Chapter 22

"Welcome to the cunt shop. We have all kinds of fashion you could want here, so feel free to browse."

Entering a store with a name that's already out of the ordinary, you'd doubt your eyes at the rows of flamboyant, no, lewd underwear. It already looks more like an adult goods shop than a lingerie shop, but the store is strangely spacious and pleasant, even giving off a sense of pressure in a way.

"W-what, what is this place! What kind of place is this?"

Hideo somewhat agreed with what Kimi was saying. He couldn't believe a place like this existed.

Well, human desire is deep and wide, so there must be a place like this somewhere, but he never imagined there would be a store like this near Hideo's house.

'Hmm... Is this also the power of this Common Sense Alteration Gacha?'

Is it not just manipulating people's perceptions, but also linked to something deeper and darker?

It was a problem worth thinking about deeply, but Hideo didn't. Because it's a pain in the ass.

'More important than that is enjoying the moment right now.'

If the time to think comes, then I'll think about it then. Who cares about the small stuff.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute. Are you really going to pick out clothes in a place like this? Are you crazy? This is just a lingerie... no, just an adult goods store, isn't it!"

That was a valid objection. Therefore, I ignore it.

"For a bitch like you, picking clothes in a place like this is perfect. Shut your mouth and follow me."

Hideo leisurely walked into the cunt shop and took a look at the clothes.

Hideo, who doesn't even properly look at men's clothes, wouldn't be good at picking out women's clothes, but his years of accumulated experience with toilet paper don't go anywhere. It's not like I'm going to pick out proper clothes anyway.

"Oh, this is good. Hey, try this on."

"What... hey, th-this is..."

What Hideo picked out for Kimi was a V-string that hung on the hips. It was closer to an ornament with a specific purpose than panties, and the area it covered was so extremely small that if you were even a little negligent in grooming your pubic hair, it would all stick out.

"Ah, even so... isn't it a bit too ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠extreme?"

"It's not extreme. This much is perfect for a girl like you, you know? Or what, you don't trust my advice?"

Of course, I can trust you. No, I have to trust you. I'm supposed to trust you.

Kimi held the panties Hideo handed her in her trembling hands, filled with doubt and embarrassment. Her lips were parched, and after gaping like a goldfish several times, Kimi barely managed to say.

"O-okay. I'll, I'll take it for now..."

"Wear it here."

Hideo ordered with a firm attitude that wouldn't listen to any excuses. As if to assist, the clerk guided her.

"For your information, this store does not provide changing rooms. You are welcome to change as much as you like, so please feel comfortable."

"Ugh... ah..."

The strong-willed appearance she had when they first met was nowhere to be found, and Kimi swallowed hard, hesitated for a long time, and finally put on the panties Hideo had given her.

"It's hard to see because the skirt is covering it. Take off that skirt."

"........."

Kimi followed what Hideo said. She was quite an obedient friend, one way or another.

Taking off the skirt that had been covering her lower body created a pervert who was properly dressed on top but wearing only a pair of panties that didn't even properly cover her vagina on the bottom. This alone was already humiliating enough, but,

"Ehh, let's see. It's a shame to end with just this... let's see... uh, excuse me, clerk-ssi. Do you have garter belts here?"

"Of course, we do."

"You'd naturally have fishnet stockings and nipple pasties, right? Ah, and a neck collar... I mean, just the collar without anything else."

"It's no exaggeration to say that we have all the fashion items that you have in mind, customer-nim."

How hot.

Hideo scanned Kimi up and down with a sticky gaze, a toad-like smile on his face. Like a child pondering how to dress up a toy and play with it for maximum fun.

She was just getting fashion advice, but Kimi couldn't understand why she was getting such a creepy chill.

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"Hmm, alright... well, I guess this is the basic construction for now. Take a look in the mirror. Do you like it?"

"...Heuh....... Uuuuuh...."

Kimi didn't know how to define the emotions that were inexplicably welling up inside her.

Was it resentment? Was it shame? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I don't know. She was definitely aware that her current appearance was better than her unbelievably tacky appearance from before. It definitely would be. But why did she feel more comfortable when she was dressed so tackily?

If Kimi's appearance until now was that of a typical gyaru, the Kimi reflected in the mirror was the very image of a slut.

The gyaru image is somewhat lewd, but her current appearance is beyond the issue of being lewd or not.

A V-string that hangs on the hips and doesn't even properly cover her vagina. Heart-patterned nipple pasties on her breasts.

While not covering any of the important torso, the arm warmers, fishnet stockings, neck collar, and ribbon-like additions were almost sickening.

Adding the finishing touch to this perverted fashion was the graffiti all over her body that Hideo had carefully written.

'Innate Slut Genes'

'Only Thinks About Penis'

'Cum Bucket Empty.'

'Fucking Pervert'

Humiliating graffiti that meticulously trampled on her personality and dignity. Kimi bit her lower lip tightly, trembled, and swallowed her humiliation.

How long and arduous the path of fashion is. It is said that the basis of fashion is endurance, but the pain was too harsh to endure relying on those words. But she couldn't quit.

She didn't know why... but anyway, at this moment, fashion was Kimi's top priority.

"Hmm... it's a little lacking. It feels like it's still missing 2%."

Even after going this far! Kimi half-gave up and shouted.

"If you're going to do it, do it quickly! Don't dilly-dally annoyingly!"

"Heehm... so that's what you're saying... Ah, now that you mention it, I get it. I know very well what you were lacking."

Hideo whispered something to the employee of the cunt shop. The employee promptly responded ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to Hideo's inquiry. The location of the women's self-pleasuring products.

"Hmm. After all, the completion of sluttiness is practice. You have to have a dildo or so stuck in your vagina and asshole to know, ah, this bitch is a real crazy dumb cunt, right? The thickness... well, about this much should be usable enough."

Usable enough? What Hideo held out was a menacing dildo about twice the thickness of an average man's thing. On top of that, an anal bead of a grotesque size.

"W-wait a minute. No, hey, wait. No matter what, isn't this crossing the line a bit? I told you, I'm a virgin! I-if I put something like this in..."

"Your hymen will naturally be broken, and if things go wrong, it might be really painful~ But what about it? If it's for the sake of great fashion, you should definitely endure this much, right? Stop talking and spread your legs and stand there."

Kimi couldn't resist. No matter how much her head was ringing alarm bells, telling her that she absolutely shouldn't allow this. Her head, filled with only the pressure that she absolutely had to do it, was already unable to think normally.

"A-at least gently..."

While begging for last-minute mercy, she spread her vagina herself, but as you know, Hideo is not the kind of person who would listen to such human pleas.

Kimi's virginity was discarded as easily as a snot-wiped tissue.

"Kkeueeeeeeeet!!!!"

Her vagina felt like it was tearing from the dildo being forced in without even a little foreplay, not even a little gentleness. Kimi couldn't understand why she had to go through such pain.

"Okay. I've stuck it in the front, and I'm going to put it in the back too, so relax."

Without Hideo having to say it on purpose, Kimi's anus was naturally already ready. The hole that she had never allowed any man to enter, that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she had never even imagined allowing, was now dangling with a tail like a puppy's.

"Ah... ahhh.. it hurts..... fuck... fuck..."

"Ehey. A girl shouldn't say such dirty words, you know? You should only say pretty and beautiful words. Huh?"

These were the words of the person who was the primary cause of her swearing.

Hideo seemed to really like the miserable appearance he had created, nodding repeatedly and admiring his own sense.

"Yeah, that's it. Good, good. The finishing touches aren't quite done yet... but even so, it's okay to say it's roughly complete. Okay, shall we take a commemorative photo then?"

He held out his smartphone camera and demanded a pose.

"Okay, spread your legs in an O shape~ and then squat down in that state... that's right. In that state, make a V with both hands~ Ah, everything's good, but your face is a bit stiff? Don't act awkward, come on, happily... cheese~"

Click!

Kimi's slutty appearance was captured on Hideo's smartphone. Now, if Hideo just made up his mind, Kimi's humiliation would spread all over the world and become public property that anyone could find. Just imagining it was terrifying.

But..

'S-still... at least this is the end... this is the end...'

Kimi sighed in relief, feeling relieved that at least the immediate hell was over. But,

"Ah, but still, it's missing 1%. We can't fill that here, so shall we go to a motel?"

Kimi's hell is still ongoing.