Chapter 145: Heo Seong-ah's Life as a Slave

The crate was much heavier than expected. Well, it made sense—with an adult woman stuffed inside. Prying open the plywood box, nailed shut tight, took forever.

"Ugh..."

After much struggle, they finally cracked it open... and Heo Seong-ah, who had been sleeping in pitch darkness, unconsciously furrowed her brow and let out a groan.

The interior was lined wall-to-wall with soft cushions to prevent damage to the merchandise. Lying on her back staring at the ceiling, Heo Seong-ah's wrists and ankles were bound together, forcing her legs wide open in a shameless, spread-eagle position.

"Oh..."

Seeing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her like this again stirred a rush of excitement. She was a stunning beauty, pretty ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠enough to rival any celebrity if you exaggerated a bit, writhing with her hypersensitive body and moaning softly. The modifications from the Shared Property Facility were intact, meaning she'd live out the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rest of her life in this vulgar state.

"This is too fucking good...?"

Jun-ha couldn't contain his thrill at the thought of owning this body. He reached out, giving her breast a light squeeze—and she arched her neck back with a lewd gasp.

"Haaang..."

"Oh? Not waking up even from that?"

"Kkuhiiiiaaah...!"

He gripped her breast hard, yanked it roughly, pinched and slapped the rock-hard erect nipple. No matter the stimulus, Heo Seong-ah just whimpered without opening her eyes. With pussy juices gushing out, though, it hardly seemed like an act.

"Eh, do I really need to read all this?"

It was so boring, he yawned. Standard stuff about nullifying human rights and a blanket "do whatever you want, we don't care" policy for tormenting female livestock. Sure, it said the owner bore responsibility for all problems—but with his dad as director of the Shared Property Facility, Jun-ha just shrugged it off. Even if... god forbid... he accidentally killed Heo Seong-ah playing too rough, he'd get it sorted somehow.

"What's this now?"

Tucked among the A4 sheets was a vinyl pack with a note and a small pill bottle. The bottle was packed with tiny round pills, smaller than a pinky nail.

"Hmm..."

Jun-ha stared at the bottle, tilting his head. He wasn't one for drug-based training... but it might be worth a shot. He'd decide based on her attitude.

"And this..."

The last pack held a remote for zapping the IC chip in her clit, plus a custom latex suit for Heo Seong-ah. The suit could vibrate her body at will, mimicking free movement, or harden to stiffen her like a statue. Like her time at the facility, it blocked all senses—perfect for outdoor walks or orgasm torture.

"Nice, this shit."

Normally, the facility wouldn't include pricey gear like this, but Jun-ha got it as a perk for being the director's son. No point wasting it—he grabbed the remote first.

"Pretty sure... it was this button?"

Plain single-color buttons, no labels—figuring it out would take time. Couldn't risk max shock like before; had to be careful.

"Ah, this one."

Level 3 electric shock. Pressing and holding it made Heo Seong-ah's back arch like a bow mid-deep sleep, eyes snapping open as she screamed.

"Kkiiiiiik!!"

"Puhaha! Fucking hilarious."

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!!"

The shock continued until release.

"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"

"How's it feel waking to your body buzzing with electricity? Hurt?"

No breath for answers. Forced awake, plus needle-like pain paralyzing her from head to toe.

"Aaaaaaaaaah!!"

Jun-ha watched her thrash a while, stopping the shock right as she pissed herself.

"What, pissing like a kid?"

"Kkuhk..."

"FYI, you'll learn toilet control, so hold it next time. You only get to piss once a day from now on."

She could see his mouth flapping, but ears ringing, pain drowning everything—no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠words registered.

"Oh? Ignoring me?"

Zzzzt-zzt-zzzt—

"Kyaaaaaaaang!! NeeEEEEEEK!!"

Whatever... she had to respond somehow.

Jun-ha cut the shock, then shoved the crate over with both hands.

"Ack..!"

Heo Seong-ah tumbled sideways still inside.

"Alright~ now crawl out quick. You're my personal female livestock starting today—gonna break you in to my tastes."

"Hngk..."

"Answer."

Zzzzt-zzt-zzzt—

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!! NeeEEEEEEK!!"

"Good girl. Love that response."

"Heuk... kkh..."

Three shocks already since waking. Limbs shaking wildly, breath ragged—pure agony. The facility's Manager had been a gentleman by comparison; she realized it now.

"Kkuh... huhk..."

Wrists and ankles bound, she wriggled toward the opening. Escaping the narrow gap, she collapsed face-down on the floor. Crawling was tough bound like that, and the aphrodisiac still made her body hypersensitive.

"Haa... kkh..."

Even knees pressing into the floor sent pleasurable tingles up. Ass wiggling doggy-style, dripping thick juices—it looked like a bitch in heat teasing for cock.

"Oh? They taught you that too? Begging to be fucked is cute, but don't you think it's too shameless for female livestock, Seong-ah?"

"Hngk..."

"Quit whining and answer."

Zzzzt-zzt-zzzt—

"Kyaaaaak!! NeeEEEEk!! I'mSorrYYYY!!"

"There, there. You were bad? Crawl to me quick."

Each shock yanked her gut like it was ripping apart. This pain no woman could endure—she tensed unconsciously, fearing womb damage. Her pussy clenched invitingly instead. Lounging on the living room sofa, Jun-ha eyed it hungrily, swallowing hard.

"Hurry up."

"Y-yes, Master... kkhk..."

Doggy-style on the floor, bound wrists useless—knees and face ground against it. Writhing forward like that... Jun-ha clutched his gut, roaring with laughter.

"Puhahahahaha!!"

Upload a video to SexTube, it'd hit a million views easy. Wait, why am I even thinking—just do it.

He whipped out his phone, focusing on her pussy, hit record.

"Euk..."

"What? Hate it?"

Hearing the camera, shame froze her.

"Don't film...? Anyway, once I'm bored playing with you, plan's to share vids online and do all sorts. Better get used to it."

"Heuk..."

"Not answering again?"

Zzzzt-zzt-zzzt—

"Kyaaaaaaaak!! NeeEEEEEE!! YesSSS!! ItHurts!!"

"Told you to answer properly..."

Unlike the Manager's mercy, Jun-ha shocked mercilessly.

"Hngk... kkh..."

Eyes open barely ten minutes—already hell. Toy for his amusement, utter humiliation burning her. This shame was unbearable... but a lifetime of it ahead. Might as well adapt quick?

Though she'd never get used to it, no matter the time...