A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 355: Just Cultural Differences (3) **

The heart contains dreams and hopes.

It's better to have big breasts, but having small breasts doesn't mean you're not attractive.

If possible, it's better to have big breasts!

As you know, I prefer big breasts rather than small breasts. That taste has not changed even now.

Is everything good as long as it's big? How about huge breasts that seem to reach your belly button? To put it simply, if we go into that kind of talk, a war of tastes will literally break out.

Asil likes breasts that are just as big as her own.

A sense of volume that is clearly visible even over clothes. However, the fit of most clothes is ruined.

A weight full of dreams and hopes. Instead, my center of gravity is unclear, and my shoulders hurt.

A fantastic texture that sticks tightly when kneaded. Although he had never touched Asil when he was a man.

Yet, when you tickle your pink nipples, you have a sensitivity that makes you flinch and feel good. If Asil was a man, the following is omitted.

What. It's not that there aren't minor elements that bother me, but since Asil's body was created with all of his tastes, it was only natural that it was Asil's taste itself.

Even these days, sometimes when I feel disturbed, I find peace by rubbing my chest.

Is it because I have become accustomed to the female body? It was difficult to get the pleasure that sent shivers down my spine just by kneading it myself, but it was possible to feel good from the soft and chewy texture.

After massaging it a few times, I was able to gradually understand it.

You can't feel good and satisfied with your own hands.

Peace of mind was achieved. But that was all.

I couldn't get that feeling of my hands and feet shaking, my body flinching involuntarily, and a tingling yet happy feeling spreading throughout my body on my own. It was not satisfactory.

Why? The reason was unknown.

But it was clear that a man was needed.

There, Asil fell into trouble.

But I couldn't ask a man to massage my breasts.

It wasn't about chastity.

Because he was a man, the psychological hurdle for asking for a man was too high.

It's like touching my chest. You might think, but can the man who touched Asil's breasts endure the next step?

Asil thought that couldn't be possible.

He was the type of person who was overly confident about his body.

Anyway, in that sense, the city's unique culture was the perfect excuse for Asil.

They say there is nothing you can do to fit in with the culture.

He left himself in the hands of the clerk and enjoyed the pleasure he had hoped for even though he said he did not want it.

"Huh... Hmm..."

I was still embarrassed to show how I felt, so I bit my fingers and tried to hold back, but it wasn't a feeling I could bear.

Saliva flowed down his lightly bitten index finger.

Before I knew it, the shirt I was wearing had come off, and I was dressed topless.

The outside air felt particularly cool against my excited body.

The clerk's hands moved diligently.

Sometimes I give the entire breast a large massage, and sometimes I fret by gently tickling the areola with my fingertips.

Then, when I flicked the hard erect nipple with my fingertip, Asil's body jumped and her big breasts bounced beautifully.

"Ah... Eww... Well, there..."

"Are you talking about here?"

"Ugh?"

A tingling sensation went through my body.

Is it because I promised the best service as a store clerk? The clerk's touch was ultimately a service aimed at making Asil feel better.

And such intentions are bound to be conveyed to the other person with whom they are face-to-face.

Consideration felt through devoted caress.

After living as a woman for over half a year, Asil's girlish feelings that had developed a little bit responded.

Even if you were originally a man, if you are treated like a woman, you will eventually become a female.

Although it was weak, it was enough to be used as a catalyst for excitement.

"Ugh. Eww..."

However, even with the addition of such a catalyst, it was still not enough.

It felt good to caress the breasts, but it is not easy to go with just the breasts.

I want you to touch me underneath and my vagina too...

Asil hesitated and rubbed his thighs.

Looking at the clerk's dedicated attitude, I thought he would touch it if I asked, but this is a typical etiquette in this city.

Isn't asking to be touched really like bowing down and bowing?

It wasn't easy.

It feels good, I like the thrilling pleasure, but it's not enough to feel the climax.

Although there was no such intention, it made me wonder if it was done on purpose.

Asil, who was stamping her feet internally, suddenly saw something good.

The front of the clerk's pants are bulging.

'Surely, you said it was polite to greet her like this and then return it if she liked it?'

When I first heard it, I only skimmed through it, so I'm not sure if I remember it accurately.

Still, if what I remember is true.

A reciprocating reciprocation invites reciprocating reciprocation, and the level gradually rises... I might be able to relieve this heated body.

Asil placed her hand on the clerk's bulging front.

"Guest?"

Hearing the clerk's puzzled voice, Asil raised her head and faced the clerk.

An expression of anticipation. It was so blatant that even Asil could recognize it.

"I like the service. I want to give back a little. How do you feel?"

There was no way the clerk would refuse.

He's a man too, and even if it's customer service, there's no way he doesn't think about anything while massaging a pretty woman's body.

Asil looked at the clerk who nodded her head with satisfaction and unbuttoned the clerk's pants.

The cock, which was erect enough to hit her tent, suddenly stuck its head out as soon as there was a small gap.

Asil's cool fingers wrapped around the cock that was throbbing hotly as if it were alive.

'This also feels different from the old days.'

Asil felt the cock twitching in her hand and thought as she stroked it.

In the past. So, when she had just become a woman, she could not even imagine touching a man's genitals.

Not gay either. Why do you touch someone else's dick?

However, that feeling gradually subsided as I experienced many events.

Now, my dislike has diminished a lot. To the point where you don't want to touch it even if you die, to the point where you can touch it after much thought if it's profitable.

Of course, the 'benefit' also included physical pleasure.

When did you start to change your mind? I think it started after I met Soira.

Now that I think about it, haven't you been involved in a lot of incidents since you met her?

"Ugh!"

Just before realizing the truth of the world, Asil was awakened by a strange sound made by a store clerk.

When I thought of Soira, I unconsciously tightened my fists and the stimulation on her dick became too much.

"Sorry. "Did it hurt?"

Asil, startled, quickly relaxed his hands. She was even more surprised because she knew very well how much it would hurt if it broke.

However, in the current situation, it was counterproductive.

What would happen if the pressure suddenly weakened on the cock that was being squeezed and stroked with a strong grip?

Moreover, it wasn't like that from the beginning, it just continued to be shaken and stimulated, and this situation arose.

The semen that had been unable to come out due to pressure was pushed out in an instant when the pressure weakened.

As the semen quickly rose up the urethra, Asil could feel his cock swelling with his sensitive senses.

"Uh, what should I do?!"

This is inside the store. There were a lot of clothes on display nearby.

If semen spewed out from a place like this, it was obvious what would happen to the clothes nearby.

What should I do in cases like this?

In Asil's confused mind, the doujinshi database started working for the first time in a long time.

Obviously, when faced with a situation like this, in doujinshi...

There was no time to worry.

Asil did just what came into her mind.

She quickly lowered her head.

I swallowed her glans in her mouth.

The feeling of a wet and hot mouth touching the most sensitive cock.

The clerk couldn't stand it any longer and ended up begging.

– Bye!

"Ugh!"

The taste of male meat that fills your mouth in an instant.

Asil swallowed the semen in his mouth without realizing it because the amount of semen was greater than expected.

Even then, the semen that he could not catch flowed down the corner of Asil's mouth.

As a result, it didn't stand out on the clothes, so it was just as Asil had thought.

"Okay. Cough, Clock."

Regardless of whether I like the process or not.

As I quickly put out the fire, my senses slowly returned.

I could have just blocked it with my palm!

It was a mistake that the reference material was an adult fanzine.

– Rustling.

Asil put his hand on the display stand to stand up again and noticed something touching his hand.

It was transparent vinyl. Wrapping the clothes on display.

That's right. This is a store in a city with such a culture, so there was no way that they had no precautions against semen or love juice splashing.

In the end, Asil's hard work was in vain.

"Customer... I can't believe you did this. I'm thrilled! As a store clerk, I can't lose!"

Still, it was meaningful in that it aroused the clerk's motivation.

Asil looked at the cock becoming hard again as if it had ejaculated, and was a little worried about whether she should be happy.

Anyway, there was no option to get to this point and withdraw.