Chapter 272 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Livestock Toilet, Training Complete♥ (2)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Livestock toilet, training completed♥ (2)
A murky swamp with no end in sight, submerged until it reaches the bottom… The one-sided release or trampling of a desire that seemed to have no way out.
I devoted myself to serving with utmost love and devotion.
A fishy taste that seeps like residue all over the tongue… The bitter taste of love.
Why do I feel so happy, even though each one of those actions has lowered my self-esteem and my pride as a human being?
I dragged my chest to the ground and bowed so close that my forehead hit the floor.
Naked body, a type of Ochetuji also called Dogeja.
It’s a very simple thing to put into words, but just the act of bowing down and bowing your head degrades a person’s heart and erodes their dignity as a human being.
Those who don’t know don’t know.
Not being looked at the same way.
A person wearing clothes and a person naked.
There are people who stand normally and just look down at you with an overbearing gaze, and people who can’t even look at your face and can only lie flat on the floor.
In itself, the two relationships are by no means equal.
The gaze of a master and a slave.
However, it doesn’t stop there.
Put your lips on the shoe.
Not only that, he licked and sucked the soles of his shoes as if his tongue and lips were some kind of mop or cheap cleaning tool.
Even though he was showing off his obscene naked body and was coquettishly behaving in an act that was humiliating in itself, there was no stopping in his movements.
If you’ve washed and worn your shoes, the next step is above.
Following the popliteal fossa, thighs and buttocks.
There… That filthy place, the hole… Master’s anus. In a place that turns red with shame just thinking about it, lovers kiss each other tenderly.
I commit it.
A terrible fall.
How far does it fall?
However, those feelings of humiliation and shame are buried by even more burning emotions and soon become nothing.
The shock of a person no longer being a person is an emotion and impulse so strong that one may think it is nothing.
Love.
Pure love.
When I think of my master’s body and my body passionately serving him, I feel happy just thinking about that feeling… A deep happiness envelops my whole body, as if I am immersed in a swamp that I cannot escape from.
The female who never knew love or could not understand love.
The livestock that was just going into heat when desire dictated.
Now I know love. Now I understand love.
No, it has been distorted so that there is no choice but to understand.
Injection of emotion called affection involved in the core.
The emotions of love and affection that were embedded in Ha-eun’s underlying psychology by extracting the intense emotions of ordinary moments, which were sometimes fresh, sometimes passionate, or sweet, and intentionally twisting and distorting them in a way that could only be felt as malice. Method of expression, way of dating.
When a person or a lover feels love, the direction of the specific electric signal that repeats in the mind, the chemical reaction of love that explodes like a firecracker in the head at that time, and the specific direction that dominates the heart of the lover and makes it possible to actually achieve the feeling of love. Excessive secretion of hormones and excessive expression of special emotions and moods that originate in the limbic system of the brain.
A hot love like a severe midsummer fever, the feelings felt by a fresh-faced girl who couldn’t escape that love, and the feelings Ha-eun is currently feeling
In terms of results, there wasn’t much difference between the two.
It makes you lose control, sometimes makes you want to give everything you have, and sometimes makes you crazy.
A very noble and precious thing that burns passion, youth, and dreams overnight… Emotion.
It makes you think only of that person all day long, makes you think of only that person, and makes you laugh and cry at every expression and action of that person.
The fever is so severe and intense that you can’t escape it easily, it immerses you in it and makes you think only about it.
Love.
Ah… Love.
The feelings of love that Ha-eun was actually feeling, and the results were extremely consistent.
It’s just that the trigger and direction of the emotion are different.
Ordinary people do not feel love when they kiss the instep of a stranger.
If you place your lips on someone else’s filthy asshole, you will feel discomfort, but not affection.
I don’t feel any sympathy for being treated as a disposable masturbation tool or as a pussy hole on the street.
However, the real Ha-eun.
While the tongue crawls on the sole of the master’s feet, the lips meet, and the calf is delicately caressed, the erotic caress and service continues,
Kissing the soles, carving traces of my lipstick on the butt hole, and coquettishly running my tongue over the Achilles tendon.
I had to feel the intense feeling of love that made my heart burn.
A passionate stimulation of affection that goes beyond simple physical pleasure and shakes the heart.
The twisted feelings of love mixed with what must have been nothing more than an indulgent pleasure poured down like muddy water.
Eros of pure instinct, physical enjoyment and pleasure that was engraved at the genetic level for the prosperity of the species.
The stimulating, decadent, and sensual pleasure of the body is mixed with the extremely emotional and emotional pleasure called love.
A feeling that is sometimes irrational, extremely addictive, and drives people crazy.
Pleasure of mind and body. The two differences can no longer be viewed separately.
What is born as a result.
Extremely obedient and devoted livestock.
Even if it is thrown away after being used as a disposable masturbation tool, even if it is disposed of in an animal pen and used as a breeding tool for breeding livestock, or even if it is treated as a throwaway toilet.
I will gladly accept it, be satisfied, and rather be immersed in happiness like a girl in love.
Just like a parent’s love for their child, like a girl in love who doesn’t take care of her own situation, like a king who is bewitched by a woman destroys his country.
A one-sided and dedicated love that makes you give up everything, including your liver and gallbladder.
The center of all of Ha-eun’s values had shifted from herself to her master.
The feelings that are deeply engraved in your mind become more real as you continue to serve.
Master, my fingertips, lips, tongue.
Dignity and values, ethics and human rights.
I feel so happy every time I give it all. I was so ecstatic and happy that I could not control this exhilarating pleasure.
I couldn’t be more happy about having my body used and being able to make my master happy.
Emotions that cannot be understood with common sense, but were instilled into one-sided understanding.
From the kiss of subjugation to the beak of the foot and the bottom of the foot, which clearly shows the relationship between master and slave, to the sensational and decadent skinship that used every inch of his body as a lewd tool, to the tongue that revealed his masochism and desire for blood domination without filtering. Petting…
Following the hamstrings, thighs, buttocks, and… When, between the folds of the master’s anus, a sweet kiss was shared between lovers… ♡
Unclean, dirty, anus.
On the surface, I left a mark identical to the shape of my lips, leaving behind a lipstick mark with a bright red shine as telltale evidence. ♥
As my dignity falls, the joy of being able to offer it to my master overflows and overflows.
The humble smile that blooms never ends ♡
A feeling so intense that no other feeling can come to mind.
I am completely wrapped in the bubble of love, and my head is drowning in the swamp of affection.
Even crumbs kiss in an unusual way.
No, our mouths aren’t even touching, so can this really be called a kiss?
However, based on Ha-eun’s feelings, it could be said to be a fresh kiss between a lover and a lover.
Usually, beyond shame, one feels shame and humiliation, and Ha-eun, who would have had to endure such an experience, would not have even thought of such an attempt.
How should I express myself to please the male, and what form should I use my tongue to serve my master?
My heart remembered. I don’t know, but I accept it.
Even though it was not a memory, he was convinced that what happened that day had happened to him.
Although it is an impossible error, there is no doubt that it was an error.
I don’t recognize it.
Why do I have to remember the red cheeks of shame in this natural act of service, without realizing the expression of those emotions?
However, as the engraved emotions and senses illuminated the path, I continued to serve the body in a more decadent and more lustful manner.
If I can please my master, if I can make him excited by my body…
The expansion of the angry meat stake is clearly visible.
That alone makes me happy and dizzy… I can’t hide the soaring ecstasy.
Nevertheless, the smile that shines through is the fresh lines of a girl in love.
Even though his actions are extremely vulgar, the smile in his eyes is extremely lovely.
A devoted livestock that can’t help but give its body and heart in hopes that its owner will be happy.
There is nothing but joy and joy in the act itself.
Therefore, I cannot help but feel sad that my service has no choice but to stop there.
Based on my memories and experiences, I pray for service filled with shame, masochism, and decadence. The master’s hand, overflowing with excitement, grasps the horns of the sheep that rise above my head.
Roughly and violently, as if grabbing the handlebars of a motorcycle.
I was pulled so strongly from my head that it was physically impossible for me to continue serving my master on my own.
I control my body as I please, as if I were holding a control stick that actually controls my body.
One-sided violation by the master, for the master, and only the master.
The light fellatio, like a soft lover’s kiss, suddenly becomes a sadistic iramaccio that pierces my lungs and comes to destroy my mouth. It gets ruined.
It gets crushed and crushed under pressure and breaks down.
It’s inserted, driven in, and the violent, violence-like back and forth movement of the stake continues inside my body—it’s going crazy.
An industrial hydraulic press machine that is said to be able to instantly crush even a whole piece of steel—I have never actually experienced that sensation, but I really had the illusion of being crushed under a lump of metal plate.
I feel it, and I am immersed in extreme violent affection and happiness at that fact.
No mouth, no bottom, no butt.
It was unilaterally used by the owner and used again.
How much has it been used?
A heavy gray-white liquid that is already embarrassing to be called a liquid.
Thick chunks of jelly, which could easily be called solid, are vomited out inside me and into the female’s hole.
I am the baby who was thrown up to repaint all the females in my master’s colors from start to finish.
Before I knew it, the bright red healthy mucous membrane had been swallowed up by a white jelly mass with a slightly yellowish tint.
But, that’s why I see this appearance, the traces of my body that was freely used and discarded by my master.
I’m becoming more lovable than ever.
I can’t stop smiling.
Heesilheesil─ Draws a dark line around the mouth, as if it were a poonsu.
Even the feel of the white cloudy liquid overflowing from the drawn lines is pleasing─♡
I can’t hold back the feelings of love that swell and explode.
It was pounded into place, pounded down like a pestle, and crushed down like a stone being stepped on.
I vomited out semen, my stomach was completely filled with semen, and even though I vomited it up, it sank down with the heavy semen that was injected.
Mouth hole, butt hole, pussy hole.
All holes are… All♡
A series of extremely devastating, blissfully happy, and ecstatic moments.
It was so intense.
To the point where I look like a five-year-old child who hasn’t had a good coat of paint, my hole is white and cloudy… Sticky chunks of jelly flow and leak out endlessly.
Ah… ♡
It couldn’t have been too bad that I couldn’t stop the leaking baby seed.
The master’s heavy bat was so violent.
That violent movement was so strong.
The gaping hole is red and swollen, showing no sign of closing, but bursts open, exposing the internal organs.
One corner of the bed mattress, which was a fairly solid brand, had collapsed due to repeated vibrations and was dented.
A bitch’s moaning sound that fills the narrow room, a creaking friction sound that signals the limit of intense exercise, and the ecstatic scream of a livestock that is close to death.
Only after all the holes are wide open, wide open, and there is no choice but to fully expose the shameful and lustful insides.
Only then could the one-sided violation between the owner and the livestock, full of lust and livestock, which seemed like it would never end, come to an end.
Eyes that have completely lost focus.
The pupils were alert, unable to see the shape, and the sight of the waist shaking for a long time even after the cock was pulled out was so pitiful…
Pop— The hole that opened up had no intention of closing… I didn’t know how much he had vomited, but he just vomited out chunks of cloudy jelly.
It looked like a flower pot that never seemed to dry up.
The scene made one wonder whether she was even breathing properly, but even in this situation, Ha-eun was unable to lose consciousness.
It’s really hard to understand how something could be done without falling apart.
The mindset and manners of livestock were just unilaterally coerced.
There were no special drugs injected to force awakening, no physical measures involving special devices prepared, and no interference by magical rituals that crept into the mind.
The result of pure mental distortion without any deception.
It was easy to guess how thick and vicious the wedge of suggestion driven into Ha-eun’s brain was by seeing her easily overcome physical limitations within the scope of common sense with just the scars engraved on her mind.
It’s not that I didn’t faint, it’s that I didn’t.
The difference between the two is
As long as the master’s wife did not fall, they were not allowed to even think about the idea of livestock losing consciousness during service.
How pathetic that sight is… How vulgar it is.
A white turbidity that thoroughly colors the bedsheets.
The traces of the male are so vibrating that milky white traces can be found anywhere on the body, not to mention the hair, milky breasts, between the still panting waist, armpits, and navel.
I don’t know how much semen she had coughed up, but every inch of Ha-eun’s body was covered in thick evidence of the male.
Although she is not aware of it, a few strands of dull cock hair fall out between her lips, distorting her delicate face in a lewd and vulgar way.
The harshly terrible smell of sex.
Inside, Mai-seong leisurely changed her clothes by herself, perhaps feeling full of excitement.
It was a stark contrast to Ha-eun’s pathetic appearance, her waist shaking as if she had been electrocuted.
After adjusting her appearance, she lights up a high-quality cigarette that costs about 200,000 won per pack with a clicking sound.
The lighter is a golden Zippo lighter.
It is a luxurious and stylishly designed gem, but when it is placed in Mai Seong’s hands, it appears to be nothing more than an attempt by her grandson to show off his wealth.
Intense sex, followed by a cool cigarette.
I was able to taste a result that satisfied my heart, as if it was worth spending a lot of money.
Her original version of Ha-eun was something she liked quite a bit, but Ha-eun’s body, which had been perfected over the past two weeks, and her mindset fit her tastes perfectly, making time pass by while listening to her struggling. I didn’t know
The movements that stimulate just the right amount of sadism, the voluptuous breasts that tickle a man’s psyche, and the delicate body of Liddy that do not match her ferocious breasts.
In particular, the genes of this species, which has evolved solely to attract males, and the traces of heredity that can be seen in even the smallest actions, sometimes make it seem as if even they will let go of the ropes of the opposite sex.
Even the smell of sweat that blooms during intense lovemaking is optimized to attract males.
There was no way the bicorn blood, which possesses females and faithfully follows its instincts, would not respond to that temptation, and especially with Ha-eun serving more devotedly today, it seemed like he was exerting a little more effort than usual.
The sweltering heat of the room.
Taking the traces of conquest that overflow from the hole called a hole as an accompaniment, I suck in the cigarette smoke deep into my throat.
Finally, instead of using an ashtray, he used the pale skin of Ha-eun’s thigh to extinguish her cigarette.
Instead of her pain, the sight of her moaning in pleasure and squirting loudly looked both comical and erotic.
With a satisfied smile on my face, I leave for today’s work.
The weight of the blanket covering her shoulders is a sign of her own consideration for her slave.
However, the blanket that was roughly covered over Ha-eun’s body actually trapped and blocked the heat of love that had heated up the past time from escaping.
A day passed since then, and even until the moment Ha-eun opened her eyes, she kept the lingering feeling of passionate sex in her mind.
As a result, as soon as Ha-eun, who was drenched in the smell of her sex, opened her eyes, she felt the pleasure accumulated in her body again and again… She couldn’t help but climax unsightly.
After coming to my senses, I go down to bed and take a shower.
It is common sense that she uses all four feet, even when getting out of bed and opening the bathroom door.
Rather, she feels an incomprehensible mystery about the fact that she walked on two feet in the past.
All furniture in the house was made with the assumption that people would walk on two feet and use both hands, so it is natural to feel uncomfortable with this sudden change.
However, she does not understand the sudden discomfort.
With her unfamiliar movements, but with her remembered movements, she unnaturally used her mouth to turn the doorknob.
With the stimulation of the doorknob felt between closed lips, the sight of the lower part slowly getting wet is a bonus.
The coolness of the bathtub felt between the palms of my hands feels unfamiliar.
It’s a natural thing to do at work, but the cold that comes unexpectedly
Squat down in a dog-like ‘stand up’ position and open the shower hose.
As an act of service to her master, it is common sense that she cannot use her front paws unless ordered to do so.
Likewise, the act of allowing livestock to soak themselves in warm water at will was considered outrageous.
Early spring.
The weather is still chilly, not much different from late winter.
Cold water that feels like thin ice hits my skin.
It is so ruthless that it would be more accurate to describe it as washing rather than bathing.
The harshness that left no trace of warmth was now no different from common sense for Ha-eun.
If there is one difference between the image of yourself in your memories.
The pervert-like body is reacting to the cold water droplets that warmly stimulate the skin and goes into heat.
Even though my whole body was hit by cold water droplets, the hot, lewd sex did not stop.
And not being able to use her front paws makes it difficult for her to do basic things like soaping or shampooing her hair.
However, livestock that exist to serve their master need to be kept clean in order to please their master at any time.
You should wash your body thoroughly.
I remembered the method.
It’s definitely something we’ve done time and time again.
It was common to use washing machines and disinfection machines to wash pigs, cows, horses, etc., But unfortunately, now that we don’t have such tools, we have to use showers that people use.
It is natural for people to use a shower head when taking a shower, but twisted common sense induces a sense of guilt that cannot be washed away from such an obvious thing.
It was so funny to see him later trembling and confessing this obvious thing to his master as if he had committed a serious crime.
The inflated sense of guilt inevitably made Ha-eun’s cleaning actions more rough.
Since it cannot use its front paws, it uses its mouth to drop soap and shampoo on the floor and then rolls around violently, as if rubbing itself on top of it.
A miserable sight where it is difficult to tell whether someone is wiping the floor with their body or wiping their body on the floor.
However, even at such moments, I feel pleasure from the hard stimulation of the floor… Let go of the dirty talk.
A vulgar and pervert sight that cannot be seen as the same human being.
Since she can’t use her front feet, she uses the hardness of the floor to rub her pussy.
They covet the pleasure of crushing, trampling, and crushing.
In order to wash away the semen in the hole and inside the stomach that has not yet been expelled, lie down flat on the floor and press your stomach vigorously.
In addition to the pressure pressing down on the internal organs, an eruption… Precious master’s semen♡
As if mesmerized by the heat, I approach.
I press my lips to my master’s precious baby, mixed with shampoo, soapy water, and water droplets dripping from my body.
A truly abject and miserable sight.
However, I feel that a dark and soggy desire that I can’t do anything about is being satisfied by that act.
My own distorted way of loving.
I feel warm feelings of love filling my heart just by the thought of kissing my dear master’s baby.
Her behavior is no different from that of a prostitute on the street, spreading her legs for a small amount of money.
The mindset is that of a fresh-faced girl who just fell in love for the first time.
I could only watch with sadness as the traces of the master filled in flowed down.
Due to the painful feelings of love, I masturbated on the bathroom floor… I masturbate again.
The obscene sound of water obscured by the sound of falling shower water.
Tease… Tease… I masturbated.
The humble and sad smile that naturally appeared in that situation was truly befitting of a subhuman livestock.
