A Horrific Breakfast
Shared Property Facility cafeteria. As always, Heo Seong-ah descended to the basement and assumed the waiting position, legs spread wide as she faced the wall.
"Hoo..."
The Manager would soon arrive holding the serving tray with the attached dildo... To avoid demerits, she had to open her throat as wide as possible and finish her meal as quickly as she could. Could she really do it? She had no idea. Heo Seong-ah endlessly agonized over it while practicing opening her mouth.
"Hah-eut..."
With nothing to distract her, the throbbing sensation in her pussy revived. It felt like hours had already passed, but the itch wasn't fading—in fact, it grew more intense with every passing moment, to the point where she could barely endure it.
"Ha-euk..."
Deep down, she wanted to vulgarly rub her pussy and masturbate. She knew she couldn't, but holding back was torture. In a situation like this, with no one watching... the urge to touch her pussy and relieve herself was almost impossible to suppress. What if her hands and feet were bound? Would that have been easier?
"Eung... Keu..."
Heo Seong-ah let out a pained groan as she tested her own willpower to its limits. Sticky love juices dripped steadily from her twitching pussy. She gripped her crossed wrists behind her back tightly, desperately trying to distance herself from the tickling sensation in her pussy. While forcing her mind to wander and erase the feeling, the Manager returned.
"B62, it took a little time to prepare. Take this and follow me."
"Y-yes...?"
What the Manager handed Heo Seong-ah was a beaker, the kind used in chemistry labs. Clutching the 500ml large beaker with both hands, she took one step after the Manager—and immediately realized her mistake. She quickly lowered herself to the bare floor, bit down on the beaker in her mouth, and crawled on all fours after his footsteps.
The Manager glanced back at Heo Seong-ah and smiled, then awarded her one merit point for her compliant attitude.
"B62, it's astonishing how much you've changed overnight. That was good livestock behavior for a female livestock, but you can walk on two legs now."
"Yes..."
In the cafeteria, since the livestock only moved around inside, there was no need for restraints or crawling on all fours. As the saying goes, even dogs aren't bothered while eating... Mealtime guaranteed at least minimal convenience. Exceptions like this, where "basic livestock etiquette" could be ignored, always existed. But for Heo Seong-ah, who didn't know when those exceptions applied, crawling like a dog was the safest bet.
"B62, this way."
"Yes, Manager."
The spot the Manager pointed to had a line of naked livestock, each clutching their own beakers in a row. It seemed breakfast was self-serve. Giving out beakers made sense—the liquid was surely some tasteless slop... But if she thought positively, at least she wouldn't have to suck on a dildo until her jaw ached to eat.
Heo Seong-ah joined the end of the line, wondering what on earth they'd serve for breakfast as she watched the queue shrink. At the front stood a Manager in a white sanitary uniform. He checked the roster on his clipboard and filled the livestock's beakers with something. It looked like milk at a glance... some kind of white liquid... The faces of the livestock who received it were notably grim.
"Next."
The line dwindled quickly until it was Heo Seong-ah's turn.
"Livestock number."
"Y-yes..?"
"Hey, you fucking pussy bitch. I won't say it twice—speak properly. Livestock number."
Heo Seong-ah had only heard her full livestock number H20EA_B62 once, at intake, so she'd forgotten it. She only remembered B62.
"B62..."
"Not that. Full name."
She gave the livestock name she'd heard constantly instead of her own, but the Manager wasn't satisfied.
"Fuck, is B62 just you? How am I supposed to know without the full name?"
"I'm sorry..."
There was only one B62 on the roster: Heo Seong-ah. The Manager snapped irritably anyway, scolding her.
"Hah, fucking annoying..."
"Hic, I'm sorry..."
It was just him venting. Assigned to breakfast duty, he'd been up since dawn hauling food for the livestock. Exhausted, the Manager grumbled curses in a fiery temper, while the terrified Heo Seong-ah fidgeted with her fingers gripping the beaker.
"Whatever, fuck it. What do I expect from an empty-headed livestock? H20EA_B62, Heo Seong-ah... Let me see..."
The Manager read her physical info: height, weight, health status. Then he checked the Shared Property Facility record sheet. It detailed every major and minor infraction since her intake, without omission. He adjusted her meal portion based on body info, punishment count, and demerits. Standard female livestock got 100ml, but unlike her plump breasts, Heo Seong-ah's body was lean, so +50ml. Multiple punishments and max demerits in three days: +300ml. Total breakfast: 450ml.
"B62, 450ml serving."
"Yes?"
"Fuck, what are you doing? Hand over the bowl."
The Manager snatched her beaker. He took it to a massive stainless-steel vat, attached it to the spout, and pressed the button.
Plop-plop-plop—
"Euk..."
Jelly-like liquid poured thickly into the transparent beaker, filling it. The slightly yellowish white liquid was viscous and sticky. That fishy, bitter smell... Anyone could tell it was semen. Chunks mixed with trace urine.
"Urk..."
Even seeing it made her want to vomit—how could she eat this for breakfast? Impossible.
"Hurry up and take it. People behind you are waiting."
"Yes..."
Heo Seong-ah clutched the beaker with both hands. It felt much heavier now than before... The liquid's unsettling warmth... Back at her spot with the Manager, she faced the wall, knelt, and held the beaker like a condemned prisoner gripping poison. Her face twisted in misery.
"B62, it's nutritious breakfast, so eat every drop. Understood?"
"How am I supposed to..."
The frothing semen was exactly at the 450ml mark. Common sense said it couldn't be human semen, but the odd foul stench—different from real cum—made her wrinkle her nose. As she'd guessed, the "meal" semen was fresh pig cum the Managers collected daily from nearby farms. Nutrients for survival were added, so really, three meals of semen a day kept you alive without issue.
"B62, finish by second period. I'll wait patiently, so eat it all. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
She had no choice anyway. Close her eyes and drink, or resist, get punished, and drink—same end. Heo Seong-ah slowly raised the beaker to her lips. Just moments later, the semen had separated: watery liquid below, floating clumps above. Staring at the globs dancing under her eyes, her face paled. Then the fishy stench hit her nose, triggering dry heaves as she turned away.
"Urk..!"
It seemed impossible. If only she hadn't known...
The instinctive revulsion toward male semen stalled her. The Manager stood with arms crossed, yawning silently. Eat or not, he'd just deduct points and drag her off.
"Hoo... Haa..."
Heo Seong-ah lifted the beaker again. This time, she managed to press her lips to the rim.
"Hoo... Oo..."
She held her breath, trying to ignore the revolting smell. Tilting it slightly to sip...
"Uwoook!!"
The instant semen touched her tongue, she jerked her head back and retched.
"Kkeu..."
A bit had slipped in, mixing with saliva and dribbling out. Impossible. The smell and state were awful, but worst was the texture—like raw egg whites dumped in her mouth. Slimy yet with firm, sticky grains. Horrific.
"Hoo... Haa..."
But could she refuse...? Tears welling, she glanced at the Manager, then pressed her lips to the beaker again. She had to eat. No matter what, she had to.
She held her breath and took a full mouthful, cheeks bulging.
"Uum... Wup..."
The clumps rolled on her tongue, texture vivid. Now swallow—like water, gulp and done... But her throat clenched shut, refusing no matter how she strained. Her mind screamed eat, but her will screamed never swallow semen, paralyzing her.
"Uwup!"
Finally, she gasped for air—and vomited it up.