Special Livestock Training Facility (2)
Just thinking about it made her legs tremble with fear and dread.
"Is that so? Understood."
Fortunately, the Manager nodded and brushed it off casually.
"Livestock Number B62, that was a very good impression. How nice that you spoke so honestly."
"Yes... thank you..."
The atmosphere right now felt like she was about to receive some kind of reward. Heo Seong-ah, her face brightening, looked up at the Manager with excitement. But he still wore his usual impassive expression.
"Good. It's good, but..."
"Yes..."
"Your impression was too lukewarm, so I can't just give you the points."
"Pardon?"
Did that mean... if she did something, he'd give her the points? The Manager handed the terminal to Heo Seong-ah, who was tilting her head in confusion. The screen was filled with a single red button-shaped icon, exuding an overwhelming pressure, as if it were a nuclear launch button.
Heo Seong-ah had a gut feeling that she absolutely shouldn't press it.
"Press the button, and I'll give you 100 store points."
100 points? That much...? It felt like something catastrophic would happen if she pressed it, but 100 store points was an enormous reward. Should she? Or shouldn't she?
"Ughhh..."
No point in agonizing over it. 100 store points was too tempting to pass up. The moment she reached out with a smile to press it—
"Just so you know, pressing that button will completely break the woman you see in front of you right now."
"Eh..?"
Heo Seong-ah froze at the Manager's words. Completely break her? What the hell did that mean? She was already broken like that—how much more ruined could she get? And she would be the one to ruin her?
"That's... too much..."
Morally, she couldn't do it. As a fellow woman, as someone turned into livestock herself, there was no way she could press the button.
"Why are you hesitating? Have you forgotten?"
"Pardon..?"
"That all the livestock serving here in the Special Livestock Facility—not the general one—are criminals just like you, Livestock Number B62."
She had completely forgotten. She herself had been framed unjustly and turned into livestock, but that didn't guarantee the other women weren't actual criminals.
"Just so you know, that livestock there committed armed robbery with her friends because she needed money for a trip with her boyfriend. In the process, she brutally murdered two pedestrians who witnessed them, and even as she was being caught by the police, she posted on SNS about what a 'great memory' it was. She showed zero remorse at trial and got sentenced to five years as livestock—a total piece of trash. So no need for any naive sympathy."
"But still..."
There was no way to verify if the Manager's words were true or false. If they were lies, Heo Seong-ah would become a hypocrite who brutally ruined an innocent woman's life. Even if they were true, it wouldn't erase the guilt of sacrificing someone for her own choice. Because she had emotions. Because she wasn't a psychopath. She couldn't destroy another person's life with the press of a button.
"Livestock Number B62, press the button and it's done. Hurry up."
The Manager kept urging her, but she couldn't decide easily and made a tearful face. She glanced at the terminal's button... then at the woman beyond the thick glass.
"Aaaang!! Euk, kkuuk... Graaang... Haaang!!"
The woman was still letting out scream-like moans, repeating her climaxes endlessly.
"Livestock Number B62, you won't press it?"
"...Yes."
She answered honestly again. No matter what, she just couldn't press it.
"Then how about this?"
"What..?"
"Press the button, and I'll wipe all your accumulated penalty points from today."
"Pardon?"
A far more groundbreaking offer than 100 store points. But great rewards always came with the worst catches.
"In exchange, if you don't press it, you'll get 100 penalty points added. Got it?"
"No way..."
It was completely black-and-white. Sacrifice another for her own happiness, or reject the offer while clinging to half-hearted hypocrisy.
"I'll give you 10 seconds."
"Why would you..."
Why the hell was he suddenly doing this? Heo Seong-ah's mind grew chaotic; she wanted to cry and beg, but the words wouldn't come out.
"5 seconds left."
Time kept ticking. Heo Seong-ah alternated her gaze between the terminal and the woman, trapped in endless deliberation.
"1 second left."
"Hic..."
In the end, her choice was...
Beep—
"Good choice."
Heo Seong-ah squeezed her eyes shut and pressed the button. Surely now the machine would go berserk, driving the woman insane, and ear-splitting screams would fill the air...
"Huh?"
Contrary to her expectations, the moment she pressed it, the machine's noise stopped. It powered down and released the woman's restrained body.
"Wh-what..."
She turned a flustered gaze to the Manager. He was grinning with a far more unpleasant expression than usual.
"Livestock Number B62, I'm extremely disappointed. You say you hate it, can't do it, won't do it... but then without hesitation, you try to ruin someone else's life."
"N-no, that's not..."
"The button you just pressed was the machine shutdown button. No matter how it happened, you just freed that livestock from hell."
"Hic, hngh..!"
The result of her malicious act turned out like this. Guilt stabbing at her, Heo Seong-ah shook her head side to side as she looked at the woman. She wasn't expecting thanks or anything...
"You fucking bitch!!"
The woman glared at Heo Seong-ah like she wanted to kill her, lunging forward only to collapse as her legs gave out. Dragging herself over with a furious expression, she slammed her fist against the thick glass. It shook so hard despite being unbreakable.
"You bastard! Fuck, I'll kill you!!"
"Eek... hngh..!"
It was the natural outcome. Even restrained, her ears had been open. Even if she couldn't speak in her deranged state, she'd heard everything clearly and remembered it. What offer Heo Seong-ah had received... what choice she'd made... Knowing it all, the woman pounded the glass madly, grinding her teeth.
"You dog bitch!! I remember your face, fuck! You're gonna regret this later, you fucking slut!!"
"Hik, hngh... No, that's not..."
Heo Seong-ah stepped back, trembling in terror. The Manager, who had been watching blankly, finally couldn't hold back his laughter and clutched his stomach.
"Pfft, puhahaha!!"
Nothing was as fun as pitting livestock against each other. It felt like watching powerless bugs fight.
"That's enough. Livestock Number B62, a promise is a promise—here's your 100 store points."
As the Manager operated the terminal, the woman's noisy rant cut off abruptly. With the speaker muted, her mouth flapping silently looked utterly ridiculous.
"Moving to the next location."
"Hngh, yes..."
Heo Seong-ah slowly followed the Manager ahead. Behind her, the banging continued, but she absolutely refused to look back. It felt like she'd committed some irreversible grave sin.
All sleepiness gone, Heo Seong-ah walked the long corridor, taking in the various training machines. Most had a single dedicated purpose. The infinite orgasm training machine that turned insensitive livestock into bitches in heat. The tickle training machine that heightened skin stimulation to remodel them into more lascivious bodies. The aphrodisiac training machine that wrecked the body to the point of making daily life impossible. The breast training machine that boosted sensitivity to match the clitoris. The throat expansion machine for livestock too weak-stomached for fellatio. And so on... She was convinced that enduring all 100 varieties would strip away any remnant of humanity.
Heo Seong-ah honestly confessed her raw feelings whenever the Manager asked for impressions. Each time, he awarded her 1 store point for her good attitude. Before she knew it, she'd accumulated about 20 points.
"Livestock Number B62, is there any training among these you'd like to undergo?"
After the final machine at the corridor's end, the Manager tossed out the question casually.
"Pardon..?"
Any she'd like to undergo? As if. She swallowed the urge to snap that it wasn't even worth asking.
"Of course, livestock normally have no say in their training. But for one showing such excellent behavior like you, Livestock Number B62, I can grant training choice as Manager's privilege."
"Yes..."
It didn't change the fact that she'd be trained, so Heo Seong-ah mumbled an ambiguous reply, unsure if it was good or bad.
"So, which torture appeals most?"
He kept unconsciously calling it torture instead of training... Being mercilessly subjected to these emotionless machines was torture by any definition, no matter who saw it.
"Livestock Number B62, answer when the Manager asks."
"I'm sorry. So..."
Honestly, she hated them all. Imagining herself in any made her legs shake with fear. But if she had to pick one...
The least stimulating, most bearable one, maybe? After agonizing, Heo Seong-ah gave her answer.