A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 7: Girl Meets Boy (6) **

Chapter 7: Girl Meets Boy (6) **

At the third flash of light, the circle on the floor glowed brighter than before, and a sound clearly different from the one coming from the camera rang out.

It might be surprising to hear such a foreign sound, but no one in the room was surprised.

Soara stood motionless, and the photographer was smiling sinisterly as if he knew that would happen.

Time stop camera set.

Not long before Soira came to this village, there was a man who came to sell something that sounded suspicious to her. Where did he hear the rumor that he was in charge of taking pictures at the guild?

The item was suspicious, but the man was even more suspicious. Average height, average body type, and the appearance of only showing the area around the mouth due to the deep press. It wouldn't be surprising if he was arrested and interrogated by the guards.

Of course, the photographer did not listen to the man's words and just passed them off. If you go to a bar, at least one person will be talking about the story of a scammer who sells useless trash to people who can't use emotional magic, claiming it's a great deal.

That was until the man presented evidence.

The photo the man took out showed several women. However, everyone is naked or dressed more provocatively than naked.

Even more surprisingly, among them was a woman the photographer knew. His motivation to work for a guild in a city larger than this town. His job was the same, but he was always making fun of me because he got paid more than me, so now I hated him like an enemy.

However, he was the kind of person who just had good looks, so I couldn't follow the instinct of a sad man and break off the relationship by not even looking at his face.

In the photo, she was naked with her legs wide open and her pussy spread with her hands. Seeing him smiling there without knowing what he was doing and that it would be left as an indelible record made me feel like my nose would bleed like a lively little boy.

The man showed several more photos to the photographer, who was looking at the photos as if he were being sucked in, without even thinking about suppressing his greatly swollen crotch, saying that they were taken by another photographer who had purchased them first.

These photos are all in indescribably obscene poses. Although the photographer no longer knew the woman, it was at least enough to prove that the item the man was trying to sell was not a fake.

The photographer bought a camera with all his money on the spot. I had to worry about starving starting today, but at least the brain in my lower body approved that there was no problem.

The instructions left by the man who sold the product were simple.

First, the circle under your feet activates at the same time the camera flash goes off.

Second, when activated for the third time, time for the target on the circle stops.

Third, time stops for up to 30 minutes, and may be shorter depending on the subject.

One last thing to note, a stationary object cannot leave the circle.

It was really simple to use, but there was one problem for the photographer.

"You can't go out of the circle? "After just drawing this?"

"That's the amount you paid. "You probably didn't think this much magic would be cheap, did you?"

"That's right, but! This is barely big enough for one person to stand! What should we do with this area?"

"That's none of my business. I worked for what I was paid for. "Okay then."

With just those words, the man disappeared. I tried to catch the photographer, but he was nowhere to be found.

Was it a dream? I wanted to, but all my belongings disappeared, and the one circle left in the room proved that it was not a dream.

The good news was that objects were not included in the list of objects that could not be left outside the circle. At least there was no problem taking off the clothes and taking pictures.

Still, it was impossible to take a sexy picture like the picture the man showed, or to fuck her while time stopped. Because I couldn't open my legs.

I also tried face-to-face positioning, where the waist was in front of me and my dick was inserted from the bottom up, but sadly, the photographer's dick wasn't that long.

"What kind of armor is so tight? "How did you wear this?"

The photographer took off Soira's clothes as time stopped, and she was showing no reaction. It was a bit of a struggle to take off the armor, which was strangely fitted to the body.

This was because the item was equipped using the equipment window rather than being worn directly, but there was no way for the photographer to know that fact.

After taking off the armor, it was simple. Contrary to armor, wide shirts and short skirts came off as soon as you pulled them.

"The underwear is a bit disappointing. "It's not sexy enough."

As she arbitrarily evaluated other people's underwear and even took off the plain underwear without any decorations, her naked body, which even Soira herself had never seen before, was clearly exposed to the world.

Although they are not big breasts, they are big enough to be held with one hand, and the beautiful pink nipples at the end are assertive. I couldn't take my eyes off the pink color that contrasted with the milky skin.

Moreover, although Soira didn't know it yet, her character's height was slightly shorter than average, so her small body made her feel larger than she actually was.

No one has ever touched it other than the one I touched when first measuring the size. And the photographer cruelly grabbed her pure breasts, which even she had never touched.

"Oh, oh... What a feeling..."

Because this village was a large village in its own way, there were quite a few boys and girls from nearby small villages who came to visit to become adventurers. Most of them had difficulty exceeding D rank at best, but the important thing is that photos are taken at F rank, from the time they first join as adventurers.

Taking advantage of that, photographers have been harassing numerous female bodies.

It was a simple matter to take advantage of the fact that nothing can be perceived while time stands still.

From a priest who wants to serve the village, a noble daughter who joined out of curiosity, to a self-proclaimed elite wizard who only learned after arriving in the village that he needed an adventurer card to enter the dungeon.

Among the adventurers who recently joined, there was no woman who had not had her nipples and clitoris pinched by the photographer, and the photographer did his best to extract the value of all his assets.

But among them, Soira's body was special. When pressed with a finger, it felt as if it was being gently buried, but when held tightly, the finger was pushed out elastically. It was the photographer's first time touching it.

And the nipples are still soft and can be played with as you twist them. She circles the areola with her fingertips, stimulating the sides of the nipple evenly, and finally twists and pulls the nipple strongly.

This is because we know that a body in which time has stopped will not suffer even a single injury even if it is treated so harshly.

I wish I could see those nipples erect in my hands. The photographer was saddened by the fact that time had stopped more than ever. If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have been able to take Soira off.

Next, the photographer moved his hand to her lower body, stroking her smooth belly.

She passed through the bulge of her womb and into her petite belly button once, until she placed her hand between her legs where her thighs began, the silky skin giving her fingers nothing but a squishy sensation.

The triangle between the legs created by both thighs and groin. For a man, he puts his hand through that dream-like gap and caresses her pussy.

After fully enjoying the shape and texture of the labia with the palm of your hand, spread the labia with your ring and index fingers and feel for the erogenous zone within them with your middle finger.

Even though I spread them apart with two fingers, my labia, which were held straight, do not spread wide, so I can feel each and every texture. And the first, slightly deeper hole at the end of the middle finger is the vaginal hole. It's so narrow that it's questionable whether even a little finger can fit, let alone a dick.

The urethra is a hole that you may not even know is there if you are not careful. Among the women the photographer had toyed with, there was one whose area near the urethra was strangely developed. Even the photographer, who prided himself on being quite pervert, was surprised at that time.

Lastly, the thing that feels small and substantial is the clitoris. Perhaps because he had never masturbated before, the organ that was completely undeveloped and existed solely for pleasure was the only part exposed to the outside that was gently peeking out from its shell, which was its last bastion.

After forcefully prying open the area, he grasps the now defenseless bean with two fingers and rubs it lightly. Of course there is no reaction

I wanted to put my face between my legs and lick each and every vaginal fold with my tongue and taste it, but there was no room for the photographer's head between my legs that were tightly closed in a circle.

It was 10 minutes later that the photographer, who had spent a while enjoying Soira's body, came to his senses.

"Is it already this late? Shit. "I wanted to enjoy it more."

After checking the time, the photographer quickly pulled down his pants and took out his dick.

The cock, which was already hard and erect, was drooling out her pre-cum as if it couldn't hold back even for a moment.

I want to open that tight vagina hole and insert my dick right now, but it's impossible because of the circle.

Instead, in order to simulate sexual activity, the photographer applied a lot of lotion that had been prepared in advance to the dick.

A photographer who enjoys smarta by putting his dick between his pussy and thighs and shaking his waist.

Even though I can't fuck the interlocked labia from above, I enjoy the feeling of parting them even from the side.

When moving forward, scrape from the clitoris to the vaginal opening at once, and when pulling out, slowly, you feel stimulation with the head of the glans.

Moreover, if you lower your posture enough for their genitals to touch, Soira's breasts, which are large compared to her body, are just around the corner.

As she buried her head in her breasts, which boasted the finest texture, and enjoyed the softness of her thighs and labia, the feeling of ejaculation surged in her.

I want to enjoy it a little more. It would be a shame if I could only enjoy this top-class body.

The photographer thought so, but unfortunately the body's reaction was independent of the mind.

Pew!

There was no sound, but the semen was sprayed with such force that one thought it had made a sound.

"Huh... Huh... Shit. Why aren't you standing? I have to do it at least one more time... !"

I tried shaking my dick with my hand to make it erect again, but it only hurt the sensitive glans immediately after ejaculation, and it never got bigger again.

Out of habit, I checked my watch and saw that 15 minutes had already passed. They said it would stop for up to 30 minutes, but there were times when I woke up after 20 minutes. In other words, there was no more room.

The photographer was also aware that she was acting fearlessly and in a way that made it seem like she was doing it well. If, in the unlikely event that you are caught, you are physically decapitated, you will be considered a nobleman and may not be able to die.

The photographer, whose upper body's brain has more control than his lower body's brain, hastily wipes away the spilled semen and remaining lotion.

Snap!

Before that, a close-up shot of a pussy and thighs dripping with semen.

Have the person cross their arms in a position that emphasizes their large breasts compared to their body, and then wear a piece with everything above their knees exposed.

Take the clothes you took off and put them back on, which will last a lifetime.

It took a while to put on the armor, but fortunately I was able to put it all on before Soira woke up.

As time ran out, the light emitted by the circle on the floor gradually decreased, and soon it became a simple circle.

Only then did Soira wake up from time stop.

—–

"Ruler. The filming is over~ Now you can go out and wait."

"Thank you for your hard work."

The circle under my feet kept glowing, so I thought there might be something fishy when I took the picture, but it stopped glowing at the end. What was it in the end?

It seems like the photos of this world are developed quickly. When I came out of the room, there was already an adventurer card with my photo attached.

"Are you coming out now? "What did you do inside that took so long?"

Kiven, who was drinking only a glass of water provided free of charge at the restaurant, immediately approached me.

"You didn't even say anything? "She just took pictures and came out."

"Okay? This is how the photo was originally supposed to be taken. "If I knew, I was just having a drink."

"What are you drinking? There are still many places to visit. "If I had been drunk, I would have left it."

"Someone got drunk with one drink. "A drink is for the mouth, not for the mouth."

"It's okay, just guide me properly. Next I'm going to the blacksmith shop. "Do you know where it is?"

"Of course. Let's see, if it's a blacksmith, here... There is a bit of distance though. It's not very far. Follow me."

As I followed Kiven, who confidently led the way, I noticed something.

Something happened.

I could immediately tell that something strange had happened.

First, Kiven said that it took longer than expected. I feel like it didn't take that long to take that photo.

But I wasn't sure about this alone. That's because how long it takes will vary from person to person.

What I became convinced of was that the armor I wore felt different.

There are two ways to wear armor in WM.

How to put it on from the equipment rack like I did, and how to put it on by hand.

It is convenient to wear in the equipment window.

If you wear it yourself, a slight bonus is added to your stats.

Since both had pros and cons, each user had a different preferred method. I wore it in different ways each time.

However, the way I wore it now was by wearing it myself. You can tell by looking at the bonus attached to the ability score.

So at least they took it off and put it back on, so what on earth happened to them?

I thought there wouldn't be any interesting events for my taste until I left this town, but this was an unexpected result.

It's a shame that I didn't actually feel anything because it was committed while I was unconscious, but I'll especially forgive it since it was an event I had given up on in the first place.

I'm looking forward to checking out the flashback room later.