Gotta Make Up for What You Spilled?
The semen she'd been holding in her mouth erupted from her nose and lips. The milky-white fluid mixed with saliva and snot, splattering onto the floor in thick globs.
"Kuh-hurk! Kuuueeek!!"
Heo Seong-ah retched repeatedly, expelling every foreign substance from her mouth. Fortunately, more than half made it back into the beaker... but a considerable amount had still hit the floor.
"Livestock Number B62."
"Y-yes...?"
The Manager, who'd been watching blankly, spoke up. Heo Seong-ah jumped in fright, her face pale with terror as she looked at him. She knew she'd messed up... so she fidgeted with her hands and feet, dreading the punishment.
"Wasn't Livestock Number B62's meal 450ml?"
"Yes... that's right..."
"So what's this? You've spat out your precious meal, and now there's barely 400ml left."
It was as good as telling her to lick up the 50ml she'd spilled on the floor. Understanding his intent, Heo Seong-ah didn't hesitate—she slammed her forehead to the ground and stuck out her tongue. Just as she was about to lap up the semen reeking of foul stench from her own mouth, the Manager tapped her body to stop her.
"Livestock Number B62, what do you think you're doing? Did I tell you to lick up the semen on the floor?"
"N-no..."
"Then why act on your own? Haa, I thought you were showing some improvement today, but what a disappointment."
"I'm sorry... hic..."
"Let me explain again. Livestock have no free will. You do exactly as you're told—nothing more, nothing less. If I say die, you die. Got it?"
"Yes, Manager...!"
"Then place the beaker on the floor."
Heo Seong-ah carefully set the beaker down in front of her, just as the Manager instructed.
"Now assume the waiting position over the beaker. Execute."
"Pardon? Oh... yes..."
What could he possibly want next? Heo Seong-ah stood and positioned herself over the beaker on the floor, assuming the waiting pose: legs spread wide, hands clasped behind her head, facing the wall. Naturally, her pussy aligned directly above the beaker.
"From now on, you'll fill it with your own pussy juices to make up the amount. Understood?"
"Y-yes...??"
Heo Seong-ah's face darkened as she turned to look at the Manager. Collecting her own juices in the beaker wasn't impossible, but the problem was that she'd have to drink them afterward.
"Haa... Livestock Number B62..."
The Manager stepped forward and placed a hand on her head. Pressing down with his grip, he stroked her hair while issuing his command.
"Do I have to be forceful for Livestock Number B62 to obey? Are you planning to make that dumbstruck face and jump in surprise every single day?"
"I'm sorry..."
"Compared to what you'll endure later, this is nothing—a mere drop in the ocean. If you keep up that idiotic attitude, even bedtime tonight will be a nightmare."
Swallowing a sigh, the Manager operated his terminal, deducting 10 penalty points from Heo Seong-ah.
"Livestock Number B62: 10 penalty points."
"No way..."
"What good are reward points? You'll end up like this anyway."
The Manager smirked, pressing her head down firmly before releasing his hand.
"Hurry and drip your juices to fill the beaker. Meal time is almost over."
"Hic, yes..."
Heo Seong-ah reluctantly reached between her legs. Fine, this was actually better. At least she could touch her throbbing pussy like this. But...
The moment she tried to masturbate, the Manager bellowed.
"Livestock Number B62!"
"Hic! Yes?!"
"Who gave you permission to break the waiting position? Do you need punishment to straighten up?"
"I'm sorry...!"
Heo Seong-ah immediately clasped her hands behind her head again, resuming the pose.
"Hic..."
Don't touch your pussy—just squirt the juices into the beaker? It was a command so vile it made her want to vomit.
"Kkhuh..."
He'd told her to squirt, but it wasn't easy. For a man, it'd be like ejaculating without using his hands. Thankfully, thanks to the aphrodisiac, her pussy was still slick and wet. She clenched and relaxed her sphincter, desperately trying to force out the juices pooled inside.
Drip—
"Haaah..."
Her pussy obscenely fluttered as a single drop fell. The sound of the droplet hitting made her legs tremble; she swallowed a moan as her strength gave out. Standing on tiptoes with legs spread was exhausting enough, but repeatedly tensing her lower abdomen triggered a bowel movement that had been dormant until now.
"Haa... aaah..."
Her stomach hurt too much to keep straining. After giving it her all, she'd only produced one drop. Filling 50ml would take hours—impossible.
"What are you doing? Trying to get punished?"
"N-no! I'll do my best to squirt...!"
"Always 'I'll try hard' with words alone... Fine. I'll give you 3 minutes. Fill the beaker in that time."
"Hic..."
Heo Seong-ah tensed her lower abdomen and clenched her pussy. Each contraction squeezed out slippery juices, but the amount was still less than 1ml.
"Time's up."
In the end, her 3 minutes were wasted. Trembling in fear of punishment, Heo Seong-ah shuddered.
"Livestock Number B62, face me and grip the beaker with both hands."
"Yes..."
She grabbed the beaker as ordered and held it forward. As time passed, the semen had changed form—now a disgusting yellow liquid with white clumps floating on top. Up close, you could even see sperm wriggling like tadpoles from the clumps.
"I'll make it 450ml, so hold it steady."
"Yes... p-pardon...?"
The Manager worked his mouth and spat thick saliva into the beaker. The frothy spit spread across the surface, amplifying the revolting sight. Not satisfied with one, he hawked up more viscous globs.
Ptooey. Ptooey. Ptooey...
After about 30 spits, the level reached 450ml again. 400ml of semen and 50ml of saliva.
"Ugh..!"
The piercing stench made her retch involuntarily.
"Livestock Number B62, drink it quickly."
"This is... too..."
Much. Way too much. I can't drink it. The pathetic plea rose in her throat, but Heo Seong-ah clamped her mouth shut, saying nothing. Slowly... she brought her lips to the beaker's rim. The floating spit hit her mouth first.
"Mmph, mmph..."
Less repulsive than semen, but swallowing someone else's spit was still hard. She kept putting it in her mouth and spitting it out, finally looking at the Manager with tear-streaked desperation.
"Livestock Number B62, no amount of pitiful looks will let you refuse your meal. Three square meals a day, packed with nutrients—that's how you become an excellent female livestock. Understood?"
"Hic, yes, Manager..."
"Eat quickly."
Heo Seong-ah forced down retches, cramming semen into her mouth bit by bit. She tried desperately to swallow...
"Ugh..!"
But the texture and smell never got easier—she just kept gagging. In the end, the bell signaling the start of second period rang, ending meal time. The livestock who finished were restrained and dragged back to class—all except one: Heo Seong-ah.
"Livestock Number B62, everyone else finished breakfast and left. You're the only one still here. You know that, right?"
"I'm sorry..."
Everyone left the cafeteria except the Manager and Heo Seong-ah. Surveying the eerily quiet space, she realized something was wrong.
"Livestock Number B62, do you understand the chain of punishment? One mistake leads to repeated errors. Keep that in mind."
"Yes. I'm sorry... hic..."
Fail to eat, get punished. Punishment makes you miss second period. Miss class, get punished again. That delay leads to more punishment... One slip, and the vicious cycle never ends.
"Haaa, no helping it."
The Manager pulled a peculiar tool from his coat pocket. It looked like a metal mouth opener, secured with bands so the wearer couldn't remove it. Turning the side dial widened the mouth further.
"Open wide. Execute."
"Hic..."
She knew what was coming without looking. Self-feed or force-feed—the choice wasn't hers. For Heo Seong-ah, skipping the meal wasn't an option.
"Aaaghh..."
As the dial turned, pain like her jaw would dislocate made her squeeze her eyes shut. Only when her mouth gaped wide enough to tear her lips did the Manager stop.
"Khaak... kaha..."
Forced open, her mouth could now fit a small soda can. Silently holding the beaker, the Manager grabbed her hair and yanked her head back sharply.
"Khak..!"
Her head tilted upward, throat straight and exposed, making breathing hard. The beaker hovering above her face slowly inverted... and semen poured into her mouth.