Grasping One's Place
The Manager pulled a portable livestock recognition reader from the inner pocket of his overcoat. It was a device that displayed information on the livestock when scanned against their IC Chip.
"Since B62 can't grasp the situation, I'll demonstrate it myself with actions."
"Yes..."
The Manager set the reader down on the floor and took a step back.
"If you go to the labor facility, there are readers embedded in the floor at every entrance like this. Do you understand how the livestock scans them?"
"Yes. I understand..."
To scan the IC Chip embedded in her pussy with the reader... It meant she had to humiliatingly sit on the bare ground and press her pussy down firmly.
"Then try it yourself."
"Pardon?"
The moment she questioned him, the Manager slapped Heo Seong-ah's cheek without mercy.
Her mind flashing clear, Seong-ah touched her reddened cheek with her hand, holding back tears.
"It seems B62 has a constitution that just can't grasp her place easily."
"Hic, I'm sorry..."
"It's fine. It's a common phenomenon among women who had strong pride in society."
The Manager took a small remote from his inner pocket. It was a crude rectangular shape with just two buttons—one red, one black.
He gripped the remote and pointed it at Heo Seong-ah's lower abdomen.
"Judging by B62's looks, you must have lived quite the privileged life outside. But now that you've entered the Shared Property Facility and become female livestock, remember that you're all equal impregnation slaves. Don't forget that."
"Yes... I'm sorry for acting arrogant..."
"And one more thing: apologies from livestock that are just words are meaningless. Always remember that committing a wrong means a punishment fitting that wrong."
"Hic, yes..."
"Then, let me show the defiant B62 just a taste of the IC Chip's power."
The Manager firmly pressed the red button on the remote.
At that instant, a powerful electric shock surged from the IC Chip clamped tightly at the base of her clitoris.
"Kyahhhh!!"
Clutching her crotch and collapsing forward, Heo Seong-ah rolled on the ground, her thighs trembling violently. The pain of electricity directly searing her most sensitive erogenous zone—one of the most delicate parts—was impossible to endure in her right mind.
"Aaaahk...! Aak...!!"
Heo Seong-ah wailed, tears and snot streaming down her face. After ten seconds of continuous shock, urine trickled out from the end of her urethra, which could give no more.
"B62, did you piss yourself again?"
"Hic, I'm sorryyy..."
Apologies that are just words are meaningless...? Recalling the Manager's words from moments ago, Heo Seong-ah clung to his ankle in terror of another shock.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorryyy! I hate pain!! That really hurts... hic..."
"B62, what are you doing right now?"
"Hic... guk...!"
The Manager ruthlessly shook his foot, kicking Heo Seong-ah's body away. She tumbled back powerlessly, landing butt-first in her own piss.
"Livestock must never touch a Manager, under any circumstances. Even if it's your first day, B62, you're utterly clueless."
"I'm sorry... hngk..."
"Enough. I've decided it's pointless to kindly teach manners to B62. So we'll skip this lesson."
The Manager pulled a small booklet from his inner pocket. The plain, about ten-page manual contained all the information on basic livestock knowledge, etiquette, and posture training.
"B62 will study this on her own without the Manager's help. Understood? If you fail tomorrow's test, you'll face severe punishment."
"Hic, yes... I understand..."
"Then pick up the booklet and stand. Execute."
Heo Seong-ah obediently took the booklet and stood on her feet. Sensing his gaze, she started to crouch again, but the Manager swallowed a sigh and yanked her collar upward.
"B62, when the Manager says 'stand,' you just stand. Got it?"
"Yes, Manager..."
Heo Seong-ah stood again on two feet and clasped her hands in front. The Manager grabbed her collar and dragged her outside to the flower bed faucet.
She realized he hadn't restrained her, but since no livestock ever escaped once they'd come this far, she let it pass.
The Manager took the hose, turned on the faucet, and icy cold water blasted out, slamming into Heo Seong-ah's body like it would freeze her skin.
"Heek, hng...! Ahk..."
"B62, don't move. Do you want punishment?"
"Hic...!"
The Manager sprayed rough jets of water over every part of her body. It wasn't washing a body—it was like hosing down an object. Feeling humiliated by this harsh reality where she no longer had human rights, Heo Seong-ah shed secret tears.
"This is what 'washing' means for livestock. Get used to it as soon as possible, even if it's hard."
"Hng, yes..."
"Now, to your room."
Dragged soaking wet, Heo Seong-ah entered Room 62 and spent the whole day studying livestock etiquette.
"Hic..."
In the narrow room structurally restricting her movements... Seong-ah couldn't sit or lie down; she huddled against the wall, squatting, and studied livestock etiquette. The only light was the dim bulb from the corridor beyond the iron bars. Even that was so faint she had to strain her eyes to read the text.
"Hng..."
Terrified of tomorrow's punishment, Heo Seong-ah studied with wide eyes all night, without sleep.
8 a.m. sharp. With a beep, all the iron bars of the Special Livestock Detention Center opened.
"Get out quick and line up for roll call!"
The Manager's voice boomed through the corridor. The livestock crawled out of their rooms one by one and waited for roll call. Heo Seong-ah, quick on the uptake, slipped out the open door and assumed the same [Waiting Posture] as the others.
Just like she'd been doing: legs spread horizontally in a squat, hands clasped behind her head. A humiliating pose that blatantly exposed her pussy, breasts, and armpits.
This was the basic of basics for livestock, called the [Waiting Posture].
"Hng..."
Seong-ah's eyes met those of the livestock facing her. The young woman, seemingly in her twenties, was gaunt from harsh training and torture. How long had she been trapped in this detention center...? Her eyes held no spark of life. Unable to guess the years, Heo Seong-ah thought of her own bleak future, furrowed her brow, and turned away.
"B1... B2... B3..."
The Manager checked each livestock's condition in order, noting any irregularities. After morning roll call, they moved to their assigned training facilities.
"B59... B60... B61..."
The Manager's voice drew closer. Soon it was Heo Seong-ah's turn.
"B62."
"Yes."
"How was your first night? Surviving?"
The Manager asked jokingly, snorting derisively. Nothing was funnier than women who'd slept in comfort and dreamed happily their whole lives, now trapped in a livestock center without human rights, wailing through the night.
"It was okay..."
"Okay? What was okay about it?"
"Th-that..."
"Does that mean, 'I'm not sorry at all to my victims for my crimes, and the detention life is so comfy I slept like a baby'?"
"N-no, ah... no..! Th-that's not..."
"If not, then what does 'okay' mean?"
It was just a thoughtless slip from her. But the Manager doggedly probed, and now she couldn't complain about the discomfort. Caught in her own words, Heo Seong-ah swallowed, face crumpling like she might cry.
"B62, this isn't society. Get rid of that naive idea that tears solve everything."
"Y-yes... hic..."
"That question was just idle curiosity. No big meaning, so don't mind it."
A mere Manager had no authority to diagnose livestock psychology. It really was just curiosity.
"By the way, comfy sleep ends today. From now on, depending on your training evaluation scores, you'll get punished even mid-sleep. So strive to be a perfectly obedient livestock."
"Yes..."
"Then B62, move to your training area... Wait, your record shows punishment scheduled for this morning?"
"Ah..."
The forgotten terror of punishment revived; Seong-ah's body visibly twitched.
"Before training, we'll stop by the first-floor punishment room."
"Yes..."
The Manager on roll call radioed for Heo Seong-ah's assigned handler. Moments later, the man descending the stairs was the Manager who'd tormented her viciously yesterday.
"B62. Did you perfectly study the etiquette I assigned yesterday?"
"Yes, esteemed Manager..."
Livestock must always address Managers with respect and honorifics, no matter when or where.
Earning plus points for this, Heo Seong-ah smiled faintly, stretched her legs, and stood.
But...
"Aaak!!"
A massive fist immediately flew in, burrowing into Heo Seong-ah's abdomen.