End of 2nd Period, Tour of the Livestock Training Facility
The Manager pressed a button on his terminal, releasing Heo Seong-ah's restraints.
"Um, Instructor..."
Just as she was about to ask her question, the Manager, standing face-to-face with her, suddenly kicked her in the lower abdomen.
"Kyaaak!!"
Her stomach lurched from the blow, nearly making her vomit, but she barely held it back, suppressing her breath. She didn't want to feel that slimy semen refluxing again.
"How dare a lowly livestock speak to the instructor so rudely? Questions are not permitted for inferior beasts like you."
"Ack! I'm sorry! I'm so sorryyy!"
Thud, thwack— The Manager stomped on Heo Seong-ah's back as she curled up, venting his irritation. Unable to watch any longer, Lee Soo-jin grabbed his wrist to stop him, then crouched down on her knees.
"B62."
"Y-yes..."
"Look at me. It's okay."
Heo Seong-ah, trembling violently, lifted her head and locked eyes with Lee Soo-jin, who was staring intently at her.
"What are you curious about? A question related to the training? Or something about me? Since B62 has excellent potential as livestock, I'll give you a special chance to ask."
"Ah, um, well... You definitely said that if I acted as the teaching aid, you'd give me 100 merit points..."
"Pardon?"
Lee Soo-jin's smiling face filled with disappointment. She had hoped for something different... but this confirmed Heo Seong-ah was just like the other livestock.
"Haa... See? I told you, B62, your manners are lacking."
"Pardon?"
"That question just now disappointed me greatly. If you'd stayed quiet, wouldn't I have given you the merits anyway? Haa~"
Lee Soo-jin let out an exaggerated sigh for all to hear, then straightened her legs and stood up. She shot a glance at the Manager and tossed out a curt remark.
"B62, deduct 100 demerit points."
"Yes, Instructor. Understood."
Heo Seong-ah's eyes widened in shock at the casual pronouncement. She immediately crawled on the floor, clinging to Lee Soo-jin's ankle.
"Instructor, hic..! This isn't fair! I tried so hard! 100 demerits is too much..! Hic..."
100 demerit points... Points didn't matter much, but the punishment awaiting her that night terrified her, tears streaming down her face.
Seeing Heo Seong-ah's selfish display, Lee Soo-jin shook her ankle angrily to shake her off, her face hardening with fury.
"What do you think you're doing? From the start, you didn't follow my instructions, B62. 'Don't move, don't make a sound'... I overlooked it twice, and you still ended up forcibly restrained, didn't you?"
"Sob... But..."
She had no rebuttal, but 100 demerits still felt excessively cruel.
"You're thinking it's too harsh right now, aren't you?"
"Hic..."
Hit right on the mark, Heo Seong-ah bit her lip hard.
"Isn't it a bit funny to say 100 demerits is too much? Frankly, if I'd given you 100 merits... wouldn't you be clinging to my ankle complaining there were too many? No, right?"
"That's, um..."
It was all too true. Plenty of people rage at losses, but no one fumes over gains. Heo Seong-ah's mind grew tangled; she couldn't argue back.
"Livestock really are..."
Lee Soo-jin, who had always been smiling, now scowled openly in disgust.
"Revolting."
"Sob..."
With a gaze full of contempt that crushed Heo Seong-ah's pride to the floor, Lee Soo-jin turned away, declaring she had nothing more to say, and left the classroom.
"That's too much... It's so unfair..."
Enduring the agony only to end up with 100 demerits? Heo Seong-ah's spirit shattered; she stared blankly at the floor, her face crumpling in tears.
"B62."
"Yes? Kyaaak!!"
A livestock like her had no time to sob. The Manager pulled out a collapsible three-section baton and brought it down mercilessly on her shoulder blade.
"Aaaak! Haa, aaaak..!"
It felt like her collarbone had snapped. Clutching her throbbing shoulder, Heo Seong-ah curled up tighter. The Manager, eyes bulging, swung the baton again and again.
Thwack—
"Kyaaaaak!!"
"How dare you!"
Thwack—
"Aaaak!! Kkuk, haa... kkuuk..!"
"A mere livestock,"
Thwack—
"Kkuuuk!!"
"keeps acting,"
Thwack—
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
"so disobediently?"
Thwack—
"Kyaak! I was wrong! I'm sorryyy!!"
Beaten without mercy, Heo Seong-ah wept uncontrollably, clinging to the Manager's ankle. Still unsatisfied, he swung the baton once more...
Thwack—
"Kkuk..!"
The tip accidentally struck Heo Seong-ah's tailbone as she lay prone.
"Ah... ah..!"
Pain so intense she couldn't even scream properly. Silently, Heo Seong-ah reached back with both hands to touch her numb tailbone.
"Ack... haa... aak..."
She could barely breathe. No word like "pain" could describe it—like a hammer smashing her bone, then scraping it to powder with a blade?
"Kkhaaaak... aa.."
Her muscles stiffened against her will, her body shuddering uncontrollably.
"Fuu... B62, time to move."
The Manager coldly operated his terminal, locking her limbs in place and fitting her with a blindfold and dildo mask.
"Kkuup... wup..."
Even after her limbs folded inward, the trembling didn't stop. The pain in her lower body gradually faded to numbness. Her tailbone still ached. But... huh? The sensation of pain vanished.
"Huuup..."
This was a first. Was something wrong with her body?
"Huuup..."
Hospital... I need a hospital. Please, I'll be good, just take me once...
She desperately wanted to beg, but the dildo mask turned her words to babbling. The Manager yanked her leash harshly and dragged her out of the classroom.
"B62, today's training session is over. For the remaining time, you'll tour the livestock training. Follow quietly."
"Kkuuup..."
The Manager headed toward the Special Livestock Service Facility's training room. Too weak to walk, Heo Seong-ah was dragged, scraping her elbows and knees until scabs formed. Ignoring it, he tugged the leash sharply to hurry her.
"Move faster, or I'll beat your ass with this baton until it bursts. Understood?"
"Huwup..!"
True to form, disobedient bitches were tamed with violence. The terror etched into her body forced Heo Seong-ah to move.
Back at the Special Livestock Service Facility, Heo Seong-ah descended the basement stairs and stopped before the livestock training room. Beyond the double security doors lay a vast underground space far larger than it appeared.
Polished marble floors stretched left and right, lined with thick floor-to-ceiling glass walls divided into sections. From the corridor's front: sections 1 through 100 at the far end. It resembled a museum exhibit hall at first glance.
"We're here."
The Manager released her restraints, helped her stand, removed the blindfold, and pulled out the dildo mask. Heo Seong-ah gasped for air, looking around.
"This is...?"
She clearly didn't grasp why this was called the livestock training room.
"We'll now tour the livestock training facility. Until lunch, observe carefully and give your impressions. Do well for merits; fail, and it's demerits. Clear?"
"Yes, Manager."
"Then stand on your own two feet and follow."
Standing on her feet for the first time in ages, Heo Seong-ah winced at the dull ache in her tailbone. Each step rubbed her soaked crotch against her thighs, feeling unpleasant.
"The Special Livestock Service Facility's training room accommodates 100 livestock with its vast size. What you see isn't all there is."
As he said, the basement was at least ten times larger than the ground floor. Used as a bomb shelter or evacuation route in emergencies, rumors swirled of passages leading elsewhere—but unverified.
"It also boasts countless training facilities. B62, you'll use these soon, so take a good look as we pass."
"Yes, Manager..."
Heo Seong-ah turned her head side to side, peering through the glass at the machines. Varied in shape and size, their purposes were unimaginable: centipede-like with curved pipes, crude metal boxes, arching circular rings. Less training gear, more profound artistic sculptures.
Intrigued, Heo Seong-ah paused where unusually loud noises echoed.