A Life Under Strict Control

Jun-ha's house was recognized by everyone as an untouchable family. His father was a high-ranking civil servant serving as the director of the Shared Property Facility, and his mother came from a lineage that had run businesses for generations. Born into wealth, Jun-ha had lived a life free of money worries up to now, wielding the fortune and influence to obtain anything he desired.

Abuse of power, the rich get richer, tax evasion—there was no end to the noisy rumors swirling in society... but what could anyone do about it? Without hard evidence, mere suspicions amounted to nothing. Those who posted baseless malicious comments or articles faced lawsuits and crippling legal fees, while some reporters who spread vicious stories received harsh sentences, including prison time.

In the end... even if he turned an innocent female college student into female livestock without committing any crime... even if there was evidence... no one dared to criticize Jun-ha or his family.

"I'm here, Master..."

"Yeah."

Heo Seong-ah, having thoroughly washed her body in the shower room, entered the bedroom where Jun-ha was waiting. With the alcohol buzz faded, Jun-ha had changed into pajamas and was sitting on the bed, fiddling with his phone. The sight of the naked beauty entering the room made his cock twitch involuntarily, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

"This place is pretty big, but you found it okay?"

"Yes, the staff told me."

The "staff" she mentioned were the servants working in Jun-ha's mansion. Housekeepers handling chores and cooking took shifts day and night, all middle-aged women. As fellow women, they harbored critical views toward female livestock, but since it belonged to their employer, the master, they couldn't treat it roughly. They'd kindly directed her to the shower, waited until she finished, and even pointed out the bedroom where Jun-ha was.

"Got it. Then come sit."

"Yes, Master."

Heo Seong-ah approached and sat beside Jun-ha, who was perched on the edge of the bed. But as she moved to sit side-by-side casually, she sensed something was wrong and hurriedly spread her legs and stood back up.

"Good. Got a strong survival instinct? If you'd sat like that, I was gonna torment you until you begged for mercy for real."

"N-no... I was wrong, Master..."

"Then sit properly, quick."

Heo Seong-ah, fidgeting with her hands and showing signs of anxiety, knelt on the floor facing her master. Unless commanded otherwise, she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had been trained to always keep her gaze below his and show submission. Jun-ha nodded in satisfaction and opened the notebook he'd placed on the bed. It contained the rules for her daily life, jotted down while she showered.

"Here, skim through it."

"Yes..."

"From now on, all the rules you have to follow are in this one notebook. A smart livestock like you can memorize and internalize it in no time, right?"

"Yes, Master. I'll memorize it quickly."

To mold her into the perfect female livestock for his tastes, Jun-ha had compressed the entire training regimen into one notebook. He'd even kindly added a table of contents. As Heo Seong-ah scanned from item 1 onward, she unconsciously furrowed her brow, showing instinctive rejection.

"Ugh..."

Sleeping methods, eating methods, excretion methods, rest methods, outings, when the master is away, when the master returns, other service methods... Major ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠categories branched into detailed sub-items. The thought of every action from one to ten being controlled made her stomach churn. This is... too much. Even basic physiological functions no human should interfere with were regulated. It was standard for female livestock, but for Heo Seong-ah, who'd lived 20 years as a human, the mental shock was immense.

"Hic..."

"Crying again? Fuck, how do you think that makes me feel, Seong-ah?"

"S-sorry, Master... Hic..."

She didn't want to cry, but the tears came anyway—what could she do? Sniffling, she bowed her head.

"Hey."

"Yes..."

"I said it makes me feel like shit. Stop crying and smile."

"Hic... Yes, Master..."

At the single command to smile, she foolishly twitched the corners of her mouth upward. That ridiculous expression suited female livestock Heo Seong-ah perfectly.

"See? Doesn't smiling look better? From now on, always smile in front of me."

"Yes..."

"Alright, that's the rules for now..."

Was there more? Beaming as she stood, Jun-ha retrieved a tin can from his desk drawer. The round canister, originally packaging for fancy cookies received as a gift, now held dozens of folded notes instead of cookies. Folded twice neatly, their contents were a mystery until unfolded.

"Curious what this is?"

"Pardon? Yes, Master..."

"Pick one and unfold it."

Heo Seong-ah, puzzled, reached into the can and drew a note.

"Unfold it."

"Yes..."

Hesitating and glancing nervously, she unfolded it to reveal the words

"What... is this?"

"Aw~ Too bad. You drew the mildest one. I should've mixed them better."

Jun-ha gave a wry smile, sighed, then demonstratively closed the tin's lid and shook it up and down to shuffle the notes.

"M-Master... what is this...?"

"That? You can tell just by looking, right? It's your punishments, Seong-ah."

"Pardon...?"

"I said you'd get one spank on the ass per mistake. But then I thought, that's way too lenient. And spanking your ass every time you screw up... it might ruin it, y'know?"

"...Yes."

She wanted to argue, but had no ground to stand on. Even she thought one spank was too weak, especially since she'd lied about it being standard at the Shared Property Facility. If she misspoke and Jun-ha contacted the facility... it'd come out that she'd lied to avoid punishment, and she didn't even want to imagine the aftermath. In the end, Heo Seong-ah had no choice but to accept her master's punishment method, like it or not.

"From now on, whenever you mess up, you'll draw one note for your punishment. I named this can the Punishment Box."

"Yes, Master."

"I was gonna make a roulette wheel and have you throw darts, but couldn't whip one up right now, so this'll do. Fun, right?"

"Y-yes..."

Unlike Jun-ha, who looked genuinely excited and thrilled, Heo Seong-ah's face darkened.

"The punishments on the notes are whatever popped into my head... but whatever it is, it'll be something you hate. That's what makes it punishment, yeah?"

"Yes..."

"No 'have sex' or 'cum' punishments, got it? Nothing that'll make you feel good."

Heo Seong-ah couldn't comprehend Jun-ha's words. Why on earth... does he assume I'd enjoy sex or orgasms? To her, acts forced by an unwanted partner were punishment in themselves. Of course, she kept such thoughts unspoken.

"Good. Now open page 7? I said I'd let you rest well on our first night, so I'll just tell you how to sleep."

"Yes, Master..."

Page 7, per the table of contents, was titled Livestock Sleeping Methods. Naturally, female livestock had no freedom in sleep; the "methods" referred to how they were used by the master while sleeping.

"What do you think? Lots I wanna try, but nothing else came to mind right now, so just three for starters."

"Yes, Master..."

The page listed numbers 1 through 10. Even the three filled ones were plenty distressing; imagining seven more to come already made her want to flee.

"Tonight~ I wanna sleep with Seong-ah, so let's go with this one."

"Yes, Master."

Grinning, Jun-ha pointed at item 2.

"Always wanted a dakimakura. Guess I don't need to buy one now. Right?"

"Yes..."

Crossing his legs as he sat, he patted the spot beside him with his palm and flashed a bright smile.

"Then, punishment before bed? Come kneel down quick~"

"Ah..."

Ten spanks on the ass. The final ordeal to end the day ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠remained.