A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated - Chapter 312: Chang Gwan Assistant (1) **

Chapter 312: Chang Gwan Assistant (1) **

When you look around, there are men and women mixing their bodies like animals.

Junior position.

This is a couple who keeps pounding their pussies in a position that reminds me of the copulation of quadrupedal animals.

The high-raised buttocks were firmly held by the man’s hand and accepted the cock without being able to escape.

On the contrary, the upper body lying low on the floor was rubbing its chest against the floor as if it were a lover, struggling to get even a little more pleasure.

“Huh, haha! Ah! Hehe… Ahhh… !”

“Huh, huh, huh, huh… !”

Although their mouths were intact, they seemed to have already forgotten human language.

The only sound that came out of the mouth was heavy breathing demanding oxygen.

Other than occasionally stimulating the partner’s skin with the tongue, the mouth was never used.

Phut! Phut! Bang!

How hard was he fucking me that my thighs were turning bright red as they clashed so violently?

You look in a good mood.

Elsewhere, there is a man massaging his breasts with his hands while being served by two women.

The women, who were making ecstatic expressions as they rubbed their cheeks against the cock that was erected hard toward the sky, soon competed with each other to bite and suck the cock as if they were going to steal it.

The two women were fighting to put each other’s glans in their mouths, and one of them must have gotten tired of fighting and went down and licked the man’s testicles.

“Hmm… ”

The man let out a satisfied groan and squeezed the breast he had been massaging.

His heart was crushed as if it would explode. That level would have been painful rather than pleasurable, but the woman put on a bewitching expression and put the entire testicle into her mouth and sucked it.

Even though that woman is in pain right now, she must be feeling pleasant pleasure.

Even though a woman’s precious parts are being treated violently, in a corner of her heart, even that humiliation is being converted into pleasure.

I’m jealous.

I forced my eyes to look elsewhere from a scene that was difficult to take my eyes off.

Contrary to before, two men were lusting after one woman.

The woman, whose front and back holes were pierced by two dicks, was floating in the air with her feet not touching the ground, just shaking in the air as the men shook her waist.

The woman’s body, sandwiched between two men, surrendered her body to the sexual sensations coming from both front and back at the same time.

Because the woman was small, there was an incident where two men made eye contact over the woman’s head and turned their gazes away, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Whether she was aware of the situation between the two men, the woman’s unfocused face looked happy and drenched in pleasure.

I turned my gaze elsewhere again.

A woman wielding a whip at a man wearing a shiny, reflective bondage costume.

A couple masturbating while facing each other.

A woman who strokes the cock of a man with his head on her knees and touches her breasts.

An orgy scene where three couples gathers and exchange partners and go crazy with carnal desires.

A man who leaves his lover to an unknown man and then masturbates alone while watching his lover being raped.

All kinds of acts were taking place, from the ordinary to the unusual, but they all had one thing in common: a form of sexual activity.

This was the orgy room, one of the special rooms in Changgwan. I wonder what kind of name it is.

The only furniture in the orgy room is a few mats and a low platform for couples who like to be seen.

It is a chaotic scene where several men and women gather in a large room with nothing else and crave sex like crazy.

And here I was in the middle of that orgy…

I sat still.

“Whoa… “How long do I have to stay like this?”

I sat down on the prepared chair and crossed my legs.

The feeling of a heavy foreign body between my legs was awkward.

Rotor, vibrator, dildo… It wasn’t that kind.

I wish it were like that.

The finger moved without my knowledge and scratched the top of my pussy.

However, what my fingers touched was not a wet pussy, but an annoyingly shiny metal object.

“Oh really… !”

Even though I was nervous and pressed my fingers hard, the sturdy piece of iron did not move at all.

No matter how much I pressed, beat, or dug into the cracks, this unpleasant object would not allow anything to touch my pussy. Even though it is my body.

This item that stuck to the groin like panties and did not fall off was commonly called a chastity belt.

What is a little different from a typical chastity belt is that it covers not only the vagina but also the chest.

Tits and pussy. Having my two representative erogenous zones blocked, I was in pain because I could not feel pleasure, unlike the surrounding couples who were constantly moaning.

Of course, I didn’t wear it on my own.

The teaching assistant in charge of me… This was done by the guy who secretly called Bi-sil.

If I look back on my memory for a moment.

…

“Kick this.”

“What is this. Chastity belt? Why?”

“I am currently a teaching assistant. “Speak clearly.”

“Yes, yes… Why do I have to wear this?”

“Hmm. It’s vague, but I’ll pass. Because I don’t have much time either. What do you think makes a good sex slave?”

“Yes?”

Not even a single sentence has passed since he said he didn’t have much time, so what kind of strange thing is he saying?

From the first time I saw it, I thought there was a lot of talk, but that also has its limits.

I wanted to just ask him to answer, but Bisil was holding my leash.

… Let’s be patient. Because I don’t want to be sick. I am not yet at the level of replacing pain with pleasure.

Sexual slavery, a condition of sexual slavery.

“Master, you spread your legs when you want?”

After hearing my answer, Bisil nodded slightly.

“Okay. Not bad. That’s not a bad answer. That is also one of the conditions of sexual slavery. But that is something every sex slave must do. That alone makes it difficult to call her a ‘good’ sex slave. Is there anything else?”

What is that, you idiot.

I don’t know, I’m not interested, and I don’t want to know.

I got tired of accepting it, so I answered roughly.

“Hmm… “I don’t know.”

Fortunately, Bisil seemed to be satisfied with just one question and answer and spoke without pause.

“That is truly enjoying sex.”

“Seriously about sex?”

“Yes. An inexperienced man may be satisfied with just a fake moan from his slave, but an experienced man can tell whether a moan is fake or real. A good sex slave is someone who can satisfy such a man as her master… ”

I thought about it while listening to Bisil babbling nonsense again out of one ear.

A woman who truly enjoys sex.

Is that me?

Is there anyone more serious about sex than me? At least we can be sure that it does not exist in this world.

That’s because the purpose of my life in this world is sex.

Then, aren’t I already a great sex slave?

No. Wait for a sec. Why am I taking the time to think about this? Since I’m listening to bullshit, my thoughts seem to be getting weird.

“… So what I’m saying is, wear this chastity belt. Do you understand?”

“Uh? Yes.”

– Wow…

“… Do you understand?”

“Kek. Ah, I get it! “I understand, so please solve this!”

…

After this ridiculous conversation, I was forced to wear a chastity belt and was thrown into the orgy room.

We continue to look at the sex that takes place naturally around us and teach that sex is not a big deal, but rather a natural communication between the bodies.

At the same time, by controlling pleasure through a chastity belt, the desire to ‘feel good’ is engraved in the subconscious.

It’s natural to want to feel good, and sex isn’t something to be discouraged from doing.

Well… Will this turn out as Bisil says?

I’m not sure about that, but at least it was true that my desire to feel better was growing rapidly.

“Ha… ”

– Ugh.

I tried rubbing my groin several times, but all I got back was the feeling of cold metal.

The same goes for breasts.

Even though I rubbed her thighs in her anxious heart, it didn’t even touch her excited body.

It would be nice if other men would at least touch me.

“Excuse me… ”

“…”

A man who accidentally makes eye contact turns his head in surprise.

An attitude as if he were claiming, ‘I didn’t see anything.’

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

After entering this room, she looked longingly at the man several times, but there was no return.

It seems that the men also received some instructions from Bisil. It probably means don’t touch me.

A sweet scent passes by the tip of my nose.

When I turned my head and followed the scent, I saw an incense burner emitting suspiciously pink smoke.

Pink smoke escaping from the incense burner and dispersing into the air. The smoke dispersed and became invisible, but the sweet scent did not disappear and covered the entire room.

It was a weak medicine.

It does not force estrus or increase sensitivity to the extreme like it was used last time, but has the effect of just raising excitement a little.

However, the effect was more than enough for the animals that were already biting and sucking naked.

Except me.

Kuuk.

As I was smelling the scent, my uterus started to vibrate.

A woman’s instinct cried out for a cock and semen.

Ah.

I want to have sex.