2nd Period: Embracing Violence as Pleasure (Part 2)
Heo Seong-ah knelt before the teacher's desk, sniffling back tears. To anyone watching, it might have looked like she was confessing her sins in some solemn rite.
"Alright~ Everyone got a good view? Let's dive right into the second period lesson."
Crack— Lee Soo-jin swung the switch down onto the desk with a sharp snap. It was meant to grab the livestock's attention, but... the women were still dazed, wracked by the pain of the dildos piercing their lower bellies, unable to fully regain their senses.
Undeterred, Lee Soo-jin began her lecture with a beaming smile.
"The relationship between violence and pleasure... There's not much concrete info I'll be sharing this session."
The tip of the switch brushed against the head of Heo Seong-ah, who was kneeling obediently.
"Eek!"
"Stay still."
"Hic... Y-yes..."
She tapped lightly around Heo Seong-ah's crown, as if to intimidate her, and continued her explanation.
"You're all livestock, right? You're locked up in the Shared Property Facility right now, completing your mandatory training, but soon you'll be tools for men's sexual desires. Isn't that right?"
It was a loaded question with an obvious answer, but no one opened their mouth. Silence hung heavy in the room.
"Come on~ Let's face reality head-on. The reason I'm teaching this—about violence and pleasure—is because when you're used as sex toys, there's a high chance you'll face violence."
Stepping over to the laptop on the desk, Lee Soo-jin pulled up the screen and began cycling through the photos she'd prepared. Images flashed by: a woman bound hand and foot, screaming in agony; another with a fist buried in her pussy, enduring fisting; one with bruises blooming across her lower belly, vomiting in pain... Countless photos of women, each a brutal testament to sadistic violence that evoked snuff films.
"So, what do these pictures make you feel? Scared? Pitiful? Disgusted? I'm sure you're all feeling a whirlwind of emotions... But what you livestock need to understand is that you're those women in the photos."
By now, sniffles echoed from here and there around the room.
Who in the world enjoys violence? Even someone born with masochistic tendencies... if their throat was choked, fingers broken, gut punched, and a fist shoved into their pussy, they'd scream for mercy and thrash like mad.
"That's why today's lesson is about 'how livestock can feel pleasure amid violent acts.'"
Switch back in hand, Lee Soo-jin tapped Heo Seong-ah's shoulder where she knelt. Startled, she flinched, her lips trembling as she huddled inward.
"Men all harbor base desires deep inside... and most of the time, those lead straight to violence."
Lee Soo-jin shifted slightly to stand beside Heo Seong-ah, rubbing the switch along her back as she spoke.
"Honestly, I don't know why myself. Maybe it's genetic? Some primal urge etched into men's DNA—the drive to dominate... to destroy... Something like that, right? So, what I'm ultimately saying is—"
Crack—
"Kyaaah!!"
"—that livestock must feel pleasure from their master's violence."
The switch had whipped down mercilessly, carving a red diagonal welt across Heo Seong-ah's back. Hunched over like a dog in submission, she reached behind with both hands to cradle the swelling wound.
"Got it, livestock?"
The lecture circled back to its core: [The Relationship Between Violence and Pleasure]. Treat violence and pleasure as one and the same sensation.
Crack—
"Kyaaah!!"
Lee Soo-jin struck Heo Seong-ah's prone back again. The lash hit the fresh wound, tearing skin amid searing pain; she arched her waist in agony.
"Men most often target the ass and tits, they say. Some love pussy spanking, others get off on whipping the back like this, or the thighs, soles, palms, lower belly... So, livestock have to feel pleasure no matter where they get hit, right?"
Tap, tap... The switch's tip lightly struck Heo Seong-ah's huddled head.
"Straighten your upper body and kneel properly."
"Hnnngh..."
Trembling violently, Heo Seong-ah shifted back to her knees. Between her slightly parted thighs gleamed her pussy, slick with secreted fluids.
Lee Soo-jin's eyes changed at the sight.
"Oh? Looks like Livestock Number B62 doesn't need this lesson after all."
"Y-yes...?"
What did that mean? Had she done something wrong? Heo Seong-ah stared up at her, face paling.
Lee Soo-jin still wore her cheerful grin, fiddling with the switch.
"Today's sessions from second to fourth period are on 'The Relationship Between Violence and Pleasure.' It's a tough subject, so it's scheduled for three hours, but I think B62 can skip it?"
"Y-yes...? I mean, why...? What did I do wrong...?"
Resisting the hits? Screaming? Some subtle act of insolence? She couldn't figure it out. Her head throbbed with dizziness.
"Because you're already taking violence as pleasure."
"Huh?"
"Not even an erogenous zone... Just a switch to the back, and your pussy's soaking wet? What woman does that?"
The switch's tip pressed hard between Heo Seong-ah's thighs.
"Hnnngh...!"
She hated to admit it, but pleasure had surged; swallowing a moan, her hips quivered. But this was just the aphrodisiac's fault. Pleasure? No way. Her muscles had tensed on impact, involuntarily clenching her pussy and squeezing out the lube inside—nothing more.
"Born talent, maybe... B62, you've become an excellent piece of livestock. Congrats."
"Hic..."
Heo Seong-ah clamped her mouth shut and bowed her head. No point arguing or explaining her shame—it'd just sound like rejecting her livestock fate.
"No need to teach you, then."
Lee Soo-jin called to the manager at the back of the room.
"Manager, can B62 end class early?"
"Is that allowed? I heard livestock must complete mandatory training."
"I control the training schedule as the instructor. If you approve, I'd rather have her do something more productive than sit through second period—maybe extra conditioning or labor."
"I see."
No point dragging her through to fourth if it was useless; better she train or work instead. The manager nodded in agreement.
"Fine. I'll take her after second period ends."
"Yes."
As the manager returned to the back, Lee Soo-jin turned to Heo Seong-ah with a bright smile.
"Shall we continue the lesson?"
"Hic..."
"Since B62's setting such a great example~ If you play the teaching aid perfectly, I'll give you 100 merit points. Sound good?"
"Huh?"
Heo Seong-ah's eyes widened. Merit points—100? The maximum anyone could earn. That would wipe out all her demerits from today and earn her a comfy bed tonight. An offer no livestock could refuse. She nodded without hesitation.
"I'll do my best..."
"Great! But it's not about trying—do it right."
"Huh?"
"From now on, as teaching aid, no sounds, no moving. Break either rule, and it's 100 demerits instead of merits."
"Hic...!"
High risk, high reward. She'd fallen for the sweet talk. But she'd committed—no turning back.
"Stand and come to the front of the desk. I'll position you."
"Yes..."
Heo Seong-ah stood beside her as instructed.
"Legs shoulder-width... Hips back a bit... Hands behind your head..."
Tap, tap, tap... Lee Soo-jin corrected her posture with light switch taps all over her body.
Heo Seong-ah ended up splayed like a frog: legs frog-wide, hands locked behind her head. In this pose, her pussy, armpits, and tits were fully exposed, unshieldable.
"Hic..."
She frowned, hyper-aware of the countless eyes on her. No matter how many times, the humiliation never faded.
"Stay still, okay?"
Setting the switch aside, Lee Soo-jin pulled a large bag from under the desk. It held various punishment tools for the demo; she selected a leather riding crop.
"Livestock must drip arousal from any hit, feeling pleasure everywhere. That takes repeated conditioning and development, but B62's got a natural pervert body that skips all that."
"Hng..."
No, I'm not...! Heo Seong-ah swallowed tears under the gaze of contemptuous eyes.
"Now, then..."
Tap— The crop's tip touched her ass.
"I'll whip every hittable spot and show you how to turn it into pleasure."
"Eh...?"
Wait, what? Did she hear that right?
Crack—
"Grk!"
The crop sliced into the center of her ass cheek at blinding speed—
Heo Seong-ah realized her choice was a mistake, swallowing a scream.