18-127

EP.127 Body Modification (2) 

The manager brought several thick needles, much thicker than injection needles. 

After untying Heo Seong-ah's wrists, he removed the suit covering her hands. 

"Ahhh..." 

Even though only her hands were exposed, Heo Seong-ah trembled and moaned. 

Pleasurable sensations arose whenever her fingers touched each other. 

To resist the unresolvable pleasure, she spread all ten fingers wide and lifted them. 

"Ahhhh..." 

Her effort was admirable, but she couldn't keep her hands raised like that forever. 

Even staying still, Heo Seong-ah felt pleasure from just the air brushing against her skin. 

"Huuu..." 

The modification hadn't even started yet. 

She made crying sounds, already feeling despair at her changed body. 

"B62, just so you know, what you're feeling now is nothing yet. After all the modifications are complete, you may never be able to use your hands again without special gloves." 

"Uuuah..." 

As if responding even though she couldn't hear, Heo Seong-ah let out a moan right as the manager finished speaking. 

"Then I'll begin the modification. I'll warn you, it's going to be excruciatingly painful." 

"..." 

This time there was no response. 

The manager brought a thin, small metal plate with several rings attached. 

It was just big enough for an adult's palm, but there was extra space for Heo Seong-ah who was smaller than average. 

"Huuaah..." 

As her palm touched the cold metal plate, she moaned from the stinging pain that grated on her nerves. 

It was like the pain of biting candy with a rotten, cavity-filled tooth. 

"Ahhh!" 

Expressionlessly, the manager spread Heo Seong-ah's wrist and fingers flat against the metal plate. 

He inserted her fingers into the rings on the plate and tightened them, leaving her unable to move her hand of her own will. 

"B62, do you know about this?" 

"Ahh..." 

The manager kept talking to Heo Seong-ah even though she couldn't hear as he put on latex gloves. 

The drug he was about to use was extremely dangerous, so he had to be very careful not to get any on his own body. 

"The palm..." 

As he began explaining in a calm voice, he dropped a thick needle into a container of sloshing liquid. 

Plop— Bubbles rose from the needle's surface as it sank. 

It was evidence of the drug seeping into the tiny invisible pores. 

"The palm has an extra layer of skin compared to other areas, making it less sensitive. That's why black people have black skin but pink palms." 

The manager gently shook the container to mix the drug. 

He wanted to make sure the needle absorbed as much of the drug as possible, since it would only be used once. 

"Thanks to the reduced sensitivity, humans can move their hands freely by their own will. No one orgasms and squirts just from grasping hot objects or feeling pressure from heavy things, right?" 

The manager smirked, thinking how ridiculous that would be. 

"Do you understand why I'm saying this? When this modification is done... B62 will live that kind of life from now on." 

To turn her into a slut who feels pleasure from even a slight breeze on her fingertips, beyond just her palms... He planned to modify that dull sensation. 

After shaking the drug container for a while, the manager decided it was ready and stopped. 

He used long tweezers to carefully remove the needles one by one. 

There were 10 needles lined up on the shelf in total. 

Originally he wanted to modify her feet and toes too, leaving her unable to walk, but B62's future owner wanted a slave with some humanity left, so he couldn't do excessive modifications. 

It was a shame to only use this powerful drug on her fingers. 

Click— 

After removing all the needles, the manager drew the remaining drug into a syringe and injected it into Heo Seong-ah's suit. 

"Uhhah!!" 

She cried out, startled by the sudden cold sensation of the drug. 

It was a much more potent formula than before, but thanks to the sensation-blocking suit, Heo Seong-ah's reaction was limited to just that. 

Looking forward to the moment the suit would come off after all modifications were complete... the manager grasped a thick needle coated in drug. 

"B62, as I said before, this modification will be extremely painful. Painfully agonizing." 

"Huha..." 

"As a special exception, if you ask me to stop now, I will." 

"..." 

The manager placed the needle against the tip of Heo Seong-ah's left pinky finger and spoke with a sneer. 

Though he made this groundbreaking offer, Heo Seong-ah couldn't respond since she couldn't hear. 

"Silence means consent, they say. So I'll take it that B62 wants the modification herself, and I won't stop from now on." 

The manager firmly grasped Heo Seong-ah's pinky finger and lifted the nail slightly to hold it in place. 

He pierced between the nail with the tip of the thick needle... and pushed it in without hesitation. 

"Huaaahh!!" 

As the needle pushed in steadily, it felt like her nail was being ripped off. 

The white flesh split open and swelled red as if internally bleeding. 

Regardless, the manager shoved the needle all the way to the base of the nail. 

"Naaahh!!" 

Due to repeated drug training, Heo Seong-ah had developed sensitivity many times that of a normal person. She felt pain as intense as pleasure. 

She twisted her restrained body to the limit trying to escape, but of course such struggles were meaningless. 

"In ancient China, there was a torture method of inserting bamboo slivers under the fingernails. I can imagine how painful this must be for B62, but I have no intention of stopping, so please grit your teeth and endure." 

The manager grasped the next needle and lifted Heo Seong-ah's nail slightly to insert it. 

Suddenly realizing his mistake, he burst out laughing. 

"Haha! You can't even grit your teeth since your mouth is forced open. Well... just endure however you can." 

The manager stabbed the needle under the nail and... 

"Kyaaahh!!" 

Heo Seong-ah's screams echoed loudly. 

"Haaah!! Huaah!!" 

"Please stay still. I hope you realize that the more you move, the more you'll suffer." 

The finger he had carefully fixed in place was jerking up and down, making it quite difficult to insert the needle. 

Frowning, the manager pressed down on Heo Seong-ah's finger as if to crush it before stabbing in the needle. 

"Kyuaaahh!!" 

Of course, the pain was indescribably excruciating. 

Though she knew she should stay still, her body moved uncontrollably from the agonizing pain that made her want to die. 

No matter how much she thrashed and struggled, the manager silently continued his work. 

"Not much left now." 

"Kuhuu..." 

Ten fingers, ten thick needles. 

After quickly piercing all the fingers, the manager wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at Heo Seong-ah's face. 

Her vulgar appearance with her face covered by the latex mask, only her mouth visible gaping open from the ring gag. 

The movement of her tongue bobbing up and down as she moaned from the lingering pain was strangely erotic. 

"Good. You look very nice, B62." 

Feeling a sense of blasphemy, the manager moved his mouth around to gather saliva. 

He let the thick saliva drip into Heo Seong-ah's mouth, then chuckled as he watched her gasp for breath. 

"Haha!" 

Whether she liked it or not, she swallowed the foreign substance in her mouth gulp by gulp against her will. 

It was truly lovely to see her eating it deliciously without even knowing what it was. 

"It's really a shame you're livestock with a predetermined owner. Sigh, I'm truly disappointed." 

He tried to shake off the feeling, but it wasn't easy to overcome his desires. 

Letting out a deep sigh and turning his head, the manager saw Heo Seong-ah's hands swelling red where he had inserted the needles. 

The flesh was swelling to the point he worried her nails might fall off, but it was just a temporary side effect of the drug. Once fully absorbed into the skin, it would return to normal. 

The manager continued injecting drug into the latex suit to thoroughly modify other areas as well. 

"Huaah..." 

As the pain in her fingers subsided, Heo Seong-ah twisted her body and moaned as if very uncomfortable with the current situation. 

She must be feeling wet, slippery, and sticky sensations from head to toe... It would be hard to endure with a clear mind. 

She was probably feeling like thousands of large and small slugs were crawling all over her skin. 

"Huaah!" 

If there was tentacle torture in a fantasy world... 

That's what I'd say looking at Heo Seong-ah now.