and she does not find anything strange about a pig conceiving a pig’s child.
Happy days of slaughtering a young pig, eating its fodder, and being bred by her husband.
Soon after, Ha-eun felt no discomfort at the sight of the piglet that was born in her womb, and her life as a livestock was nothing special.
It was installed as a toilet for sexual desires in slums to maintain public order.
It’s not strange to relieve one’s sexual desires in the toilet.
Urinating into the nostril of a toilet is not something special.
Using hair instead of toilet paper, inserting a dick into a perfectly prepared breast pussy, and feeling a heart pounding sensation from the dick were all natural, and I thought so.
Even when a colorful condom was swallowed into the mouth hole instead of a trash can, even when the tongue was used instead of an ashtray, and even when the uterus was used instead of a urine bucket, the lying jig—your cheek full of disgusting cum, grime, and impure urine residue Even the moment it was rubbed and used like toilet paper…
Ha-eun always felt grateful and grateful to humans ♡
Whenever a human who used the toilet leaves the bathroom, she always sends him off with a naked hug filled with respect and sincere love.
In her memories, in her feelings… Ha-eun did not feel any doubt.
There was no coherence or logical derivation, but these were undoubtedly her own memories and feelings.
It’s as if she doesn’t have any doubts about her ability to recall the three letters of her name.
This… ♡ There is no way to question the fact that her loving memories are the emotions Ha-eun experienced and her memories.
When she was 25, she fell into a premeditated false accusation ─ the day she became a nationally designated toilet.
At the age of 20, on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, Ha-eun’s body became the property of a conglomerate who coveted her body,
In the spring of 28, I had the experience of being officially accepted into a pig farm after being used as an outcast by a criminal organization.
Everything Ha-eun experienced.
It may be a bit vague and logically impossible, but her memory was definitely something I had experienced.
What’s more terrible is that it’s like inserting an advertisement in the middle of a video.
In between shows of destructive sadism towards livestock, she whispers her love for her lover… So, let’s briefly summarize the video.
In terms of overall ratio, it is about 30 seconds in 30 minutes.
Although the intracerebral stimulation lasted only 30 seconds, the constant illusion of illusion succeeded in deceiving Ha-eun’s body.
The moment she is treated as a tool, she feels her newlywed affection for her master.
She accepts the one-sided violence of being beaten like a punching bag as an expression of affection between lovers.
Her fresh feelings of first love are evoked by being treated like a toilet and urinating on her pussy.
… No matter how their body is treated, they see it all as an expression of their master’s affection toward them, and they are made to feel the illusion that they are loved.
I don’t feel anything strange.
Domestic animals that cannot learn love and have no choice but to seek affection through kinky sexual acts.
It falls.
Fall ─ sink.
She was so polluted that she could not even doubt the common sense that she was a pig.
Although it is not an officially recognized livestock, it is the completion of livestock that is no different from livestock.
In 24 hours, there were more than 40 different types of videos shown in Ha-eun’s mind.
In the cloudy self, Ha-eun’s consciousness, which is the core, shines brightly, but the emotions of the extracted livestock color the surroundings completely black.
I feel ashamed for no reason about her walking around the streets naked.
Shame on you, livestock… I feel a common-sense aversion to wearing clothes.
Crawling on all fours is extremely awkward.
I feel uncomfortable, and a sense of human humiliation envelops my whole body.
However, livestock walking on two feet is something that should not happen in either world.
Accordingly, it could be said that Ha-eun crawling on all fours was completely common sense.
When you hear the voice of a human being, you must pray with your whole body with a feeling of respect and submission.
In the morning, when you meet a person, it is a proper thing to do, like saying hello.
However, for some reason, when I think of myself like that, my skin turns red from embarrassment.
Why?
Ha-eun’s common sense mixes with values that are not her own, and the common sense that Ha-eun previously had melts into someone else’s values.
They are dyed with turbid colors and become entangled, each other’s colors fading… Eventually, it emerges as a color of deception, thinking that it was originally one.
The skills and experience of an actor who had experienced all kinds of lewd acts with a skilled prostitute were injected, and he came to regard the emotions and memories of livestock deprived of everything human as something he had actually experienced, and at the basis of all his actions was his own. It was injected thoroughly—without exception—to remind me of a sense of affection and affection that I had never experienced before.
Now, even as I look at the temporary slave identification card hanging on the back of my neck, I have no doubts about the reality that I see myself as livestock.
An easy-to-use livestock and a complete infusion of etiquette into the toilet.
There was a feeling that the customer’s needs were met somewhat excessively, but I don’t think it would be a big problem.
Worries about possible minor fines melt away without a trace in the humble and charming smile, as if looking at a beautiful superhuman being reflected through the lens.
The experiment was successful───
This is the most blatant proof that even a shameless, unnecessarily proud superhuman can be reduced to the lowest level of human beings if the conditions and circumstances are right.
In the end, these idiots proved that they were nothing more than gorillas with little strength.
Gorillas, like gorillas, should be put on display inside the enclosure of the zoo.
An unknown researcher was able to smile with great satisfaction.
A truly mean, refreshing smile.
The sprouted plot quietly spreads without anyone noticing… It secretly connects between comrades.
A story of an unknown possibility that has absolutely nothing to do with Ha-eun’s future or the future of its owner, Mai-seong.
A secret conspiracy of possibility spreads silently up the chimney.
The slightest possibility, which may or may not happen, may reveal its fangs to someone else, somewhere else, at another time. However, since that story has nothing to do with Ha-eun’s future, there will be no problem.
It was indeed a good thing.
The damp smile of a poor man who sincerely wishes to become a domestic animal.
Even now, I have no doubts about the fact that I am crawling around the outside of the test site on four legs.
It won’t take a long time to realize how much my mindset and values have been contaminated and how damaged they have been.
It won’t be a long time in the future before she, who will soon be reduced to the status of a slave, will give up all of her last remaining human rights.
A humble sow seems to have a status that matches her.
It was as natural as a needle being dragged by a stone.
