Side Story: Onahole Processing
The Processing Lab side story is extremely hardcore. We're warning you ahead of time, so if you have a weak heart or no tolerance for intense content, please proceed with caution.
Neatly severed human limbs packed inside a box. At first, Jeong So-yeon thought they might be mannequins and touched them with her hand, but the texture and warmth were too eerily human. Overwhelmed by a surge of visceral disgust, she vomited.
"Uweeeek!!"
The severed limbs no longer looked like they belonged to a human. They were strewn carelessly in the box like toys.
"Oh dear... That's why I told you to steel yourself..."
It was the standard reaction from new researchers entering the Processing Lab for the first time. Kim Jin swallowed a sigh and ordered a researcher to clean up the vomit scattered on the floor.
"Ugh... urk... Haah, this... this is really a person's arms and legs...?"
"Yes?"
Kim Jin tilted his head, his eyes asking what kind of obvious question that was.
"What did you think I meant when I said this is a place for experimenting on humans without rights? If you're reacting this strongly just to severed limbs, life here is going to be tough for you, Jeong So-yeon."
As he said, Jeong So-yeon's face was pale, cold sweat beading on her skin. It was far more terrifying than she'd imagined. What did the Shared Property Facility even think of women's lives...?
Severed limbs meant there was a torso somewhere with its limbs cut off. She didn't have the courage to look, but now that she'd come this far, there was no turning back. She just had to endure through the contract period.
"Hoo, haah..."
Placing a hand on her chest and taking deep breaths, Jeong So-yeon regained her previous bright expression.
"Sorry, Senior. I must've been startled for a moment."
"Haha, it's fine. Everyone's like that at first."
Kim Jin bluntly pulled an arm out of the box. The slender arm was cleanly severed, its cross-section fitted with a metal plate. Terminals for signal transmission, multiple LEDs indicating status, operation buttons, and charging ports made it resemble an electronic device.
"Jeong So-yeon, do you know how pigs are processed?"
"You mean... like oink-oink pigs?"
"Haha, yes. That pig."
Kim Jin burst into laughter at her cute 'oink-oink,' but Jeong So-yeon, unsure of his intent, fell deep into thought. Growing impatient, he continued.
"...Pigs have nothing that's thrown away."
"Pardon?"
"The skin becomes rind to eat, the meat is grilled, the fat is used as lard, the organs are boiled, and even the bones are simmered into broth. The head goes on ancestral rites or into soup, the feet become pig's trotters, and the tail is a delicacy with steady demand. And so on... Nothing from a single pig is wasted in processing."
"Yes, Senior."
"Same here. Sorry for comparing female livestock to pigs, but everything from the livestock that enters the Processing Lab gets used without waste."
Female livestock—beings below pigs. With that subtle remark, Kim Jin lightly shook the woman's arm in his hand and went on.
"The cut legs go to clothing brands for shoe or stockings ads. Hands are used in nail salons or cosplay... and if handled right, they make great handjob onaholes."
"Yes..."
"We used to just burn the limbs after cutting them off, but this way we make money and it's easier to dispose of. By the way, this is my invention."
Kim Jin held up the severed limbs in both hands, beaming proudly as if to say he was impressive. Feeling disillusioned with the man she'd admired, Jeong So-yeon responded with an awkward smile.
"I know what you're thinking, Jeong So-yeon. 'This is wrong as a human'... something like that, right?"
"Ah, well..."
"It's okay. Everyone thinks that. Unless you're a psychopath, any human would. But don't forget—this work has advanced society greatly. Got it?"
"Yes, Senior."
He was right at length. No progress without sacrifice... and since the law deemed it justified, Jeong So-yeon had no need for pointless guilt. Beings below pigs. Lives of criminals who deserved death. The Processing Lab, in other words... was a sacred act that gave value to their existence before death.
With her self-justification complete, Jeong So-yeon steeled her resolve.
"Your eyes have changed. Good job, Jeong So-yeon."
"Yes, Senior!"
"Then shall we start the Processing Lab tour properly?"
Kim Jin entered the first room of the Processing Lab. Just then, a female criminal sentenced to death a week ago had been brought in. A young woman in a red-tagged prison uniform lay tightly bound to the bed, twitching in her sleep as if having a nightmare. Researchers in white coats gathered around her one by one.
Kim Jin activated his terminal to check the criminal's profile.
"...This woman, sentenced to death, is a 25-year-old who robbed a jewelry store and assaulted pursuing police during her escape. Damage was about 5 million won; she got caught after two days trying to sell the stolen goods like an idiot."
"Senior... but this..."
"What is it, Jeong So-yeon?"
"...Nothing."
Something was off. Jewelry theft, police assault... It wasn't a crime warranting death. Not just her—other researchers murmured in doubt.
"This is ridiculous... Death for that?"
"Isn't this too much again?"
"The bosses must love onahole processing. They keep sentencing their favorite criminals to death and sending them over."
Overhearing, Jeong So-yeon bit her lip, speechless. Ultimately, it was the higher-ups' games. A toy factory under the guise of 'criminal rehabilitation.' Faced with the grim reality, she wanted to bolt from the lab right then.
A middle-aged researcher who looked senior flipped open a file.
"Hmm, for this criminal... as usual, send her after onahole processing. Just basic limb severance—no head damage, since they want her defiant."
"Got it. Let's finish quick."
"Yes."
The researchers bustled to their positions. Routine work—they set up tools and drugs in under a minute. Jeong So-yeon stood quietly nearby with Kim Jin, observing the onahole processing.
Dr-r-ruck—The bed shifted slightly, and bright ceiling lights illuminated the woman's body. The atmosphere evoked an operating room.
"Administering awakening agent."
A researcher jabbed a small syringe into the woman's neck.
"Kheek!"
The moment the drug entered, she shrieked grotesquely, eyes flying open. Scanning her surroundings, she gasped in shock.
"Wh-where am I?? I died!"
Her last memory: an unjustly heavy death sentence, no chance to appeal, neck snapped in the noose. Proving it, a red rope mark bruised her neck below the collarbone.
"C-103. You can think of yourself as a dead soul now."
"What...? What the fuck are you saying, you bastards!"
C-103. The 'onahole registration number' assigned to her now-rightless self.
"You did get executed and die. Death certificate filed, rights gone—no resistance changes that."
"Fuck off! Untie me, you shits! What the hell is this?!"
"C-103, ever heard of the Shared Property System for female livestock?"
She flinched. Realization darkened her face instantly.
"N-no, not that..."
"Don't worry. You're not female livestock."
"Then...?"
"You're becoming a pussy house with no free will, unable to do anything yourself."
"Hic! Nooooo!!"
The researcher smirked chillingly. She thrashed wildly, limbs jerking. Female livestock was bad enough... but a worse onahole pussy house...?
"Nooooo!!"
The researchers watched her struggle with faint sneers. Her limbs would soon be gone anyway... They let her first and last resistance play out with magnanimous patience.
"Now, commencing onahole processing."
"Nooooo! I said nooo!!"
Whatever she screamed... the researchers went about their tasks.