A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 281: By Wire (5) **

Chapter 281: By Wire (5) **

The checkpoint room was not very spacious.

In fact, there was no reason for the checkpoint to be large.

At best, all you have to do is unpack your luggage and look at the face of a wanted criminal, but what can you do if the checkpoint is so big?

Searching through the items in your chest to make sure there are no dangerous items is something you only do when you have an audience with the king, and there is no reason to check that much when you are only entering the outer castle.

If you think about it that way, it was strange that the checkpoint had separate rooms in the first place.

Just dividing the space roughly with curtains or partitions will be enough.

Then why did they build the building like this?

The reason was simple.

Because this is a night game.

They didn't bother to check everyone entering the city, they built a separate building just for inspection, they divided the rooms so that they couldn't be seen from the outside, and they placed only one soldier to do what they should do if something suspicious happened inside.

This can be explained by saying that it is all because it is a night game.

Because I have to fuck inside!!! (Important)

So, I can understand why, as soon as they found out I was a woman, they started reaching out with a shady hand, as if they had figured it out.

Besides, I don't know what to say, but 'Soira' is a beautiful girl that anyone can recognize.

If you think about it, it's natural. Yes.

For that reason, I decided to hang out with the vicious soldier who was suddenly excited and snorting.

Anyway, I have to go into the city. It was also true that you had to do what you were told.

"Put your hand on the wall."

The soldier ordered in a low voice that seemed like he was trying to appear dignified.

I put both of her hands on the wall, showing that I really had no choice.

I didn't forget to glance at the soldier while sighing slightly.

To the soldier, wouldn't it seem like an attitude of 'I know you're trying to manipulate me, but I have no choice but to go along with it?'

If you show this kind of attitude, the soldier will definitely be a little upset, but at the same time, he will be excited by the fact that he can humiliate a woman who shows this kind of attitude with his own hands.

Because men are simple.

"Hmm, hmm. "We will start the inspection, so stay still."

Stuttering over his words due to excessive excitement, the soldier slowly extended his hand towards me.

At first, I started by tapping the side of the skirt.

Perhaps this was to give the impression that it was a search, but the hand patting the area where the pocket would normally have been seemed quite familiar.

Of course, there was nothing in it. There is an inventory, so there is no need to use your pockets.

Even emergency potions are carried in a potion pouch rather than a pocket that can easily fall out.

And the soldier's hand stopped for a moment.

A look of embarrassment came from the fingers touching his waist.

I would have tried to give the impression of a cursory search by knocking on one or two more places, but there was no place for that on my clothes.

If you're an ordinary adventurer, it's normal to have a lot of things stored here and there on your body.

Main weapons, secondary weapons, potions, and even throwing weapons and magic scrolls for emergencies. It was natural to carefully pack items not only in skirt pockets but also in breast pockets and thighs.

So, while checking those places, he secretly starts to touch a strict area, and even when he gets angry asking where he touches it, he dismisses it by saying, 'I just accidentally touched it while checking the surroundings,' and then the level gradually increases.

I might have been drawing something like that...

I don't have anything like that. That's because there is inventory.

The soldier, whose plan he had used several times went awry, was embarrassed for a moment and stopped his hand, but soon started moving again.

Does this mean that inspections that only involve imitation are not that important anyway? The most important thing for a soldier would be to harass women.

The hand that was just a gentle touch gradually changed into a sticky touch.

"Aren't you hiding something here too?"

The soldier's hand was blatantly touching his buttocks.

In the meantime, the line about whether they were trying to maintain the concept of inspection was extremely cliché.

When I looked at him with puzzled eyes, he confidently met my gaze as if asking me what to do.

Okay. This is better than blushing out of embarrassment after saying something.

"Why do you look at me like that? I think there's something stabbing me. "I need to check more closely."

The soldier finally lifted her skirt and smoothed out her undergarments.

"Don't move. Do you want to be kicked out?"

He trembled slightly at the tickling feeling of someone else's touch on his skin, and the soldier, who interpreted this as a move of rejection, threatened him with a harsh tone.

At the same time, he strongly grabbed his buttocks, which he was stroking.

It was so strong that it might leave a handprint.

When my movements stopped, the soldier who was stroking and patting me again became alert to his sense of touch and felt something under his skirt.

"Huh. What is this?"

"..."

The soldier's fingers, which he had been fiddling with, were covered with a transparent liquid and were shiny.

There was no one here who did not know what it was.

The soldier smiled slyly and questioned.

"What is this? He pretended to be so calm. Was his ass pervert getting wet when touched? I am indeed. "Of all the prostitutes I've ever bought, this is the first one that got wet so quickly."

As he said that, every time he put his finger in and took it away, a transparent thread appeared and broke.

Looking at that obscene appearance, I couldn't say anything.

It wasn't that I had nothing to say.

Because I've never been a woman who gets wet this easily. It's all because of the "Honest body."

But even if I said this, it was obvious that I would just be laughed out of my mouth.

"If I had known you were such a lewd bitch, I wouldn't have had to act strange."

"What? That is... Hi!"

Before she could say anything, she was suddenly grabbed by the chest.

Even though it wasn't even a nipple, a loud sound naturally came out from the pleasure rising from my chest, which had become strangely sensitive.

The soldier massaged my breasts as if they were his own.

"Oh, oh. It's a shame to hide such a wonderful thing. "Why not just take it off?"

"I... Why... Sigh."

Every time I tried to speak, I couldn't speak properly because my breasts were being massaged hard, and my nipples were pinched.

He seemed to like it when he saw his words trailing off as he tried to hold back his moans.

No matter what I tried to say, it kept bothering me, so I decided to just keep quiet.

When I didn't react, the soldier put his hand inside my clothes through my armpit.

Perhaps because he was continuously massaging my breasts, the soldier's hands were not that cold.

However, that subtle warmth felt unpleasant.

The hand that had been playing with her breasts under her clothes soon began to move down.

The hand slowly creeping down, forcing open the extremely tight space between my skin and clothes, even reminded me of a tentacle I had encountered before.

The hand that was stroking my abdomen, paying no heed to me as I trembled from the unpleasant feeling and tickling, soon slipped out of my clothes.

If you go a little further down, it's the vagina. Why?

Those doubts were soon resolved by a clanking sound coming from behind.

The sound of something being taken off was heard, and soon a hand came under the skirt and the panties were taken off.

"Sleep... "

"Don't move!"

I haven't said anything yet.

The soldier, who seemed to be completely agitated and unable to see anything, was ready to attack me with force if I resisted.

If it were a battle of strength, I didn't think I would lose.

The soldier grabbed his buttocks and thrust his large erect cock into him.

I could feel the heat on his buttocks.

As if enjoying the softness of the skin, the hot, hard object moved back and forth across the buttocks a few times before pointing its tip downward as if it had had enough.

Soon, a sticky heat felt from the inside of my thighs, which were adjacent to my groin.

The man's large body was pressed against his back, as if he was hugging him.

Since the soldier only took off his lower body, his upper body would still be wearing hard, cold armor, but for some reason, it felt like he could feel his body temperature through the thin clothing.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The sound of rough breathing tickling the back of my neck.

The tickling sensation that made my hair stand up gave me goosebumps, but surprisingly, it didn't feel that bad this time.

What should I say? Do you feel recognized as a woman?

It hasn't been a day or two since a checkpoint was set up here, and the experience was evident in the soldier's hands touching my body.

How many women were abused by that soldier at this checkpoint?

I don't know, but it's definitely not a small number.

Still, being this excited about my body doesn't mean I'm that attractive?

Of course, I know that it is not a normal feeling to have such sentiments in a situation where you are being humiliated.

But what can you do? This is me.

As mental excitement heightened, the private parts became moist once again due to the effect of "Honest body."

I felt the love juice flowing down my thighs and touching the hot pole.

The soldier must have felt it too.

As soon as I slowly lifted my butt into a good position to insert it, my dick dug in.