Chapter 347 – Let’s Enjoy the Daedongje Festival (2)
“It hurts!! Ugh, uh, that’s it… !”
The problem was that one of the post-uterine magical girl costumes, a garter belt that pulls the pussy hole wide open, was discovered.
At the [Jewelrytopia] Booth, they gave Umi a clamp fake piercing, saying that there was an item suitable for such a magical girl.
No need to pierce raw flesh with a piercing hole that will leave a mark for life.
A fake piercing item that gives the effect of having a piercing!
However, unlike piercing, where accessories are inserted into the hole,
Fake piercings cut off the area.
If you ask me, you could say that the pain on this side is longer and lasts longer.
This is especially true if you put it on your full or sensitive nipples and clitoris.
It can’t be compared to having clothespins attached.
Pain that is felt even by the zipper.
“Kwaaak? Kkkk. Ooh, wow!!”
Nipples and clitoris that look like they might break at any moment.
It feels like I’ve been burned by fire, and even my face becomes distorted.
Either way, I want to remove it quickly, but it’s attached so well that it won’t come off even if I pull it to its limit.
“Huh? Well… Ah, apod!
Rather, it looks like she is climaxing by pulling on her nipples and clitoris, making her look even more vulgar.
“What’s the fuss?”
“Wow, it’s crazy, there was someone at this booth who asked for nipple and clitoris piercing!!”
“Oh, no, no, no, no…”
People come to the booth after hearing Umi’s scream.
Click. A photo shows her shaking her uterus and pulling on her nipples and clitoris.
All of a sudden, the booth was packed. People order handmade accessories of their own choice, but ironically, no one gets piercings like Woomi, who became a public relations ambassador.
“Did you really break it? Ah, I guess not.”
For a moment, an unfamiliar finger approaches Umi’s nipple as she catches her breath.
“Don’t touch me, ugh…” !!”
“Wow, even if I pull it like this, it won’t fall. “I guess I’m biting it really hard.”
“Kwak? “What if you pull it so carelessly?”
“Every time I pull it, the bottom gets wet?”
“No, no, huh… Huh…” !”
Even when I come to look at accessories, I get distracted by customers who try to pull or pinch the piercings on Umi’s nipples or clitoris.
“Then I’ll pay for this chain bracelet and leave. “How much is it?”
“Twelve thousand won.”
“Now, wait a minute, hehe? Hi, this is tangled, huh? Keek? “Keg?!”
Meanwhile, the chain bracelet accessory that a female student ordered and the clitoral piercing get tangled up.
Umi is dragged outside the booth with a squishing sound.
A female student who noticed this tried swinging her arms around to get the tangle out.
“Kwaek! Five grains? Ugh? Ah?!”
The situation does not get any better except for Umi’s colorful poses with her crotch raised.
While onlookers watch around, another male student comes carrying a tool such as pliers.
While Umi is in an obscene position with her legs wide open and her clitoris lifted upward.
It was only after breaking off the chain bracelets tangled in her piercings one by one… That Umi was able to be freed from this hellish moment.
Umi drops her womb onto the asphalt and lets out her heavy breath.
The female student who had once been Namaumi’s destined partner touched her wrist where her bracelet was.
Hehe.”
“Hey. Because of that, the chain bracelet I bought was ruined.”
“J-Je-seong-ah…” .”
“Okay, I’ll take the money for the bracelet from her wallet.”
“Huh, huh.”
I am filled with sadness after being publicly shamed by the ongoing pain and losing up to 12,000 won.
Clutching her throbbing clitoris, Umi leaned into her accessory booth again.
“Dojo, seal…”
“Ah, you’re collecting stamps. “You’re collecting seven, right?”
“Yes that’s right…”
“Hmm~ Then, if you go around the remaining six places in that shape, I will take a picture of you. Right now, Woomi’s response is so good that I want to spread the word to other people and students in other campuses. “Can I ask for that much publicity?”
“… Yes?”
In the end, after all her hardships, she walked out of her booth without even receiving a stamp.
As soon as she came out, Umi sat down in her OTL posture.
Even as she sits down, the piercings hanging from her nipples and clitoris and her uterus trembles. Every time her sensitive mucous membrane collides with the clitoral ring, an incredible amount of love juice overflows.
“Hehe, I chose completely wrong… !”
* * *
From then on, Umi’s ordeal to get a seal continued.
[Manicure Experience Beauty Booth]
“Hey, that’s the beauty & nail club booth over there, right? I came here to experience manicure…”
“Oh yeah? “Raise your legs.”
“?”
Why not the back of your hand… ?
“Yes? Oh, no. Well, not there! “Fingernails, I came here to do my nails?!”
“Hmm. “You have great fashion sense.”
“Well, ugh. If you have a piercing, don’t pinch it with your manicured nails?! Oh, and please do it on your nails, not your uterus!! Huh, huh? You don’t think this is nail polish?! Ugh?!”
Squeak, rumble.
The uterus was manicured almost compulsorily.
Moreover, the sticky coating on the uterine cavity was not ordinary nail polish, but a colorless and odorless medicine.
The sensitivity has increased to the point where I can react sensitively to each single hair of the nail brush.
“Hmm… It’s just a fine brush the size of a mouse’s tail, so it’s going to take some time to paint the entire uterus, right? Guys. “Please come over here and help me with my brush work.”
“Huh? Huh, huh?!”
Surrounded by dozens of nail club members.
It took about 30 minutes to paint the uterus with a fine powder using a fine brush barely the size of a fingernail.
Thanks to the meticulous finishing, you can feel the increase in sensitivity due to the slight medicine every time the soft vaginal walls squirm.
“… Whew. It’s finally over. I think it took longer because I was struggling around. Phew,~”
“Eh, eh?! That? Oh, oh oh oh?!?!”
After finishing the work, the wind blows as if to let the aphrodisiac seep in quickly, and Umi’s waist rises.
Just the shaking of the uterus makes her feel dizzy and drowsy – to the point where it can be said that she has regained her original spirit as a magic girl after losing her womb.
“Anyway, Manager. “I don’t have a rubber stamp to use for painting, so what should I do?”
“… Okay? Then, let’s take a picture with that sparkly nail polish on. You’ll probably like it more because it’s prettier than other booth seals, right? Well, it might sting because it’s made of material, but whatever.”
“… Eh, eh? What?!?!”
After a while.
As the glitter-painted cervix stamp dried, Umi’s lower body was blowing on her pamphlet, and glitter-coated love juice was flowing down.
* * *
[Old arcade game booth]
“Woah, this is a retro arcade game booth from the 80s, right… ? Are you sure that you will get a stamp in the game whether you lose or not? Yes? You say you have to win to get a picture? Well, then I guess I won’t do it… Oh, you’re saying you won’t do it? It’s okay, I won’t do it… Now, wait a minute, don’t drag me away! Oh, and why are there no chairs in front of the arcade machine…? Ugh?! The joystick is inside the uterus… Huh, huh? Because of the heightened sensitivity, my waist automatically… Uh, why am I in this state, starting the game…?!?!”
Several entertainment machines installed outside the booth.
Among them, Umi and Daejeon are sitting right on top of one of the arcade machines. The battle begins regardless of Umi’s will.
“… You want to play the game without using your hands?! They are completely looking down on the classic game department!!”
“Eh? That’s not it, I’m forcing it now… ! Hmm, sigh?!”
The joystick embedded inside the uterus moves with a crackling sound, but then gets stuck deep inside the uterus due to the weight on it.
In order to operate the joystick, which was completely covered in cervix, Umi hugged the game console and shook her waist, spurting out a lot of love juice.
It looks like… !
“Look at that! A magical girl is raping the arcade!”
“Oh my god! It’s an insult! It’s an insult to arcade machines and classic games… ! Such a shameless act… !”
“Huh?! No, no! Ugh… !”
But still, Umi can’t stop her waist.
The dopamine boiling over due to the uterus soaked in aphrodisiacs turns the brain into sticky dough… But…!
You can’t make a challenge you’ve already started meaningless… !
“I-I have to win… Hey, win! I have to win… ! Ugh, wow, wow?!”
However, there is no way that Umi, who climaxes just by shaking the cervix, can control the joystick.
Umi’s fighting character on the screen is hit without even a single proper attack.
Even if you look at that and shake the womb holding the joystick to the point of making a crackling sound, you can’t beat the head of the classic game club who is starting to use combo skills… !
“Please be prepared!”
A special move technique emerging from the arcade across the street with possessed control.
As soon as Umi’s fighting character rises into the air, K.O. Displays cover the screen.
Complete defeat.
“Ugh… ! Well… !”
I shook my waist so hard that my lower abdomen bulged because of the joystick stuck deep inside my uterus.
I was completely blown away by my gaming skills, which were inversely proportional to my passion.
“Then the seal… !”
“The loser is not allowed a seal… !”
“Well, that…” !”
“But there is always the possibility of resurrection in the arcade.”
Possibility of resurrection… ?!
Umi raised her head at the words of the person who was watching the game, probably the vice president.
The number next to Insert Coin is decreasing on the blinking screen of the arcade machine.
“What are you planning to do? Are you going to give up and leave like this? Or would you like to challenge the manager’s character once again…? ?”
“Uh, uh… It can’t go on like this… !”
The vice president nodded to Umi’s curious answer.
“Good. “I will take over your mindset and give you a chance to try again.”
The manager’s hand approaches the coin insertion area at the bottom of the joystick, below Umi’s uterus.
“… Coin… Are you providing one service?!”
In response to Umi’s question, the deputy director shook her head and spread her hands. An unfamiliar metal object is in her hand.
“No. The arcade is hard.”
“Eck.”
A relic that was responsible for the infinite power of classic amusement machines has appeared.
“Turn off, turn off?!?”
Shock of 10,000 volts!!
A powerful voltage surges up to the game console board and the joystick covered by Umi’s uterus.
“Oh, follow it. After all, can’t it be done all at once? Then one more time.”
“Turn off, turn off?!?”
Umi jumping around like a frog undergoing an electrical experiment.
However, even in a re-challenge that even mobilized the arcade crackler, Umi could not defeat the head of the classic entertainment department.