178 Lena♥ Becomes a Living Doll

178.

,,,Over… Drive…’

As expected, nothing happens.

Even though it’s daytime, I couldn’t activate Overdrive.

I’m an idiot.

Now, I’m a lonely idiot.

I’m not fit to be a hero.

My mental state is weak, and I can’t properly resist pleasure. I’m aware of it.

I shouldn’t have come to this world.

No, I can’t help it since coming here wasn’t my will.

I shouldn’t have been blinded by the title of hero and running around like some savior of the world.

If I had just been caught by those bandits in the beginning, or if I had just holed up in some quiet village corner and lived happily while selling my body, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.

It’s my fault.

I still can’t shake that feeling from my hands. I can’t erase that scene from my eyes.

My chest hurts. It hurts like someone is trying to drill a hole from the inside out with an awl. If it’s going to hurt this much, I’d rather not have a heart at all.

Let’s become a doll.

Bonaparte is scheduled to come at noon today. He said he’s bringing the medicine to kill the heart.

I was waiting for that moment.

So that I can’t think of anything, so that I don’t harbor any more foolish thoughts.

,,,Over… Drive…’

Was there still some lingering attachment left? I repeated it in my mind, but as expected, nothing happens.

,You are no longer qualified to be a hero.’

It felt like someone was saying that.

That’s what I wanted.

Let’s stop. Let’s stop everything, everything.

Let’s stop pretending to be a hero, which doesn’t suit me, and live as a sex toy befitting this lewd body.

If I do that, maybe I can forget.

,Hehe, good… Kehehe…’

Jeff is looking at me and laughing. Unlike in Garan, pure joy was on his face.

Yesterday, he must have been exhausted from all the tension and fatigue, because as soon as Bonaparte left, Jeff fell asleep right next to me. For him, the long-awaited moment to examine his new toy was right now.

Yesterday, he dressed my body in a costume that suited his taste.

A wedding dress with lots of white lace.

In reality, it’s closer to lingerie than a wedding dress.

No, it’s embarrassing to even call it lingerie. If you only consider the area it covers, it’s less than that.

After all, the purpose of the Elena doll is to handle sexual desires.

If I entered a wedding hall in this state, it would be an immediate annulment. I might even get sued.

What a ridiculous taste. Does this piece of trash have some kind of longing for marriage?

Of course, even if that’s the case, I can’t change my expression and have to endure whatever Jeff does.

Jeff’s hand caressed my neck stickily.

,This soft and pretty skin, kehet, to think that it will continue to be mine alone…’

Of course, he wasn’t satisfied with just the neck. Jeff’s rough hand went down my neck and headed for my chest.

His rough hand fondles my large breasts, which are not too burdensome, as he pleases.

Jeff, enjoying the feel of my breasts, had a very moved expression.

,These breasts, these, breasts! I wanted to keep touching them, they kept dangling in front of my eyes…!’

Jeff didn’t get tired of playing with my breasts. A toy with a soft and elastic good feel. Jeff was very absorbed in the new toy he had acquired.

My will is taken away, but my senses remain. The body’s reaction to pleasure is also the same. The more roughly my breasts were fondled, the more the protrusions at the ends began to rise.

Jeff, not missing that point, turned his attention to those nipples. I don’t know what’s so fun about playing with those small protrusions, but he held them between his fingers and wouldn’t let go.

Perhaps he enjoys the difference in sensation between the soft center and the hard, raised parts. Or maybe it’s just a desire engraved in the instincts of a male.

Jeff played with my breasts for a long time and then moved on to the next thing.

Jeff rubbed his face against my waist and stomach, which were wrapped in a white cloth that clung tightly to my body. I could feel the rough texture of his stubble.

My porcelain-like, graceful curves and Jeff’s square face didn’t match well.

,My doll… my… my wife…’

The coercive appearance he showed in Garan may have just been a facade. Jeff, alone with a doll that can’t express any emotions, was relieved and showing his true self.

A harmonious family. Maybe that’s the kind of thing Jeff wanted. A weak heart that wants to be loved, twisted and distorted, may have formed this gloomy personality.

Of course, it’s none of my business.

Jeff’s palm slowly stroked my lower abdomen. My body reacted honestly to that touch. Under the stroked skin, that deep place began to throb.

Jeff’s hand went further down.

The highlight of the sex doll, the pussy.

The two layers of cloth located there were staggered, so it was practically a hole. Without the need to bother taking it off, Jeff’s finger invaded my pussy.

Twitch.

Reacting to the intrusion of a foreign object, my insides twitched. But it’s not an unpleasant reaction.

My pussy was showing a reaction of enjoying the man’s teasing. Even more welcoming than when I had my own will.

In response, my waist also moved little by little. But only very slightly. It may contain the creator’s philosophy that pleasure should be given, but the doll should only be a doll.

,Hehe…’

Jeff, who had been fondling my pussy until he was tired of it, took out his dick. It was erect to the limit. His dick, which was just about average in size, was still quite thick.

Before inserting it, he came up to my upper body and shoved it into my mouth. It seems he’s the type to examine every nook and cranny of a toy he gets his hands on before playing with it in earnest.

My mouth also didn’t reject the thick foreign object that suddenly invaded. Like my pussy, it moved little by little, expressing its welcome. The entire inside of my mouth and my tongue moved slightly, tickling Jeff’s dick.

The taste and smell of his dick were being conveyed directly to my consciousness. A musty and damp, male smell. A salty and fishy taste of filth.

The moment I felt that, a fire was lit in my heart, which I thought was empty.

Riel died. He killed Riel. My heart, which soared like a flame, was screaming for me to bite off that vital spot. I tried to respond to it as well.

But nothing happens.

Even though I hate it, even though I don’t like it, I continued to feel its disgusting taste and smell.

I’m a doll. The doll was just reacting to the dick in its mouth and continuing to give it a slight stimulation.

,,,Damn it… Damn it…!’

As much as the emotions that soared, a great sense of emptiness returned. The fire that had lost its way became self-hatred and tormented me even more.

I was powerless.

Jeff, who was enjoying the movement of my mumbling mouth, took his dick out of my mouth. Jeff’s dick, glistening with my saliva, and my pussy, which had become even wetter from sucking his dick, were in the perfect condition for insertion.

,Okay, here I come, Lena…!’

Lena. That seems to be the name Jeff gave me after I was reborn as a doll. Calling that name, Jeff’s dick thrust deep into Lena’s pussy.

The sensation of my body being filled with pleasure crashes into my mind. There’s no use resisting.

Of course, I don’t like it. There’s nothing I hate more than feeling pleasure from the dick of the person I need to take revenge on. But harboring the flames of hatred only makes me feel more powerless.

No matter what I think, nothing changes. I’m just being helplessly beaten by pleasure as Jeff thrusts into me.

Rather than rejecting it one by one…

,Huk, huk, Lena… Lena!’

Jeff, not getting tired of talking to a doll with no expression and no response, covered my body with his own and moved only his waist violently, as if he had a motor attached to it.

The moment of climax was approaching soon. But my body didn’t move at all even at the moment of climax. It was only my spirit inside that was taking the full brunt of the climax’s tremendous shock.

The climax felt without the control of the body was too violent. I couldn’t even do the minimum defense of pushing the other person away or letting my body go limp. My weak spirit had to endure that climax as it was, without even a minimal shield.

A terrifying sensation like holding my small soul and shaking it wildly.

Moreover, it didn’t end with just one time.

Jeff, not knowing that I was coming, naturally didn’t care at all and moved his waist a lot.

While I was coming, I had to feel the overlapping climaxes several times from the sensation of his dick scratching and thrusting into my vagina.

It’s like the feeling of becoming a piece of paper that’s been put in a washing machine. It was the feeling of my soul being washed with filth.

But I could forget about it just for that moment.

Inside this intense pleasure, I can forget. The fact that I was a hero, the hardships I experienced as a hero…

– Is it really okay to forget?

Such a trivial question was quickly swallowed up in the torrent of pleasure.

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,Jeff, how have you been… Ugh, what’s that smell…’

Bonaparte grabbed his nose as soon as he came in. And for good reason. The room was filled with the stuffy air and the smell of male and female bodily fluids.

Bonaparte frowned slightly as he looked at the appearance of the hero Elena. Her mouth, upper body, and lower body were all covered in semen. There were all sorts of sex toys around.

,Her consciousness must still be there…’

Thinking about what kind of hellish prison of consciousness the hero Elena might be trapped in inside, Bonaparte also felt a bit eerie.

But he shook his head. That’s it. Soon, she will be transformed into a complete doll without pain or hatred.

,Ah, Master, Master-nim!’

It wasn’t until Bonaparte came right next to him that Jeff noticed his visit. He was using Elena’s ass with rough hip movements.

In a flustered manner, Jeff moved away from the hero Elena and put on his clothes. Bonaparte shook his head and took something out of his bag.

,Master-nim, what is that?’

,You fool… Didn’t I tell you yesterday? It’s the medicine to kill the heart.’

What Bonaparte took out was a syringe. A syringe filled with orange liquid.

The fact that she had become a doll and was being violated by Jeff even though a new day had dawned meant that she was unable to activate Overdrive, as Bonaparte had figured out.

The power of will. It was the moment when his belief that that was the condition needed to activate Overdrive became even more firm.

If so, if he injects this once a day for the next three days, the hero Elena will no longer be able to escape her fate as a doll.

Bonaparte skillfully inserted the needle into Elena’s arm.

,Hero, if the meaning of that name is ‘courageous person’…’

The more the orange liquid was injected, the more Elena’s eyes seemed to lose their light.

,This is no longer a hero.’