The most forward part of a woman's body is the breasts.
There may be differences depending on body type, but in general, this is the case.
Bisil's outstretched hand, covered in aphrodisiacs, was the first to touch my heart.
It felt cool and soft, like rubbing fine clay.
Bisil's hand caressed her entire breast, as if rubbing her skin.
The hand was ticulously caressing from the upper chest to the lower chest, making sure to touch the entire palm, as if they were being careful not to touch the skin directly.
In reality, Bisil's hand exquisitely applied only the slight dicine on her palm to her chest, and there was no skin-to-skin contact.
Do I have tuberculosis?
No, that can't be possible.
There is no way a person with tuberculosis would do a job like a teaching assistant that involves a lot of contact with the skin or mucous mbranes.
Then why is it like that?
The question was quickly resolved.
"Ha... "
By the ti the sweet-slling aphrodisiac was applied to my breasts, which were large enough to be proud of, although not as large as you may know, my body had beco hot at so point.
Itchy feeling.
My hand went up without realizing it due to the burning and tickling sensation I felt throughout my chest.
It was to massage my breasts, which had beco sensitive enough to burn, like scratching an itch.
– Sigh!
"Kek... "
But before her hand could go even halfway up, a strong pressure ca from her leash.
The pressure was on a different level from the pressure she had felt earlier when she didn't laugh at Bisil's jokes.
"Off, off... "
She couldn't breathe and let out a groan.
The feeling of being strangled by a tough leather leash was more painful than I imagined.
The pain of having your delicate neck forcibly tightened and the pain of suffocation.
Simply being cut or hit was painful in its own way, but the pain of being strangled was a new pain that I was not used to at all.
At least this is a sensation that has been reduced due to the limitation of pain perception in VR.
Among SM plays, there is a type of hard play called breath control that makes you unable to breathe, but at least I was able to remind myself that I am not that type of fanatic.
Only when her HP gauge began to decline after she was out of breath did Bisil let go of her leash.
"... Kahak! Crane! Sigh!"
The air is sweet.
Like the ionic drink you drink after running out of breath, the air that opens your throat and enters your lungs has never been so delicious.
Only after panting for a while did she co to her senses little by little.
Bisil, who was actually the culprit, just watched from the ti I was in pain from suffocation until she ca to her senses.
For so reason, that expression made a little angry.
Who did I hurt so much for?
"Say it again. "Don't move."
Bisil just said that with a smile that made people angry.
When I heard those words, I was able to understand in my head what kind of situation I was in.
Telling to stay still? I definitely heard it.
And I didn't stay still, I moved.
But why did I move in the first place?
It was because I couldn't stand my body getting hot from the dicine Bisil applied.
This kid was a crazy person who made things move and then strangled him for moving!
I glared at Bisil full of dissatisfaction...
– Ugh...
... But I just relaxed my eyes and forced a smile.
It's not really because of the pressure slowly creeping into my neck. Do you understand?
Now I am Eul. Now I am Eul.
I suppressed my boiling anger by repeating it like a mantra.
To be honest, it wasn't just that I didn't like being treated like this.
Bisil said with a grin that made want to punch him just by looking at his face.
"It's natural for a slave to listen to his master. It's so natural and not difficult. "Don't you think so?"
"... ?"
However, what ca out of his mouth was not an explanation, nor a next command, but his own incomprehensible bullshit philosophy.
"For a normal slave, that would be enough. However, it would be a sha to be satisfied with only that level of A-grade or higher slaves that I handle. So I thought: A perfect slave should listen to his master under any circumstances."
What do you an by that?
The sight of Bisil reciting words that were difficult to understand was like a joke, as if she was talking about sothing she knew without asking.
Therefore... To summarize what Bisil is saying now, a good slave must follow his master's orders no matter what.
I can understand that, but the category of 'what happened' was ridiculously broad.
Wouldn't it be said that you must follow your master's orders even if a knife is literally at your throat?
At that level, it's like a loyal knight from an old story.
If you tell a slave with a bomb necklace around his neck to charge into a place where it is obvious he will die, he will respond to his master by saying that he will die one way or another.
It's beyond the point of dissatisfaction and is ridiculous.
It seed like this was the end of the explanation.
Bisil closed his mouth again and started applying his dicine.
– Cheolpuk.
From the collarbone, shoulder, forearm, and fingertips.
The dicine was spread all over his body, including the area between his toes and the Y zone between his thighs, not to ntion areas such as his limbs, waist, and buttocks.
– Tsububup, tskububup...
Finally, I started to apply it carefully, going beyond the outer shell of the ear and into the inner ear.
Even the small sound made by the tiny lump of dicine crushing in my ear sounded as loud as thunder.
A crackling sound that feels like it's ringing directly in your head, the slightly warm temperature of the dicine, and even the body's reaction as the effects slowly begin to appear.
My back was trembling uncontrollably, and my hands were trying to move on their own.
Even while applying the dicine to my body, Bisil skillfully put pressure on the leash every ti I tried to move.
Bisil, who applied the dicine until she was satisfied, took a step away and looked at .
There were several bottles of used dicine rolling around at his feet.
It seed like Bisil was saying sothing again...
It didn't sound right.
My whole body is hot.
A long ti ago, when she was captured by an orc, her entire body was covered in sen, and she was half unconscious from the poison.
My body was so hot that it wasn't much different compared to back then.
Fortunately, the aphrodisiac was only applied to the outside of the body and did not penetrate inside, so I was barely able to control myself.
The sensitivity jumped so much that even the feel of hair brushing against my ear felt pleasant.
Wouldn't it be really nice if the wind blows?
It was a sha that it was underground and there was no wind blowing here.
Clenching my fists, wiggling my toes, and all the sensations felt on my skin seed to have been replaced by pleasure.
Man.
Her instincts as a forcibly amplified female yearned for a man.
Bisil just looked at without doing anything.
To be honest, no, not to be honest, to be honest, Bisil wasn't my taste.
It's not that I can't say that his slightly an appearance overlaps with my sexual tastes, but at least when it cos to his appearance as a man, he was far from my tastes.
What. Why.
I don't live solely on sexual desires.
Anyway, even though it was a secret that was out of sync with my tastes, I still looked more attractive than any other man.
Needless to say, it was because of the weakness.
Ah. Increasingly limited...
My mind is a ss because I want to touch that itchy body right now.
Even if you weren't a man, it would be much cooler and more pleasant if you just touched it.
Wouldn't it be a little okay?
A little. Wouldn't it be possible to slip by just a little bit without being noticed?
No. They're watching right in front, so if I move even a little, there's no way it won't be detected.
But if it's really just a little...
As conflict after conflict continued, Bisil took off her pants, wondering what on earth she was thinking.
When I took down my underwear, a dick of a size that matched Bisil's body was revealed.
It didn't have a size that didn't suit his body like a goblin, or a large penis that was easily recognizable like an orc.
A dick just the right size for a body of that size.
However, to now, it only seed like a sacred figure that would cool down the parts that were itchy and hot and driving crazy.
Although he was calm, he looked towering, as if it was hard not to feel lustful while looking at my body.
At the end, which feels majestic, a slightly moist pre-cum cos into view...
...
...
– Cradangtang!
"... Huh?! Hehe, hehe!"
What happened?
When I ca to my senses, I was rolling on the floor.
At the sa ti, a trendous pain ca from my neck.
Only after crawling around like a bug on the floor for a while did I co to my senses.
Because of my weakness, as soon as I saw the dick, I lost my composure and tried to attack it, but my throat was so tight...
...
First, let make an excuse: it wasn't my intention. It's real.
It felt like I couldn't stand an itch and scratched it unconsciously.
As the pain in my neck went away, I began to feel the heat that had been suppressed by the pain again.
I knew I shouldn't move, but my heart was filled with the desire to hang on to the dick and seek pleasure.
Apart from my body becoming hot, cold sweat broke out on my back.
I started off with light thoughts, but it seed like infiltration would be harder than I thought.
We've only just begun.
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