The Wrong Choice
The Manager's hand, which had been rubbing her pussy, came to an abrupt halt. He rotated his wrist lightly, as if preparing to strike, settling into a comfortable stance.
"The remaining seven strikes. Let's begin."
"Ah... haaah..."
She had to endure it. But could she really? Probably not... no, it wasn't even probably. It was absolutely impossible.
Crack—
"Kkheek!!"
The wooden paddle soared up toward the ceiling before whistling back down at terrifying speed, slamming into Heo Seong-ah's pussy. With the dull thud echoing through the room, her hips bucked wildly upward, her eyes rolling back as she passed out.
Her pussy twitched and spasmed, urine trickling out in a steady stream between the quivering folds.
"Haa, passing out after just one strike wasn't bad enough—you even wet yourself. I'm extremely disappointed."
The Manager yanked her arms behind the chair, securing them tightly so she couldn't move. Adjusting his stance, he positioned himself perfectly for the next blow, then...
Crack—
"Kkuk!!"
...unleashed merciless punishment.
Crack—
"Kkeuhuk!!"
The instant the paddle connected, Heo Seong-ah's shoulders jerked as she snapped back to consciousness, only to black out again from the searing pain that followed.
Smack—
"Kkihyaaaak!!"
Awakening once more.
Crack—
"Kkuk!"
Out cold.
Crack—
"Kyaaahaaaaak!!"
Back awake.
Crack, crack, smack—
"Kyaaaaak!! Kyaaak!! Please spare meee!! Kyak, kkheehik!! Ahuk! It huuuurts!! Save meee!! Save me!!"
Heo Seong-ah repeated this cycle endlessly—fading in and out, her head banging against the chair as she screamed for mercy. Her desperate pleas were a far cry from her earlier defiance. Pitiful as her wretched begging for life was, the punishment couldn't stop.
Crack, smack, crack, crack, smack—
"Kyaaaaaaaak!!"
Immersed in the moment, the Manager struck more times than required. Finally, Heo Seong-ah went limp, fully unconscious.
"Kkuk..! Uhuk..!"
Even from her urethra, which had nothing left to give, some unidentified fluid—urine or arousal—leaked out in dribbles. Her pussy, swollen like it might burst, looked utterly ruined, incapable of functioning.
But the punishment wasn't over yet.
"Livestock Number B62, as per our agreement, since you passed out, we'll continue the punishment. Any complaints?"
"Ahuk, th-that..."
A faint sneer curled the Manager's lips as he placed the wooden paddle directly atop her pussy—not touching, just hovering with a slight gap.
"Huk, heuk... Please spare me... heuk..."
The mere sight terrified Heo Seong-ah so much that her pussy throbbed with phantom pain, and she begged for her life on her own.
"Haha..!"
Her pathetic state was so wretched it drew laughter from him—a rare occurrence at the Shared Property Facility. Any livestock that endured pussy spanking developed trauma, trembling at the mere threat. They'd obey perfectly after that. Heo Seong-ah was no different now...
"Livestock Number B62, any complaints? If you do, we can retry. Hold out through ten full-power strikes without passing out—want to give it another go?"
"N-nooo! N-no complaints!! I was stupid! Punish me!!"
"Yes, very good."
Should she have done this from the start? It felt like she'd taken the easy path the hard way all this time. Moved by her sudden obedience, the Manager made a proposal.
"Livestock Number B62, before the next punishment, I'll give you a choice."
"Y-yes..? What do you..."
"First option: Take the punishment right now, and it ends tomorrow morning. Second: Rest fully for the rest of today, and we continue starting tomorrow."
"Heuk, continue... for how long..?"
"I don't know that either."
"Huk..."
Telling her details would spoil the fun later. After agonizing, her gaze fell on her grotesquely swollen pussy, and she murmured softly.
"The second one... I'll take it... heuk..."
"Yes, excellent."
Her body hurt too much, was too exhausted. She didn't know how many days of punishment lay ahead, but pushing through without rest now felt like it would kill her.
"Livestock Number B62, return to your room immediately and rest comfortably. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
He adjusted the chair's angle and released her restraints. Her legs, splayed horizontally for so long, screamed with muscle pain—she doubted she could walk.
But since she'd crawl on all fours anyway, leg pain was irrelevant.
"Uhut..."
The Manager blindfolded her eyes and gagged her mouth with a ball gag. The moment her limbs folded, the crushed agony between her thighs made her double over.
"Ahuh... ahwup..."
She wanted to say it hurt... but he ruthlessly grabbed her collar and dragged her along.
Arriving at Room 62 in the Special Livestock Service Facility basement, her restraints were fully removed. Exhausted from no sleep since last night, she was on the verge of collapse—but even so, she couldn't imagine sleeping in this state.
"Livestock Number B62."
"Yes, Manager..."
"Rest deeply for tomorrow's punishment. Close your eyes right now and sleep with a calm mind."
"Yes, got it..."
She answered obediently, but leaning against the slanted wall and closing her eyes brought no sleep. In a room designed to torment the body just enough to prevent true rest, how many could slumber peacefully?
Still... she had to sleep somehow. Heo Seong-ah squeezed her eyes shut and took deep breaths.
Then, a sharp prick at the nape of her neck made her snap her eyes open.
"Eh..?"
The Manager stood before her, syringe in hand.
"Livestock Number B62, this isn't a suggestion—it's an order. For tomorrow's punishment and your health, you must sleep right now."
"Yes, sorry..."
"Since it might take too long otherwise, I've injected a sleep aid. Just close your eyes comfortably."
"Yes? Yes... Manager..."
The drug took effect instantly. A buzzing filled her ears, her vision blurred. She tried clinging to consciousness, but reason slipped away on its own.
Snap—
Unable to hold out more than a few minutes, Heo Seong-ah plunged into deep slumber. Confirming she was out, the Manager quietly left the basement.
"You called for me."
"Ah, yes."
The top floor of the Shared Property Facility's main building. Heo Seong-ah's assigned Manager had come at the Director's emergency summons. For the highest-ranking Director to call a mere Manager separately meant something major had gone wrong.
"Sit."
"Yes."
They sat facing each other across the reception room table. The wrinkled, kindly smiling Director in his fifties spoke.
"It's past quitting time, right? Sorry to call you so late."
"No, it's fine."
How important was quitting time to a civil servant... He wanted to snap that the Director knew and called anyway.
"May I ask what this is about?"
"Hmm, well..."
Frustrated by the Director's hesitation, the Manager spoke first. Stroking his goatee in thought, the Director decided there was no need for secrecy and smiled as he answered.
"You know Heo Seong-ah, right?"
"Heo Seong-ah? Ah, yes. I know her. She's one of the livestock under my charge."
B62's name was indeed Heo Seong-ah.
"Yes, yes. That's why I called you."
"I see..."
"Then you know her crime too? You're her handler."
"Of course... I know."
As her handler, he knew every detail about Heo Seong-ah. And he vaguely suspected she hadn't actually committed a crime. Her reactions, attitude, eyes brimming with injustice, and the absurd charge of insolence crime.
"No need to keep it secret, but don't tell the other staff, okay?"
"Understood. Go ahead."
"Truth is, my son really likes that Heo Seong-ah girl."
"Oh? I see."
"He confessed publicly at university, and she shot him down without even thinking. Ever since, he's traumatized—afraid of women now..."
"Yes."
"So I thought, grab the bitch who traumatized him, turn her into livestock, and give her to him as a gift... maybe that'll help him overcome it. That's why I brought her in."
"Ah, I see..."
The Director, who doted on his only son, had personally turned Heo Seong-ah into livestock for a surprise gift. For one month. Exceptionally, she'd complete a month's training and be sold to her owner (the Director's only son).
"Ahem..."
He stifled an involuntary sigh with a cough. Blatant abuse of power, but complaining would risk his own neck.
"But you said they go to the same university? My son heard from someone that Heo Seong-ah got turned into livestock and dragged off. Keeps coming to me asking about it. I can't lie, so I told him the truth."
"Yes, I understand."
"Yeah. I planned to give her as a gift in a month, but he won't wait—throwing a fit, demanding her now."
"Yes."
"So, here's the thing..."
This was the main point. The Director gave an awkward smile and politely requested of the Manager.