A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 350: Heart-Pounding (4) *

Chapter 350: Heart-Pounding (4) *

There was a time when I also dreamed of love.

What. Why are you looking at me like that?

It's not like I was crazy about sex from the beginning.

Before the doujinshi incident that shook my walls.

No, even after that, until I became aware of the walls myself.

I also would normally make a fuss with my friends, talk about handsome male idols, or puff out my chest by talking about who in my class was dating who.

I once liked a boy in my class.

What. Although those romantic feelings have never come true.

At that time, I wasn't the jack-of-all-trades who was good at everything like I am now, and above all, my ability to act was poor.

Is it a bit harsh to say it sucks? Let's say you are an ordinary student who did only what his parents told him to do.

So, even if you like someone, you just keep it in your heart, and if you grow apart due to a change in grade, that's it.

When I think about it now, it wasn't love, it was just curiosity about the opposite sex, or a yearning to try something called 'love'.

A wonderful love that appears in movies and cartoons for girls.

Realizing my own thoughts, I stayed up all night heartbroken by my wavering mind that I couldn't figure out on my own.

The kind of love that comes after going through hardships and adversity and confirming each other's feelings.

What. I still yearn for that kind of love.

My castle wall looks like this, but a castle wall and love are different, right?

I just haven't met someone to love like that.

In that sense, the hypnosis I experienced this time was quite interesting to me.

In the sense that you can feel a love that you have never experienced before, at least similarly.

– Hororok.

Based on the experience I gained from the first sip, which I spit out without realizing it because of the heat, I cautiously took a sip.

Subtle sweetness.

Now that I think about it, sweetness in this game has always been a sign of weakness or hypnosis.

Aphrodisiacs taste sweet, and Asil also described hypnosis as a sweet scent.

But this was a little different. So it took me a long time to come up with this idea.

If a medicine is usually said to have the intense sweetness of sticking one's tongue into a honey pot, the sweetness felt in this tea could be said to be honey water diluted with water in an appropriate ratio.

Moreover, there was no obvious effect such as the body becoming hot after drinking it.

However, it had no effect on the body, but it was clearly effective.

"How do you feel?"

The man's voice 'sweetly' tickled my ears.

My head turned without realizing it.

My body moved before I could even think about anything.

Like Pavlov's dog, tamed with meat and bells, her body reflexively yearned for a man's affection.

I wish I could see it with my eyes, hear it with my ears, and feel it with my body just once more.

Flora was already in the arms of the man who looked like that.

Inside the beautifully dressed sleeveless dress, the man's hand, inserted into the hole in the armpit, was trampling arbitrarily.

Judging by the fact that his elbow went so deep that he couldn't see it, he might be caressing his stomach rather than his chest.

Flora was held in the man's arms, and whenever his hand under her clothes moved, she could only moan softly with a red face.

Fortunately, I didn't feel the squishy jealousy I felt yesterday. Is it because I was slightly out of hypnosis thanks to you?

Anyway, it was a good thing. Because the memory of being hostile to a good child like Flora wasn't very pleasant.

While enjoying Flora's inner skin, the man was looking at me.

I couldn't be happier that those eyes were on me.

"Huh. It's delicious."

Even after saying that, I was even more surprised.

Is this the voice I made?

A fawning voice I never imagined I could produce.

However, contrary to my inner shock, my body moved on its own and sat down next to the man.

The man's scent subtly stimulated the tip of his nose.

I took a deep breath without being noticed and leaned into the man's arms.

"Haha. "It looks like you've become very familiar with the etiquette of our city in just one day."

"Huh..."

The man's words are like a refuge, saying that this is nothing more than etiquette.

Before I knew it, the man's hand around my shoulder was naturally massaging my breast.

"Aha... ?"

I hurriedly covered his mouth, but all the moans had already come out.

No. You think I was so lewd just because my breasts were massaged?

Well, from the moment my fingers dug into my chest, I felt a rush of exhilarating pleasure and endless happiness...

After hearing a sweet moan that made me feel like I was melting, the man seemed to have resolved his doubts about me and started to treat me more comfortably.

The man said, massaging Flora to his heart's content with me and Flora on each side.

"How is it. If it's okay with you two, could I tell you a little more about the culture of this city today?"

I didn't feel like refusing.

?

A room in a mansion where three men and women gathered naked.

The man asked us to adapt to his taste.

Of course, since we 'love' him, we were willing to grant any request.

There was no particular disadvantage to not being asked, but the happiness that came from being asked by a man and feeling needed was too great to refuse.

As a result.

"Uh, hehe... (Uh, there...)"

I was tied with a rope and hung from the ceiling, wearing a blindfold and a ball gag.

Arms and legs too. He was tied tightly with rope and could not move.

The only things that can move are fingers and toes. Even if I could move it, it was meaningless.

This, this... I know what it is.

A type of SM tendency. Did you say rope bunny?

A type of bondage, the tendency to be excited about being tied up and restrained by another person.

What. This is the one who suffers. What do you call the tendency to get excited by tying things up? I couldn't remember very well.

Anyway, that's it.

This man has quite a hard personality.

Although I couldn't see it because of the blindfold, there was a high possibility that Flora was going through something similar to me.

"Haha. Sorry. "It's a little late, right?"

A moment later, footsteps were heard, and a man approached.

Maybe it was because my eyes were covered, but my voice sounded sweeter than usual.

That alone made my pussy wet.

I could feel the rope digging into the crack and getting wet with love juice.

"I have something to prepare. "I think everyone will like it."

– Huh!

A dull sound cutting through the air.

It was light enough to be a club, but dull to a whip.

It seemed like it would hurt if I got hit by anything.

I don't like being sick.

"I'll tell you in advance, it might hurt a little. Would you mind? Hehe."

The man's smile had a teasing tone.

The mean laugh of a man who knows that there is no way a hypnotized woman will not listen to him.

However, when the man gently stroked my buttocks that were tied with rope, the laughter that I thought was mean sounded like the laughter of a dangerous man with something to hide.

Isn't that what it is? No. A mean person is just a bad person, but a dangerous person means that although it is risky, it has the charm to take it.

"Eup- Heeup-"

But no matter how I felt about the man's words, there was nothing I could do.

I just have a hard time spitting out words that don't make sense because I'm blocked by a ball gag.

– Voila!

A burning pain spread from the buttocks.

"Ugh!"

Palm? Or something that the man brought?

It didn't matter either way. Because pain is the same.

"Red marks left on pure white skin... Isn't it nice? "Like the urge to leave footprints for the first time in the white snow, I feel like I am leaving a mark that this woman is mine."

What is that. I don't know anything like that feeling.

Reason said so, but emotions went wild.

'He said I was his!'

The primal joy of being able to give my all to the person I 'like' filled my mind with happiness.

If I can feel this way just by being spanked, I feel like it's okay to spank as much as I want...

– Voila!

"Yes... ?"

I felt the burning pain once again.

But it wasn't as painful as the first time.

Proof that pain is this man's thing. When I thought that way, the pain that I felt, the pleasure that flowed with the pain, eased.

There was that too.

"It seems like it was burdensome as expected. "I'm sorry."

It was also due to the man's behavior of saying such things and trying to go somewhere else when he showed even the slightest sign of reluctance.

They said it was somewhere else, but knowing that Flora was nearby, it was obvious where it was.

Even though the bitter jealousy disappeared, it didn't mean the desire to possess it disappeared, so every time the man showed signs of taking a step back, I had to shake my head, suffering from the terrible feeling of being like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

"Haha. "Then is it okay?"

"Town. Ugh..."

It hurts.

I don't like being sick.

But I hate it even more when this man's attention shifts...

Driven by those emotions, I had to beg for more spankings, even as tears streamed under the blindfold from the pain.

It was miserable.

It was miserable, but the humiliation actually made me more excited.

Haha."

A miserable sight, crying in pain and clearly hating it, but unable to ask for it to stop and instead begging for more.

The man looked at me like that and laughed.

Even though you think it's bad taste, you're enjoying it. I ended up embracing the sense of accomplishment.

After that, when I was freed from the ropes that tied my body, I couldn't even put on my panties because my butt was so hot.