Basic Livestock Etiquette: Whip and Carrot
There has to be a carrot if there's a whip. It wasn't as if there were no ways to avoid punishment.
"B62, if you want a comfortable night, just fill up your shop. Got it?"
"Huh? How do I fill the shop...?"
"By showing exemplary behavior as fine livestock or demonstrating excellent training results. For instance, if you don't make a single mistake in the livestock etiquette training you're about to receive, you'll earn shop points. Understood?"
"Yes..."
"Haa, this is the only time I'll explain. Remember it yourself and get used to life as livestock in the Shared Property Facility."
The Manager had taken pity on Heo Seong-ah's state and given her this info, but she showed no sign of grasping it. Starting with the fact that she was still kneeling like a person—that was already a minus. Unbeknownst to her, she'd racked up 6 penalty points.
"We're moving now."
"Y-yes...!"
The Manager yanked her collar hard and led her out of the punishment room.
"Hic... Ngh..."
She crawled on all fours, her ass twitching. Every time her knees hit the floor, the glycerin solution filling her bladder sloshed side to side, sending waves of excruciating abdominal pain.
Before leaving the building, with a blindfold over her eyes, Seong-ah exited the Special Livestock Service Facility and entered the general livestock service facility. All training related to basic livestock competencies was concentrated there.
"We're here."
Entering the etiquette classroom, Seong-ah removed her blindfold and opened her eyes. A drab room with just a single chair. They'd tried to liven it up by pasting red construction paper flowers on the walls, but the mismatched vibe only heightened the fear.
"B62. Take the teacher's test here and pass. Got it?"
"Yes, Manager."
There was a separate "teacher" in the classroom—a hulking brute with a massive facial scar who looked nothing like a government worker. More like some back-alley gangster who'd made a name for himself. He pulled a telescopic baton from his coat pocket, extended it with a snap, and immediately brought it down on Seong-ah's back as she lay prostrate on the floor.
"Kyaaak!!"
Screaming, she rubbed the welt with her hands and sat back on her ass, staring up at the Manager. Confronted by his menacing face, she shrank in terror, shoulders hunched, body trembling.
"Let's see... B62? B62 has no basics at all—no, really none. I'm the etiquette teacher who guides clueless livestock onto the straight and narrow. Got it?"
"Hic... Y-yes..."
Livestock lower than insects didn't get names. He swung the baton through the air, building a brutal atmosphere.
"Unlike other Managers, I hate criminals so much I want to kill them. No matter what crime B62 committed, I can't forgive criminals. Got it?"
"Hic..."
I'm not a criminal—I haven't even fought with friends or stolen so much as a candy... It was insanely unfair that sweet-natured Heo Seong-ah had been dragged to the Shared Property Facility overnight and was suffering like this. Biting her lip, she sniffled and appealed her injustice with tears.
Her silent, pitiful tears only stoked the teacher's rage.
"B62. What the hell are you doing? So unjust to be turned into livestock and abused like this?"
"N-no... Hic..."
"For unrepentant B62 who won't atone for her sins, I'll give extra painful punishment compared to other livestock. We'll start the test now—first, recite the livestock declaration."
"Hic..."
The livestock declaration. It was an inhumane manifesto trampling women's rights into the dirt.
"I, as proud livestock of our nation... pledge to diligently fulfill my childbirth duty until my sentence ends..."
"Good. Next, state the three basic virtues livestock must uphold."
"O-one... I will strive through the Shared Property Facility's training to become excellent breeding livestock."
"Two... As a woman, I will serve as a sex slave to men, refusing no acts they desire, anytime, anywhere."
"Three... Uh..."
Heo Seong-ah couldn't recall the third one clearly and glanced nervously at the teacher. He silently tapped his palm lightly with the baton.
"Three... Three... Ah! I-I, as a rightless breeding slave, will cultivate a devoted service spirit to fulfill my childbirth duty...?"
A bit clumsy, but she'd gotten all three virtues roughly right. The teacher clicked his tongue in disappointment and pocketed the baton.
"Well done. Now, livestock posture test."
Sitting in the chair with legs crossed, the teacher spat a single word at Heo Seong-ah.
"Greeting."
"Yes..!"
Livestock greeting posture. Kneel, press both hands to forehead, bow head deeply—the naked dog pose.
"Waiting posture."
Spread legs horizontally while seated, hands clasped behind head. The one she'd practiced most—Seong-ah held her balance skillfully.
"Pussy inspection posture."
Lie back on the bare floor, spread both legs wide to expose the pussy. Then reach down and pull the labia apart. Revealing slick mucosa and the winking female hole—that was the pussy inspection posture.
"Anal inspection posture."
This time, belly to floor, hips raised high in cat pose. Reach back and pull ass cheeks apart. The hidden chrysanthemum between bloomed open, air kissing the exposed flesh.
"Ngh, haa..."
The repeated postures caused the urine sloshing in her bladder to reflux painfully. Even in this demanding focus, Seong-ah's mind was consumed by the urge to pee.
"Next, meal posture."
Kneel straight-backed, mouth agape wide. Never having eaten yet, Seong-ah couldn't fathom why.
"Excretion posture."
Ass thrust back like a squat, hands fixed behind head. This grueling hold was the livestock excretion posture.
"Well done."
Having mastered all basics, Seong-ah earned the teacher's praise. Thinking she'd get shop points, the baton whistled through the air and struck her breasts.
Whiiish—
"Hik!"
The fast strike hit dead center... bare flesh dented deep, then rebounded with elastic force.
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
Breasts she'd never shown anyone, never been hit—hypersensitive. Unable to bear the pain, Seong-ah curled up, rubbing them frantically. The agony blanked her mind, making her forget her bladder.
"Aaaak... Ahk..."
Rub, rub, rub... the stinging pain wouldn't fade. Why does a lump of fat without bone or muscle hurt so much...? Shame at her sinful female body washed over Heo Seong-ah.
The teacher grabbed her hair and yanked her up.
"B62. With your fine brain, you passed the etiquette test perfectly. That was to celebrate. Got it?"
"Hic, thank you, teacher..."
No matter how unfair, no matter how inhumane—rightless livestock couldn't rebel; she had to smile and thank him.
"I have to train the next livestock, so B62, exit the classroom immediately. Execute."
"Hic, yes..! Teacher..."
No time to dawdle. Seong-ah spread her legs to stand—
The baton flew fast, cracking her ass cheek.
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
Fire exploded on her ass; screaming, she folded her knees to sit. Rubbing the swelling red flesh, she gazed at him in terror.
"B62. What are you doing? Need re-education to get your head straight?"
"Ahk, no... S-sorry... Hic..."
"Livestock default to all fours without orders. Got it?"
"Y-yes..!"
"Exit the classroom now. Execute."
Hands off her burning ass, Seong-ah crawled out like an animal. The attendant Manager waiting outside blindfolded her again and returned her to the Special Livestock Service Facility.
Training ended sooner than expected, leaving spare time. He locked her in an empty room alone.
Still tormented by bladder pressure, Seong-ah panted, cold sweat beading.
"B62. You completed etiquette training excellently. As dedicated Manager, I'll award bonus points."
"Thank you, Manager."
"Keep performing like today. Understood?"
"Yes. Thank you, Manager..."
It didn't sound like praise at all... but Seong-ah forced a awkward smile.