Becoming a Slave (1)
They say a man's worth lies in his wealth and honor, while a woman's is in her looks and figure—a tired old cliché. Heo Seong-ah, perched at the pinnacle of that hierarchy, had enjoyed a life free of envy from elementary school right up to her twentieth year, just starting university.
She'd fielded confessions from hundreds of guys, yet to boost her own value, she'd never dated a single one—still a virgin. She favored thin tops that showed off her curves, leggings or skirts that highlighted her legs, and stuck stubbornly to long wavy hair, the undisputed top choice among men. Her makeup was light, emphasizing innocence. She flashed a sweet smile at everyone she met, radiating approachability. Even a die-hard bachelor swearing off women would fall at first sight.
Thanks to her efforts, she'd earned the nickname "Goddess of Engineering" within a month of starting college. She hung out with rich guys, indulging in every luxury. If she could snag a handsome, kind-hearted golden boy for marriage, her life would be perfect.
But as always, grand life plans crumble spectacularly.
"Heo Seong-ah? Is that you?"
On her usual walk to campus, a man in a hat blocked her path. The five-pointed star logo on his navy cap and work uniform marked him as a manager from the National Shared Property Facility.
"Why would a National Shared Property Facility manager...?"
Humanity teetered on extinction with a gender ratio of 1:99. For thirty years, the grand policy had treated women not as private property but as shared assets—to guarantee men's sexual freedom and crank out heirs. Backed by 100% approval and men's enthusiastic support, it thrived. Bratty women became livestock. Rebellious ones became livestock. Criminal women became livestock. Any woman whose rights were stripped could end up livestock at the slightest slip.
Heo Seong-ah knew this better than anyone as a woman; she'd lived demurely, never crossing men. So why was her name on the facility's list? She couldn't fathom it.
One vague hunch...
"That bastard..."
The Director's second son attended the same university. Days ago, in a packed lecture hall, he'd publicly confessed to her. She'd shot down his "brave" attempt without mercy.
"No answer? Let me ask again. Heo Seong-ah?"
"Uh, no, that's not me..."
"Hm..."
The man cross-checked his clear file against her face.
"Last chance. Heo Seong-ah?"
"Ugh..."
Seong-ah scanned for escape routes. Another manager had appeared behind her, blocking the way. Buildings hemmed her in on both sides. A full-body tackle might work, but...
She knew from mandatory education what happened to women who resisted intake. Paralyzed, she couldn't move.
"Yes. That's me. Heo Seong-ah."
"Understood."
Verification complete, the manager calmly read the documents. The first page listed her details, with her offense in red:
Insolence Crime applied. Serve 2 years as special livestock.
"Hm..."
Just for rejecting the Director's second son and embarrassing him, Heo Seong-ah lost her human rights, reduced to livestock for men's lust—not ordinary public-use stock, but special livestock, where any brutality was fair game.
The manager found her sentence unjust but wouldn't stick his neck out for a stranger. Dutifully, he did his job.
"Heo Seong-ah, age 20. As of 10:33 a.m., you become state-certified shared property, serving two years as special livestock. Any questions?"
"What?! Hold on... Special livestock? Two years?! What massive crime did I commit?!"
"Hm... Looks like gold-digging. The guy you scammed filed charges."
"When did I—!"
The commotion drew a crowd. Unable to reveal the real reason, the manager bullshitted. Seong-ah, innocent of any such crime, seethed with injustice.
"File an appeal at court within a month if you want."
"So intake gets postponed till then?"
"No. You become shared property right here."
"Then how am I supposed to—"
"Figure it out."
Nonsense. From the moment of designation, a woman's freedom vanished. No way to reach court, no time granted. Just suck it up and serve your two years quietly.
"N-nooo! I don't wanna be livestock!!"
Her perfect life plans—shattered. No woman, not even a pervert into filthy acts, would volunteer for this.
"Don't resist. Planning more of a scene?"
Street-side handovers weren't everyday spectacles, so crowds packed front and back, phones hoisted high to film Seong-ah.
"Need me to explain what happens if you refuse?"
"Ugh..."
"Accept it quietly, Heo Seong-ah."
No matter the injustice, designated women had no choice but to obey.
"Once more. Heo Seong-ah, age 20. As of 10:37 a.m., you become state-certified shared property, serving two years as special livestock. Any questions?"
"Uh... No..."
"Good."
He confirmed the contract, then opened the third document—restraint protocols for transport, levels 1 to 9. For her minor offense: weakest, Level 1: Limb Restraint.
Level 1: Limb Restraint
"Commencing transport of Heo Seong-ah. Remove all clothing immediately."
"Here?! Right now?!"
"Why the shock? As special livestock, you'll face worse humiliations."
"B-but..."
"Hurry, or I raise the restraint level."
"Ugh..."
Biting back shame, Seong-ah fidgeted. She wore a black sleeveless dress—morning classes only, no plans, too lazy for a bra. The lining had cups; careless thinking that spelled disaster.
Expose her lewd secrets to the crowd...?
"N-nooo..."
Countless eyes froze her.
"One minute passed. Raising to Level 2."
"W-wait! Give me time to think..."
"Ten seconds. Disobey, and levels rise."
He checked his watch mercilessly.
"Okay... I'll do it...!"
Seong-ah yanked the dress over her head. Her full, heavy breasts bounced free, unrestrained. A figure that drew men's gazes. Shutters clicked everywhere.
"You always go braless? Pervert, huh?"
"Th-that's..."
"Just strip already."
"Hic..."
Exposing her chest was mortifying enough. But it wasn't over.
"Ugh..."
Lips trembling like she might cry, Seong-ah gripped her panties' waistband and slid them to her ankles. Kicking off her shoes, she freed them, cheeks aflame, arms crossing over breasts and crotch.
A pristine virgin's nakedness. Breasts squished like buns, screaming softness. Lewd stares raked her bare skin from all sides.
"Not stripped in ten seconds—Level 3 restraint as promised."
"No—!"
Swallowing protest, she clamped her mouth shut.
"Wise choice. Resistance just hikes the level."
"Ugh..."
He nodded to the manager behind her. He grabbed her arms, wrenching them back.
"Kyaa!"
Arms pinned, Seong-ah couldn't cover anymore. Her never-seen secrets bared boldly, eyes wide like a startled rabbit.