The Last Conditioning (2)
The Manager couldn't understand Heo Seong-ah's behavior at all. The one who should have been happiest of all was cowering in terror like that—what joy was there in it?
"Why on earth are you acting like this, B62? Isn't this the very thing you've wanted and waited for more than anything?"
"Sob... ugh... B-but..."
She had experienced the power of the latex suit's sensory deprivation multiple times... She couldn't simply rejoice at the release of her body, now steeped in aphrodisiacs.
If the suit came off right now, she knew exactly what pathetic state she'd be in without even needing to see it—it was obvious.
"B62, are you planning to wear that suit for the rest of your life, then?"
"N-no, not that... but still..."
"Haa... So what are you saying? What do you want?"
Take off the suit or keep it on. It was a simple choice between two options, but both led to the worst possible outcomes, so she couldn't answer easily.
"Sob... ugh..."
"B62, please decide quickly. I'll do whatever you want."
The Manager generously offered her the choice. It didn't matter to him either way.
"Ugh..."
The current situation was so disgustingly repulsive that nausea welled up. Why did he always toy with her like this?
"Urk..."
"If you don't decide soon, I'll do what I want. If you can handle that, just keep your mouth shut."
"Ugh, sob... I-I'll say it..."
Whenever the suit came off, wouldn't it be better to do it sooner, before her body grew even more sensitive? Thinking that today's torment was finally at an end, Heo Seong-ah swallowed her tears and quietly opened her mouth.
"Take off the suit... please remove it..."
"Yes, of course. I knew you'd say that."
The Manager, hearing the answer he wanted, reached out with a beaming smile. Pressing the electronic switch on the back of the suit firmly activated it, causing the latex enveloping Heo Seong-ah's body to melt away in an instant.
He didn't know the principle behind the item he used himself—it was a masterpiece crafted by brilliant scientists pooling their heads together. Marveling at the wonder of science, the Manager placed his finger on the button with a sneer.
"Ah, while we're at it, how about a little bet?"
"Y-yes...?"
"A bet, B62. Your favorite kind."
As if she'd ever participated willingly... He slipped in the suggestion as though she'd always gone along with it because she enjoyed it.
"Will you do it, or not?"
"Sob..."
Unlike his tone, she had no real choice.
"I'll do it..."
"Good."
"Hic..."
Heo Seong-ah let out a sobbing voice, already dreading the outcome of this unwanted bet.
"No need to be so scared—it's a simple bet, so you have a real chance of winning, B62."
"What is it...?"
"Simple. I'm going to remove the suit covering your body now. If you can stand up from there and hold a proper at-attention stance within one minute, you win."
"Y-yes...?"
Heo Seong-ah tilted her head skeptically, convinced it couldn't be that straightforward.
"Doubting me? That's really all there is to it."
"Yes..."
"If you hold the at-attention stance perfectly for just one second, I'll count it as your victory. Sound good? It's a great deal for you."
It was obviously stacked in her favor. No matter how sensitive her body had become... standing up straight from a prone position was something any person should be able to do.
"I'll do it..."
"Good."
"Um... what do I get if I win?"
"Why ask something so obvious? I'll give you what you want most, B62."
Instead of spelling it out, the Manager lightly poked her pussy with his fingertip. It meant he'd let her have the orgasm she'd been craving.
"Ugh..."
"Then, in exactly ten seconds, I'll remove the suit."
"Yes..."
Ten seconds. Lying on the floor like a dog, Heo Seong-ah took deep breaths to steel herself.
"Nine seconds... eight... seven..."
She gritted her teeth, waiting for the approaching moment of release.
No matter how firmly she steeled her mind, fear was fear.
"Three seconds... two..."
As the time drew nearer, her heart pounded wildly, anxiety building.
One second.
As the countdown ended, the Manager firmly pressed the button on the back of the suit. The black latex melted away in an instant, exposing Heo Seong-ah's glistening, aphrodisiac-soaked naked body to the air.
He admired her smooth skin for only a moment...
"Hik!"
With a sharp cry, Heo Seong-ah hunched over, her body trembling violently.
"Kk! Eek! Hiiik!"
The knees and palms touching the floor sent sharp waves of pleasure surging through her. The bruises on her buttocks from days ago throbbed with pain.
"Aaaah... ugh..!"
Unable to bear the heavy pressure crushing her erogenous zones under her weight, she flipped over...
"Aaaaaahhh!!"
It was a grave miscalculation. The instant her buttocks hit the floor, her hips bucked wildly, lifting her lower body as she let out a lewd moan and flipped again.
"Akuuugh! Aaaaaahhh!!"
This time, her drug-enlarged breasts compressed, sending her upper body springing up.
"Aauk!"
She flipped again, but the pressure on her ass drew out a lascivious breath, prompting yet another roll.
"Aaaaaahhh!!"
It wasn't just her breasts and ass... Her entire body was hypersensitive beyond reason. It felt like feathers were tickling her nerves directly through her skin, driving her mad with itchiness.
If only she could orgasm freely, it wouldn't be this torturous.
"Aaaaaahhh!!"
"Pfft."
Her pathetic writhing and rolling on the floor looked utterly ridiculous. The Manager watched without touching her, enjoying the spectacle of her tumbling across the room.
"Kaaaaahhh!! Aaaahhh!!"
Despite removing the ring gag to allow communication, all that came from her mouth were moans of agony.
After watching for a while, the Manager spoke up casually.
"B62, how long are you going to keep flailing like that? You haven't forgotten our bet, have you?"
"Kuugh... haaa... auk..!"
Regaining her senses, Heo Seong-ah clenched her teeth and tensed her body to fend off the stimulation.
"Nuhhaaa..."
Of course, she couldn't hold it even for a second—her strength failed, her thighs quivering uncontrollably.
Well, it was an inevitable reaction for a human. Like how tickling the armpits makes one's strength melt away, Heo Seong-ah's aphrodisiac-drenched body went limp at the slightest touch anywhere.
"Auuugh..!"
How long could she endure that murderous itchiness with a clear mind? Not only did her body itch unbearably, but every sensation converted straight to pleasure, making her pussy and ass utterly tormented.
She must be dying to shove anything inside right now... Aware she couldn't touch her own pussy, she suppressed her urges by twitching her fingers grotesquely in the air.
It was praiseworthy, in a way.
"Kk... ugh..."
"B62, are you ignoring me? How long are you going to writhe on the floor like a worm?"
"Haaaugh... kk..."
She was pouring every ounce of strength into suppressing the neural overload, unable even to respond to the Manager.
"Huu... auu..."
Sensitive as her body was... it was still her own. With enough mental fortitude, she thought she could overcome it...
"Are you ignoring me?"
"Aaaaaahhh!!"
Suddenly, the tip of a rod poked out from nowhere, slipping between her thighs to jab her clitoris.
Just one poke, and Heo Seong-ah screamed as if her breath were failing, her lower body jerking upward.
"Aaaaaahhh!! Aaaahhh!!"
Feeling the clitoral stimulation, she writhed for a while before slamming her ass down again, her body convulsing.
Her hard-won mental grip shattered, leaving her mind blank. Drooling like a vacant idiot, she barely managed to flip over.
"Haaaaahhh!!"
The moment she did, her breasts squished, her back arching in spasm. Knees raised to lift her lower body, she unintentionally struck a rear-entry pose, her ass wiggling as if begging.
Glancing at her lower half, the Manager swallowed hard at the sight of her virgin pussy, slick with dripping fluids.
It was still regrettable that he couldn't become her owner.
"Aaauk... haa..."
She had to stand up. She couldn't delay any longer.
"Kuuhaa..."
Even extending her legs to rise—a simple act—was impossible for her now. She lay pathetically with her upper body and face pressed to the bare floor, gasping for breath.
A one-year-old toddler would look more dignified by comparison.
"Hauuuu... kuuu..."
Her arms twisted uncontrollably, and even pressing her palms to the floor took ages... Finally managing to lift her face and plant her hands, but—
"Kkhiiiiiik!!"
Her palms, injected with concentrated aphrodisiacs, unleashed incomparable waves of pleasure, nearly shattering her reason in an instant.
Heo Seong-ah slammed her head back to the floor, trembling violently as she awaited the Manager's mercy...