Human Body Modification
The room they arrived at for human body modification was unlike the other training rooms—cramped and starkly empty. In a narrow space about the size of the one Heo Seong-ah usually lived in, there was nothing but a single iron bed standing alone.
"Livestock Number B62, go inside and lie down."
"Hic... Yes..."
Unable to see, Heo Seong-ah shuffled into the room, pushed along by the Manager's hand on her back. Puzzled about where exactly she was supposed to lie, she groped forward with both hands outstretched.
"Ah..."
After two or three steps, something hard jabbed her knee, halting her. Normally, she would have screamed and fallen, or clutched her knee and collapsed in tears... but the Latex Suit blocking her sensations left her feeling no pain at all.
"Ugh... Uh..."
With trembling hands, she crawled onto the iron bed she'd bumped into, lying back against it. The bed was so small that she could barely fit by lying at attention, arms stretched straight down at her sides.
Clink-clink─
Even lying still, the eerie sound from beneath her feet set her nerves on edge.
The Manager, as always, impassively prepared the aphrodisiac for the training. After a long while, once everything was ready, he walked toward Heo Seong-ah's face where she lay obediently.
"Livestock Number B62."
"Yes...! Gk...!"
She jolted, shoulders shaking at the sudden voice by her ear. Ignoring it, the Manager deftly connected bands to the rings protruding from the iron bed, binding her limbs securely. He restrained her neck so she couldn't lift her head. Her wrists and elbows so her arms couldn't move. Her ankles and thighs so her legs couldn't budge.
"Can you move?"
"Ah... Uh... No..."
Heo Seong-ah tensed her muscles slowly from head to toe. Like a fish out of water, her waist arched up and down—that was the only movement she could manage.
Having deliberately left her waist unbound for visual pleasure, the Manager nodded in satisfaction and picked up the syringe filled with aphrodisiac.
"Livestock Number B62, do you know what function the suit covering your body serves right now?"
"That is..."
"As I recall mentioning several times, it's fine if you don't. I'll explain again."
"...I don't know."
Heo Seong-ah answered honestly. Pretending to know with some lame lie would only provoke the Manager's anger.
"Yes, understood. Then I'll explain it briefly and simply."
Before the explanation, the Manager rubbed the upper part of the Latex Suit Heo Seong-ah wore. He brushed aside the sweat-matted hair from her nape, found the small hole there, and without hesitation plunged the syringe in, injecting the aphrodisiac.
Feeling nothing, Heo Seong-ah lay still, oblivious to the change in her body. If her eyes hadn't been covered, she probably would have wailed in terror.
"Now, Livestock Number B62. The suit you're wearing blocks all bodily sensations at the source."
"Yes..."
"It prevents you from feeling pain, pleasure, or any other stimuli—but it doesn't eliminate them. It accumulates them."
"Yesss..."
She knew that better than anyone from experience. She'd been spanked repeatedly while wearing the suit... and the moment it came off, the accumulated pain had crashed over her, bringing floods of tears.
"The Latex Suit is a highly effective tool for training female livestock, favored by many Managers. Humans are animals that can't live without stimuli, and when female livestock can't seek it themselves, they naturally grow more submissive over time. Though looking at you now, Livestock Number B62, it's hard to tell if that's true."
"Hic..."
She wanted to deny it, but she couldn't. If they'd just left her in a corner wearing the Latex Suit without any training stimuli, she too would have wept and begged for submission like the other female livestock.
"By the way, the real reason for using the Latex Suit is something else."
"Yes?"
"You might not feel it, Livestock Number B62, but the suit you're in is filled with a high concentration of aphrodisiac right now. We put it on you from day one to ensure full absorption and heighten your body's sensitivity."
"Ah...?"
No wonder the inside of the suit felt so sticky and unpleasant... it was all from the aphrodisiac smeared on her skin.
"You can guess the rest without explanation, right?"
"Ah... Ahk..."
Heo Seong-ah had been marinating in aphrodisiac without realizing it. The Latex Suit blocked all sensation... but what would happen when it came off? She could imagine all too well without him saying it.
"Ah... Sob... Please... spare me..."
"Hah, what are you talking about."
Even as they spoke, the Manager kept injecting aphrodisiac into the suit through the syringe—a far more potent, fast-acting dose than before. If he stripped the suit off now, she might pass out or even die from the overwhelming pleasure... but there was still much left to do.
"If I wanted to kill you, Livestock Number B62, why would I go through all this trouble?"
"Sob, ugh..."
"No need to worry. I'll play with you as much as I want... for a very, very long time... until you beg to die but can't. Haha!"
"Just kidding. Haha!"
What happened after leaving the Shared Property Facility was no longer his concern. The owner would handle it somehow.
"Livestock Number B62, since this is the final training, just lie still until dinner, and it'll be over."
"Sob, hic... Until dinner...?"
"Curious? Well, if I must say, you'll have the suit removed."
"Hic...!"
The Manager teased her by mentioning exactly what she feared most, without giving details.
"Livestock Number B62, do you plan to live your whole life in a Latex Suit? It's inevitable anyway. Look forward to the fun later while fully enjoying this aphrodisiac soak for now."
"Nooooo... Hic... I don't want it!!"
"Please stop the tantrums. You're not a child, are you?"
Always crying and thrashing... unable to control her emotions and rebelling... failing at flattery while chasing only her own gain... Heo Seong-ah was childish from one to ten.
"Haha..."
The Manager grinned widely and gently stroked her hair. Soon, just this touch would make her soak her crotch like a slut... He felt a twinge of pity.
"Livestock Number B62, I'll give you a choice."
"Hic, yes...?"
"If you endure today obediently, I'll give you a special meal of whatever you want for dinner."
What did such consideration matter now? But from Heo Seong-ah's perspective, having eaten only thick, tasteless liquid food since arriving at the Shared Property Facility, it was an offer worth accepting.
"R-Really...?"
"Of course. Have I ever lied to you?"
"No... You haven't..."
"Exactly, and this time is real too. Whatever food you crave, I'll provide it with my authority. Chicken, pizza, sweet-and-sour pork, pasta, steak, tteokbokki... that sort of thing."
"Yes..."
Human food she hadn't even dared think of since becoming female livestock. Clutching a sliver of hope, Heo Seong-ah sealed her lips and calmed her mind. Any other training might be hard, but lying still and just getting injections? She could endure that easily.
"Good. Then let's begin."
"Yes...?"
Begin? Weren't they already doing it?
"Just stay still."
"Aghack!"
With a sneer, the Manager fitted a large ring gag into her mouth. Her widely stretched mouth revealed the inside and her freely lolling tongue through the hole bigger than a 500-won coin.
"Move and you might get hurt."
"Ah oo ah..."
Gathering her scattered hair, the Manager lifted her head slightly and fitted the Latex mask over it, covering her entire head except the mouth, then filled it with aphrodisiac.
"Ah oo aaaah..."
She shook her head side to side against the wet sensation on her face, resisting briefly.
"Hak... Hyaah..."
But to stay still as required, she focused desperately on breathing. Occasionally, inhaling through her nose unconsciously caused the aphrodisiac to reflux, making her cough.
"Livestock Number B62, can you hear me?"
"..."
No response—the gag and sealed senses blocked all sound except through her mouth.
"Well, I forgot to mention no excretion or meals until training ends... but it shouldn't matter."
She probably had a day's worth of urine and waste building up, but she could hold it until dinner, right?
"Now, the real training begins."
The training wasn't called "Aphrodisiac Soak"—it was "Hand Modification."
"Please endure the pain."
Thinking of what was to come, it would hurt enough to wish for death... but what could she do? Thrash and scream like a beast—that was all.