Breast Service Training
Gestures can only teach so much—it's always faster to learn by watching up close. Before launching into the real lesson, the Manager started to remove the blindfold from Heo Seong-ah's eyes, then thought better of it and left it on. Depriving her of sight... it was all for the grand finale on her "final day." No matter what happened until then, the blindfold stayed put.
"Livestock Number B62, I'll guide you through the motions myself, so pay close attention and learn well. Understood?"
"Yes... Manager..."
Grabbing her wrist with a resigned sigh, he maneuvered her hand to show her exactly where and how to service him. First, he extended her arm forward until her fingers wrapped around his cock.
Heo Seong-ah jolted at the feel of the hot, rigid shaft in her grip, her hand going slack in shock.
"Livestock Number B62, you've done handjobs plenty of times by now, haven't you? Do it properly."
"Y-yes..."
A handjob was basic service anyone could manage without instruction—just grip the cock and stroke it up and down. If she couldn't even handle that, she'd be nothing but worthless trash unfit for use.
"Ugh... ngh..."
Unwilling but obedient, Heo Seong-ah shook her hand as ordered, stimulating his cock. Cupping both hands with a light squeeze, she slid them from the base to the tip, urging him toward release—but no man in the world would cum from such clumsy strokes.
"You're still new at this, so the stimulation's weak. But you'll pick up the knack with practice, so I won't bother training handjobs."
"Yes, Manager..."
Whether sex or caressing, practice trumped theory every time. He'd leave handjob refinement to her future owner. What she needed now was "breast service" training.
"Now, let's begin the real lesson."
"Yes..."
"Do you know why I had you stroke my cock by hand before starting breast training?"
"Uh... n-no, I don't..."
She could never predict the Manager's whims.
"Haa... I wish you'd think before you speak."
"Ah, s-sorry...!"
He disliked how she snapped to answer his questions like a machine. Brushing it off with a smirk, he thrust his upright cock forward like a trophy, tapping it against the breasts of the kneeling Heo Seong-ah.
"Hik! Ngh..."
"Listen up—it's simple. A man's cock doesn't go straight into full arousal just because it's hard. Pleasure builds gradually from stimulation until it bursts. Stroking it by hand before service? That's "foreplay," plain and simple."
"Yes, Manager..."
"So from now on, before your tits get used, you lube up the man's cock with your hands first—warm it up properly."
"Yes..."
Not grasping why he emphasized it so much, Heo Seong-ah let it slide in one ear and out the other, figuring it wasn't a big deal.
"Once it's fully rigid, use lube for more strokes. Not to make it feel good yet—just slick it lightly from tip to base a few times."
"Yes, got it..."
Finishing his explanation, the Manager rubbed her slightly parted lips with his finger. Caught off guard without her sight, she flinched and clamped her mouth shut.
"Livestock Number B62, relax and stay still no matter what I do."
"Uh... y-yes..."
"Don't you want this over quick? Resist if you want it to drag on."
"N-no...!"
No choice anyway. Better to rip the band-aid off fast. Heo Seong-ah parted her lips, accepting his finger as it probed inside—rubbing her teeth, poking her cheeks, dragging along her tongue to coat it in saliva.
"See? Oh, right—you can't."
Mocking her, he dangled his spit-slick finger before her blindfolded eyes. With a sneer, he wiped it openly across her upper breasts, smearing the saliva.
"Hngh..."
"Normally, you'd use spit for lube. But you've got something better, don't you, B62?"
"Wh-what...? Aaagh!!"
His fingers suddenly clamped her nipple like he meant to rip it off. The wound still raw, pain shot through her; she screamed, grinding her teeth.
"Grrrrgh! Aaaah...!"
Pinching, twisting the nipple and kneading her breast—pure white breast milk squirted out in an arc. Catching it in his palm, the Manager lightly slapped her cheek with it.
"Hng... ngh..."
Blind, but the sweet-scented liquid trickling down her cheek felt utterly degrading.
"Using breast milk for lube on tits looks hotter than spit and saves time. Got it?"
"Hngh... y-yes..."
"Now, breast training starts. Do exactly as I taught you."
"Yes..."
Heo Seong-ah gripped her own nipple, squeezing the tip to milk out the fluid. Watching briefly, the Manager sighed deeply and spread his palm wide.
Then he slapped her breast hard.
Smack!—
"Kya aaaah!!"
Milk burst from the quivering peak in the shock's rebound.
"Livestock Number B62, what was that? What did I say to start with?"
"Uh...?"
"Stroke the cock first. Haa, can't you focus? Need real punishment to snap out of it?"
"N-nooo! Sorry! I'll do it right... hngh, no more pain...!"
"Then hurry up. Begin."
"Ngh..."
Rubbing her throbbing, red handprint-marked breast, Heo Seong-ah extended her trembling hand forward. Groping blindly left and right for his cock, her flailing was almost comical.
"Hng, ngh..."
Shaking himself teasingly, the Manager chuckled at her fumbling for a good while before leaning his hips in. Finally grasping it, she began servicing with gentle strokes.
"Hngh... hng..."
Touching a man's cock by choice never felt right. Pussy, ass, mouth—those were holes forced open. But hands? She had to use them herself. The shame of active participation hit different.
"Hnnngh..."
Grudgingly slicking it enough, she pulled her hands away—bracing for another slap but relieved when he just watched. Milking her breasts full into her palms, she clapped them together like applying lotion, coating them thickly.
Reaching out again, she slathered the cock meticulously from glans to root, as instructed.
"Good. The restraints limit you too much... I'll release them specially."
"Yes, Manager..."
The collar fixing her neck fell away limply. Physically freer now, but she stayed kneeling, continuing service—upholding a female livestock's basics: no unsanctioned movement.
"Excellent, B62. Keep it up, and we'll wrap breast training quick."
"Yes..."
No rest afterward anyway... but she desperately wanted this humiliating ordeal over.
"Now spread your tits wide and clamp the cock."
"Yes..."
Parting her breasts with both hands, she enveloped his cock in the center and squeezed tight. No matter how hard she pressed, the soft flesh barely stimulated him—only she felt the crushing pain.
Oblivious to that, Heo Seong-ah powered through the ache, shaking her wrists diligently to serve her future owner.
"Good. Keep going just like that."
"Y-yes..."
Her jiggling tits were lewd no matter the angle. Slick with milk, each up-down thrust slapped wetly like pounding dough.
Plap plap plap!—
In the wordless service, only the vulgar sounds broke the silence.
"Hng, hngh... kkh..."
Even as her arms burned from the effort, the Manager remained unmoved.
"Hmm..."
Dutifully titfucking him was hot to watch... but this dry stimulation wouldn't make him cum for hours.
"Ah...!"
A brilliant idea striking, the Manager smirked and stroked her head.