Unintended Rebellion
A naked livestock slave walked up beside Heo Seong-ah, who was lost in a daze. She was a striking woman with straight brown hair reaching down to her waist.
Having no prior acquaintance with her, the woman glanced at Heo Seong-ah sitting there blankly and hesitated for a moment.
"You gonna keep sitting there instead of going in?"
"Huh?"
It had been so long since she'd heard another person's voice. Heo Seong-ah startled involuntarily and quietly shifted aside to make room.
"Go ahead first..."
"Alright."
The woman positioned herself confidently in front of the livestock entrance and squatted down, spreading her legs. She aligned her hips perfectly with the blinking red reader light on the floor, pressing her pussy flush against the transparent acrylic panel. With a beep, the livestock's information appeared on the display panel at the side of the entrance.
> LIVESTOCK ID: [GENERIC]
> STATUS: CLEARED
"Nngh..."
She had to spread her legs in an M-shape, sit back on her haunches with her back arched straight—a thoroughly uncomfortable position. She had to hold it until the loading bar hit 100% for the door to open.
Whirr—the tightly sealed door slid open automatically. Before entering, she dropped to all fours like a dog and stuck out her tongue toward the reader, licking it clean with a practiced expression. Since it was a communal machine used by countless livestock slaves, cleaning it after each use was the established rule.
Once finished, she crawled inside on all fours.
Whirr—the sensor automatically shut the door after one person passed through.
Heo Seong-ah, who had been staring blankly, hesitated awkwardly before mimicking the woman. She squatted in front of the entrance, legs spread wide in an M, lowering her hips as if defecating.
Little by little...
"Ngh..."
She realized for the first time how difficult it was to arch her back and sink down onto her haunches. Finally pressing her ass onto the reader, Heo Seong-ah heard a sharp beep-beep warning and looked at the side display.
"Error...?"
! SCAN FAILED
[Error]
Maybe the reader wasn't aligned right? She wiggled her hips back and forth in her squat, pressing her pussy and the reader into a perfect straight line. Now she noticed a camera on the top of the reader. The side display streamed the footage live.
Heo Seong-ah bit her lip in humiliation as she stared at her own pussy squashed flat against it.
Beep—
"Why?"
! SCAN FAILED
[Error]
Tilting her head in confusion, Heo Seong-ah turned at the sound of a sigh from behind her.
"Haa, if you're not going in, can you move aside already?"
"Huh?"
Numerous women stood there with arms crossed, tapping their toes impatiently as they waited their turn.
"You know we have quotas to fill fast, right? If we're late because of you and get punished, you gonna take responsibility?"
"Ah, no... Sorry..."
"Then get lost."
"Okay..."
The livestock slaves in the Shared Property Facility lived strictly by "every slave for herself." Teamwork? Not a chance. To survive, you had to hustle for yourself.
"Haa, seriously..."
The woman, annoyed by Heo Seong-ah's sluggish movements, kicked her shoulder as she tried to stand, knocking her sideways.
"Ow!"
"Fuck, I said move! We're short on time!"
"Sorry...!"
Heo Seong-ah toppled over, completely cowed, and bowed her head to the ground in apology. Just as she started to turn away, someone yanked her hair hard, flipping her back down.
"Kyaa!"
"Where you going, you bitch? You gonna leave without cleaning up your pussy juices? Fuck, this girl's got no manners."
"Ah... S-sorry...!"
Apologizing out of habit, Heo Seong-ah dropped to all fours like the previous slave and stuck out her tongue. She hadn't noticed while squatting, but up close, a nauseating stench assaulted her nose—enough to make her gag.
And for good reason: the reader was used by hundreds of livestock slaves a day, never properly cleaned, caked in countless layers of pussy juices, urine, and spit.
"Ngh..."
What was the point of licking something like that clean? Grimacing in disgust, Heo Seong-ah licked the reader with her tongue.
"Urp..."
A slimy, numbing bitterness spread across her tongue, followed by the sour tang of unripe fruit. Swallowing her nausea, she licked it meticulously like a cat until the woman with crossed arms kicked her body, sending her sprawling again.
"Done? Then fuck off."
"Hic...!"
Heo Seong-ah crumpled weakly, shrinking under the women's fierce glares. They took turns squatting over the reader she'd just licked, scanning their pussies one by one.
> ACCESS GRANTED
Evidently, the errors were unique to Heo Seong-ah. The women crawled through the now-open entrance.
Left alone, she racked her brain over why the errors kept happening but came up empty. She wanted to ask for help, but approaching anyone felt impossible.
"Hic..."
In the end, Heo Seong-ah huddled there for a while before wandering the Labor Indoctrination Facility to kill time. Sitting still to rest sounded nice, but she felt like she had to do something.
While aimlessly touring the facility alone, she suddenly noticed all the other livestock slaves outside had vanished.
"Huh?"
Heo Seong-ah felt utterly alone in the world. Just as an uneasy instinct told her something was wrong, she spotted a manager approaching from the Shared Property Facility.
The bespectacled middle-aged man was yawning widely as he headed for Factory 1, but he slowed upon noticing Heo Seong-ah lingering alone outside and walked toward her.
"Hmm... What are you doing out here? Roll call's about to start."
The manager, wearing a kindly smile, spoke in a gentle tone. For some reason, he didn't feel intimidating, so Heo Seong-ah answered freely.
"I-I'm new to the Shared Property Facility..., so I was just touring the labor facility."
"I see. What's your handler's name?"
"I don't know."
"Hmm, hold on a sec."
The manager pulled a terminal from his coat pocket. Using its scan function, he checked the info on the Heo Seong-ah standing before him.
Heo Seong-ah did have a labor facility tour scheduled for today... but
"Livestock B62... You're scheduled for the tour, sure, but also general livestock labor?"
"Yes..."
"You didn't know?"
"Ah, no...! My handler told me to go into Building 1..."
She wasn't lying. Sticking to the facts seemed best for everyone.
"I see. So why are you hanging around out here?"
"Well, the reader wouldn't work—it kept erroring out..."
"Hmm... Did you press your pussy right against it for the scan? Cleaned up your pussy juices and everything, but still errored?"
"Huh? Y-yes..."
Obscene words tumbling from such a kindly man's mouth made Heo Seong-ah flush with inexplicable shame.
"That's weird..."
Checking her info on the terminal again, he found the answer.
"Aha, B62 isn't general livestock—you're special livestock, right?"
"Yes. That's right."
"No wonder the door won't open. Building 1 is only for general livestock; special livestock aren't registered. They don't get free time during labor hours anyway."
"Yes..."
The manager pocketed his terminal, still smiling.
"Hmm, so B62 skipped labor and just hung around out here, huh?"
"Ah, no... I wasn't playing... Now that I know why I couldn't get in, I'll do the labor..."
"Heh heh, labor shift ends in 5 minutes."
"Huh?"
Time had flown by that fast? Heo Seong-ah fidgeted anxiously, glancing at the manager.
"So, B62 didn't do any labor and was just goofing off outside?"
"I wasn't goofing off... I was touring..."
"The schedule says your tour was with your handler?"
"Yes. But there was nothing I could do, so I wandered alone..."
"Wandered around playing, you mean?"
"No, that's not—"
The manager kept cutting her off, probing relentlessly. No excuse changed the fact: she hadn't worked.
"B62 refused labor, pursued personal freedom, lied on top of that, and now keeps making excuses to a manager's questions?"
"Ah, no! It's not excuses!"
"See? Right now too!"
"Ahk..."
She had nothing left to say. Throat tight, Heo Seong-ah sniffled with injustice.
"Don't cry over something like this. Breaks my heart."
"Hic, sorry..."
"It's fine. B62, you've heard it plenty, but..."
The manager drew a collapsible three-section baton from his coat pocket. With a light swing in the air, it extended with an intimidating whoosh.
"You know livestock who break rules have to take responsibility themselves, right?"
"Ah, that's..."
"Don't worry. No demerit points."
Grinning, he gripped the baton firmly.
"We handle issues in the labor facility cleanly here. Got it?"
"Y-yes...?"
Thwack—
"Kyaaaaaaaah!!"
Without warning, the baton slammed into Heo Seong-ah's blankly standing breasts. As she screamed and curled into a ball, he stomped her hair to the ground. Sighing softly, he tapped her ass with the baton's tip.
"B62, take your punishment nicely. Understand?"
"Ugh, hngh...!"
The manager's voice had utterly changed. Terrified, Heo Seong-ah clutched her breasts, trembling violently.