A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 342: Flashback Room – Auction House Defeat (3) ***

The most important thing in virtual reality games is player safety.

If you look at creative works that were popular in the past, there were a lot of content that threw away human dignity in the process of technological development, but fortunately, that didn't happen.

Safety remains important.

There are numerous risks with virtual reality. No, there was.

It's difficult for non-experts to understand even part of it, so let's skip it.

What I want to talk about now is about mental safety.

There was a lot of talk about the impact of games that you just look at through the monitor, but there was no way that wouldn't come out in virtual reality.

Numerous safety devices prepared to prevent dangerous situations.

One of them was to sever the connection between the player and the character.

A simple, yet effective method.

This method allows the player to become a ghost-like entity and observe the situation.

And the character is temporarily taken over by AI and the situation continues.

In a way, this state may truly fit the meaning of 'flashback room'.

In that way, the game became more like a movie, and things started to flow again.

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"This is fun."

Even though he was a man who brought the jelly himself, the results were quite interesting to him.

If you push the jelly in and pull it out after some time, it will be completely neutralized.

It can be reversed by putting it back in, and similarly, if it is pulled out again, it is equally neutralized.

I have memories of when I was pulled out, but I seem to remember the jelly experience, not the physical experience.

As a bonus, the experience of being discharged as jelly seemed to cause extreme mental fear. This part will require additional experimentation later.

"Thought... No, should we say it is the materialization of the soul? "You created something unexpected and amazing."

If you think about the genre, it would be correct to say that the personality, not the soul, was absorbed into the jelly, but since the worldview was a medieval fantasy, it was not strange for the man to perceive it that way.

There is no difference in the external appearance.

The man touched the jelly that was pulled out from 'Soira'.

Translucent color, smooth but strangely sticky to the hand. At least it wasn't a feeling that could be experienced in normal life.

However, if you press hard, you can feel the elasticity, which was a fun feeling to some extent.

Basically, it looks like an elongated tube, but when you crush it, the shape changes as you crush it.

"Shape. "It's like that."

The man called another man and gave instructions.

It was to test an idea that came to mind spontaneously.

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'Soira' screamed.

Even though I had no mouth, I had to scream.

The fear of losing myself was that much harder to bear.

As the number of times I was pulled out of my body increased, and the longer I was separated from my body, the intuition that I could not return to my original state became increasingly stronger.

But jelly had no mouth.

No matter how much I shouted, there was nothing I could do, but the surface of the jelly trembled a little.

In a never-ending sense of loneliness and loss, Soira gradually lost herself.

Phew!

Suddenly, warmth penetrated my body and the jelly.

A somehow familiar feeling.

The sense of security that made me want to leave my whole body there and that I didn't have to think about anything else helped dissipate just a little bit of the anxiety that was filling my mind.

I clung to that warmth.

Although he had no limbs and had difficulty moving his body properly, he clung desperately.

The warmth goes away. No. I didn't want to experience the overwhelming sense of loss again, so I clung to it until the end.

Fortunately, it dug deep into the road before completely disappearing.

A faint sense of relief, but when the feeling that felt like a ray of light in the endless darkness returned, pleasure enveloped my body.

Pleasure.

It was only then that Soira realized.

My head was in a state of jelly and my thinking ability was so unfamiliar that I couldn't even think of the actions I was so familiar with.

The form, action, and pleasure felt from this warmth.

Soira was now onahole and was being penetrated by a dick.

'Ahhh! Ahhh... !!'

As Soira let out a scream, her jelly trembled violently.

The scream consisted of some pain and most of it happiness.

If it were the original 'Soira' and not the player, I would have been disgusted.

The 'Soira' AI, which interprets the player's actions in its own way, is a girl who is relatively open to sex.

He must have felt unbearable humiliation and anger at the fact that his soul was only used to deal with men's sexual desires.

However, the current 'Soira', who has become jelly and is struggling in an endless sense of futility, was a little different.

A pale being that can't do anything, can't even think properly, and will disappear from the world without anyone noticing if you just throw it in the trash can.

Being used as an onahole in such a state actually gave me a sense of happiness.

A feeling of being useful somewhere. A feeling of being able to help.

... Furthermore, the feeling of being given a reason for existence.

If it had been used as an onahole a little sooner, I would have had different impressions.

If self-consciousness had been used to deal with sexual desires before it became as blurred as it is now, 'Soira' would have been able to have quite a philosophical appreciation of herself, who hates her but clings to the warmth she feels every time she gets fucked.

But this was not the case now, and 'Soira' was just desperate to satisfy the man even a little more.

Because that was the only thing he could do now and the reason for his existence.

The most Soira could do was make the surface of the jelly tremble slightly, but fortunately, that was enough to make the dick feel good.

Viewout.

How much time has passed?

The cock that had been prodding the onahole for a long time spit out semen.

Semen accumulated thickly inside the cylindrical onahole.

It's hard to express, but the feeling of semen seeping into the soul itself.

No, is it right to seep in? Is this really a soul in the first place? Isn't it something else?

I didn't have time to worry about such complicated things.

'Soira' simply acted faithfully to her newly given reason for existence.

I couldn't do anything.

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"How was it?"

"It was the best. At first, it seemed like he was pushing it out a little, but then he stuck to himself and tried to pull out the semen. It felt like we were really having sex."

"Hmm. "Is he conscious even in that state?"

The man stroked his chin while reporting the results of the experiment to another man.

In front of the man who was thinking about something, Soira, no, Soira's shell stood with unfocused eyes.

While the Onahole experiment was in progress, the man experimented with various things using shells rather than jelly.

And what I found out was that it was really just a shell.

The ability to think does not exist. I had no ability to do anything independently.

When asked to raise their hands, they do so, and when told to open their legs, they do so, but even if they fall in the process, they do not even take the slightest step.

He didn't respond even when his name was called. I was able to understand the name because I told it to him repeatedly, but just teaching him the name took quite some time.

His learning ability is at or below that of an animal.

The man came to that conclusion.

What value is there in that shell that can't do anything on its own, can't be taught, and doesn't even think?

Since it has a decent appearance, it may be useful as a recipient of men's semen, but it seemed like it would take a little more time to find other values.

"Huh?"

The man who was thinking turned his head to the strange voice of another man.

"What is it?"

"Well, doesn't it seem like the amount of semen in that onahole has decreased a bit?"

The man who didn't even see how much the other man ejaculated couldn't sympathize with what the other man said, but he was still able to think rationally.

'It was such a short period of time that it simply evaporated or dried up. Then, absorption?'

The crazy man then instructed the other man to put the jelly into the shell.

For some reason, it didn't go in as well as before, but I managed to push it in with some force.

'Soira', who was dazed for a while, regained his consciousness only after some time had passed.

"Ah..."

He looked down at his body and touched it here and there, as if he couldn't believe it.

It was then that his memory returned, and he began to recognize his surroundings.

Soira looked at the two men with eyes that had barely regained focus.

"... !"

It screamed something incoherent and clung to the man's lower body. He tried to cling

– Sigh!

Although it could not be achieved due to the chains that were still tied to it.

"Lord, master. Please. Please... Because I will do anything. Master, master..."

The words that came out of my mouth were incoherent and had no content.

However, even in the meantime, it was enough to convey that they were desperate.

Even another man, who prided himself on having gone through some rough times in Peden, even flinched for a moment.

"Hmm."

The man who was looking at the scene with interest stopped his hand from brushing his chin.

What on earth did that strong woman go through to become so broken?

Anyway, it was an interesting research subject.

"If you say you will do anything..."

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A few days later.

In the man's lab, four women stood with a man.

The women showed off their personalities in a variety of hair colors and breast sizes, but they had one thing in common.

Empty eyes.

The plates they were holding were full of jelly of a similar color to their hair, and they were twitching little by little.

No matter what movement the jellies made, the shell that was their body just stood there naked and blank.

And in the meantime, only one female moved.

"Master. Master. Master..."

The female was clinging to the man's lower body with her naked body, repeating the same words as a broken machine.

There was a thick plug stuck in that butt.

– End the flashback room.