Basic Etiquette of Livestock
The bedroom, a spacious 10-pyeong space that felt a bit too large for solo use, contained only a low-framed single bed, a table, a desk, a chair, and a wardrobe. The interior showed little interest in decoration, giving off a frugal vibe compared to his spending habits.
"Come on in."
"Yes, Master."
Jun-ha turned off all the lights in the room and switched on the mood lamp on the table. The orange glow created a tantalizingly erotic atmosphere, but all Heo Seong-ah could feel was dread at the thought of the spanking to come.
"Oh, wait a sec."
"Yes?"
"I forgot the most important lesson."
"Yes... Master."
Was there still more? Lessons, training, conditioning, orders... Heo Seong-ah found herself attaching layers of meaning to innocent words, terrifying herself in the process.
"Stand up for a moment."
"Yes, Master."
As instructed, she straightened her legs and rose, facing Jun-ha. She panicked upon realizing her gaze was higher than his, but he said nothing, simply extending his right hand slightly forward.
"Alright, Seong-ah. This lesson is on basic livestock etiquette."
"Pardon? Yes..."
"It's not hard. Super simple. No matter when or where, you have to present whatever body part I name to me. Got it?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl. You're so smart—I love that."
Most female livestock who completed the mandatory training at the Shared Property Facility ended up with their minds shattered, their intelligence regressed. They became cock-sleeve dolls who knew nothing but filthy acts for life. But Heo Seong-ah, discharged early, retained the ability to think for herself. It made her harder to break than most, but owners preferred the slight rebellious spark over total obedience—it kept things from getting boring. Rumor had it the facility was developing "brain-safe conditioning methods" these days.
"Okay then, Seong-ah—hand~"
"Yes, Master."
The quick-witted Heo Seong-ah immediately understood and extended her right hand forward.
"That's my girl~"
As he gripped it tightly, the stimulation on her sensitive skin made her lower belly twitch. The aphrodisiac's effects had mostly worn off, but her body was still hypersensitive. Maybe it was those pills he'd fed her, she thought, steadying her breath.
"Good job, Seong-ah. You catch on fast~"
"Thank you, Master..."
Smiling, he raised his other hand. Spotting it, Heo Seong-ah quickly bowed her waist forward, offering her head. Sure enough, he stroked it gently, praising her.
"Wow, you even know what I want without me saying? Then~ chin~"
Heo Seong-ah bent fully at the waist, resting her chin on his palm. He scratched it like she was a pet, clearly amused by her instant obedience.
"Now, breast~"
"Yes, Master..."
She hesitated a split second before plopping her right breast onto his hand.
"Oh..."
The heavy weight transmitted through his fingertips was more intoxicating than he'd imagined. Gravity had it sagging just right, letting him feel its perfect softness. Even the slightest motion sent water-balloon ripples through the jiggling tit—pure bliss. I could grope these all day and never get tired, he thought, smirking.
"Good, Seong-ah. But here's the thing—if I say 'breast,' you give me the left one, not the right. Got it?"
"Pardon...? Yes, Master."
"I read somewhere that all women have mismatched tits. The left's bigger 'cause of the heart. Why not go for the bigger one, right? Makes sense?"
"Yes, Master..."
The size difference was so minute only close inspection would reveal it. She couldn't fathom his logic, but if that's what Master wanted, she nodded without protest.
"Good. Now, armpit."
"Ah..."
This was a total curveball. Heo Seong-ah froze like a glitched robot before parting her left armpit slightly and thrusting it deep onto his hand.
Just the touch of another person's skin there made her shiver in disgust, and when he playfully pinched and tickled, her back arched.
"Hngh... Hn..."
"Feels all warm and wrinkled... Could be useful if trained right, yeah?"
"Pardon?"
What the hell could an armpit be used for? Tilting her head innocently, she watched as Jun-ha chuckled and dragged a single index finger back and forth through it.
"See? Kinda tight, but moves fine. Lube it up, rub a cock in there—perfect armpit pussy."
"Ah... Hng... Yes..."
Yeah, if anything, that's what it'd be for.
"Gonna update the table of contents. Mouth pussy, tit pussy, ass pussy, armpit pussy... Bet there are more~"
"Yes, Master..."
Jun-ha slapped vulgar "pussy" labels on every body part, degrading her. It made her feel like her body existed solely for his cock—a sickening thought. Her face hardened unconsciously, but fear of punishment snapped it back to a smile.
"Arm or thigh would feel nice too."
"Yes... Hehe..."
Just another dopey, giggling livestock bitch. With that, Jun-ha drove in the final wedge.
"Alright, now—pussy."
"Pardon...?"
"What's wrong? Too hard? Not mouth pussy, tit pussy, ass pussy, or armpit pussy—the real pussy."
Grinning wickedly, he wiggled his raised index finger, urging her on.
"Ah... Uh..."
It wasn't just placing her pussy on his hand. She had to spread her legs herself and impale on that finger.
"Not gonna do it?"
"I-I will..."
"Then hurry up. I'm not the patient type, you know? You'll do this for the rest of your life—why hesitate?"
Right—he was correct. This was her life now. Shame, humiliation, degradation... Emotions a female livestock no longer needed.
"I'll do it..."
After an eternity, she stood, spread her thighs slightly, and lowered toward the dangling finger before her. Aligning her pussy lips with the tip by rocking her hips.
"Hng... Hoo..."
Just the mound brushing his skin sent a jolt so intense her waist buckled. Could she even take insertion without foreplay? But she was soaked enough—another twitch and it'd slide right in. Love juices already dribbled down his finger.
"Whoa, nothing's even happened and your pussy's drenched? Nice~"
"Ngh..."
They said wet pussies get all the love. Whatever the cause, Jun-ha adored how Heo Seong-ah soaked herself during their filthy play. Proof she felt pleasure no matter how roughly he used her.
"Not deep enough yet? Gotta shove the finger in~"
"Hic, yeees..."
Trembling thighs straining, Heo Seong-ah dropped her hips. The finger caught at her entrance before gliding smoothly in, forcibly stretching her clinging walls.
"Ah... Haaahk...!"
For a virgin like her, it was overwhelming. Nothing like self-fingering—this felt dangerously addictive.
"Ghk... Nghhh...!"
Her legs quivered as her hole clenched wildly, chasing pleasure—then she gushed, pussy juice flooding out, splattering down his wrist to the floor.
"Cumming from a skinny finger like that? Fucking premature pussy~"
"N-No, I didn't cuuum... For real..."
It felt amazing, insanely good... but that 0.1% shortfall left her in frustrating, endless tease-orgasms.
"Really? Spraying like a fountain and you didn't cum?"
"Ah... Aaaang!!"
Jun-ha playfully jabbed the embedded finger, watching her reactions. Her face screamed orgasm, but she hovered on the edge, leaking endlessly without release.
"Haha, you're hilarious."
"Ngh... Khhaaang...!"
He knew better than anyone she couldn't cum from fingers alone. It was one of his custom mods from the Shared Property Facility: only cock-stabbing her womb would trigger climax, and creampies would melt her brain in ecstasy. For an inexperienced virgin tortured with orgasm denial... one fuck might shatter her into addiction.
"Even if you break, I'll still love you, Seong-ah."
"Ngh... Haaang... Ang...!"
"I love you, Seong-ah. You know that, right?"
"Khng..."
He'd made her livestock out of love. That's why he gave her so much attention.
"I'm serious."
Whispering endless love, Jun-ha finger-fucked her until every drop of juice was drained.