Chapter 61: The Second Punishment
"That woman, Heo Seong-ah... Can you ship her out this Sunday?"
"Pardon? This Sunday... that would be in four days, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, four days from now. My son said he'd wait patiently until then."
"Director, even so..."
It was possible, but a livestock that hadn't completed proper training could cause unpredictable outbursts once outside. There was the option of forced brainwashing to shatter her mind... but from the situation, the Director's son needed a target for revenge, not a broken sex slave.
"What? Can't do it?"
"No, we can manage it... but with the shortened timeline, I'm concerned about what kind of training to prioritize."
"Don't worry. Just keep her a virgin."
Heo Seong-ah was fated to live as the Director's son's plaything for two years, or perhaps her entire life. If possible, the parents desperately wished for her to remain an innocent virgin with no sexual experience, becoming his first.
"Yes, but livestock discipline is still important. If your son has any specific requests, could you let me know?"
"Hm, I'll call and ask him today."
"Understood."
"So that's settled? I'll assume shipment in four days."
"Yes, Director."
"Haha, thank you, thank you."
The Director rose from his seat, patting the Manager's shoulder in gratitude. The Manager smiled awkwardly, standing to bow.
"Then, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Sure. My son will be thrilled thanks to you. I'll make sure your name's on the year-end promotion list."
"Thank you, sir."
Bowing once more, the Manager opened the door and exited the Director's office.
"Haa..."
There was a saying that power creates position. A model employee who'd once excelled as a Shared Property Facility Manager, only to corrupt the moment he ascended to Director... Recalling his respected senior's past, he swallowed a bitter smile and lifted his head.
Gazing at the sky hidden by the ceiling...
"Huu..."
Just this once... He'd decided to grant the Director's request, the first and last time.
Requests:
1. Keep her a virgin. I'm gonna be her first.
2. Turn her into a whore who screams in ecstasy no matter where you touch her. To the point daily life is impossible.
3. Make her terrified of me. So she can never resist.
4. Don't break her mind—keep her sane. So she can reflect on her mistakes forever.
5. Develop every part except her pussy completely. Again, to the point daily life is impossible.
The Manager smirked, marveling at the Director's son's depraved tastes.
Just for rejecting a public confession... The Director's son seemed like a filthy, vicious bastard.
A full day had passed.
As usual in the Special Livestock Service Facility's basement, the livestock were being rolled call.
They crawled out of their rooms, assuming the waiting position in the narrow corridor. Legs spread wide horizontally, hands clasped behind their heads—a humiliating pose. Not content with squatting on tiptoes, they balanced precariously right after waking, minds still foggy from sleep.
The Manager slowly checked each livestock's condition, starting from B1.
"B60, B61... Next, B62... Huh?"
Moving one spot over while reading his paperwork, the Manager tilted his head at the empty corridor. Peeking into the room, he saw Heo Seong-ah curled up asleep.
"Jeez... First livestock I've seen oversleeping roll call."
"Ah, Senior. B62 is currently under punishment for a major rules violation. She's been sedated and is resting, so I'll wake her after roll call and bring her over."
"Got it?"
Heo Seong-ah's handler pulled out his terminal, showing details of her crime from last night. The roll call Manager nodded in understanding and moved to the next.
> Roll call complete!
> Proceed to morning meal.
With the whistle signaling the end, the livestock were dragged off in various restraints by handlers.
All except one. Heo Seong-ah slept soundly, snoring and wriggling obliviously.
"Huu..."
Her handler leaned against the corridor wall, pulling out his phone. He killed time with a 30-minute game session.
Normally, he'd wake her and drag her to the training room now, but the Director's request nagged at him, stirring pity for Heo Seong-ah. This was the extent of mercy a powerless underling could offer—unknown to her.
An hour later, he stood, brushing dirt from his clothes. He pulled his terminal from his coat pocket and hit the electric shock button.
"Hgyaaaaaah!!"
Heo Seong-ah flailed like a fish out of water, jolting awake.
"Huu..."
Knowing her truth pained him... but duty as Manager came first. No room for personal feelings.
"B62."
"..."
"B62!!"
"Y-yes!"
His shout recalled yesterday's agony; she knelt instantly, conditioned.
Her reflexive obedience showed she was livestock to the bone—no extra training needed.
"What did I say we'd do today? Remember?"
"Th-that... the punishment from yesterday..."
"Correct. So what the hell are you doing right now?"
"Huh? Ugh..!"
The Manager hooked his arm under her armpit, dragging her into the corridor. Sprawled limply, she glanced around the empty hall, sensing something wrong.
"See? While B62 snored away, the others finished roll call and went to morning duties."
"Yes... I'm sorry..."
"Not only sleeping in, but skipping roll call? You know this warrants punishment too, right?"
"Sob... I'm sorry... Truly sorry..."
Tears welled as she bowed her naked head to the floor. No excuses—this was her fault.
"Sorry? Seems B62's made 'sorry' a habit."
"N-no, it's not... wh-sob..."
"B62, watch your words from now on. Say 'sorry' and I'll deem it self-admission of guilt—punishment immediate. Got it?"
"Sob... Yes..."
She trembled violently. The added behavioral restraint terrified her.
Staring at her prostrating nude form, the Manager felt a chilling thrill down his spine.
"Haha..."
Ah, right... He recalled why he'd applied for Shared Property Facility Manager long ago.
That fierce ambition had landed him the job with top scores. No position to judge the Director's son.
"B62, breakfast in the training room. Understood?"
"Yes, Manager..."
"Then move out now. Prepare for restraint."
Blindfold over eyes, ball gag in mouth, limbs folded in pet quadruped restraints. As always, he yanked her leash taut with a smile, leading her.
The Manager arrived at a training room in the Special Livestock Service Facility.
A cramped 3-pyeong square room stocked with tools—this one was the Pussy Training Room.
Every tool here was for torturing and training the pussy.
"This is the Pussy Training Room."
"Yes, Manager..."
He explained to Heo Seong-ah, who curiously scanned the room.
"For reference, next door's the Anal Training Room, then Oral Pussy Training Room, opposite is Urethra Training Room."
"Yes..."
"Know why I'm telling you? They're all rooms you'll enter, B62."
He stroked her shoulder lightly. Goosebumps erupted on her startled body.
"No need to fear that much. Today's punishment ends here."
"Yes..?"
"All day, every minute of it... Reflect on your sins in the Pussy Training Room."
"Yes, Manager..."
"No, slip of the tongue. Sorry. B62's done nothing wrong, right? We'll punish her pussy all day—you just relax."
"Hic..."
The Manager grinned unpleasantly, still toying with words.