A Rights-Stripped Sow, but a Chaebol Heiress with a Noble Heart
A Rights-Stripped Sow, but a Chaebol Heiress with a Noble Heart
It would be a lie to say I didn't want to snap at Aileen for going out of her way to pick such a long dildo.
Just as a sparrow can't pass by a mill, there was no way a sow could refuse sexual pleasure.
'No matter how filthy and pathetic it looks, if there's a dildo, you shove it in. If a cock is allowed, you grind your hips... because that's our destiny.'
I hated myself for giving in, but my body was honest.
Click, clack.
As if drawn by the scent of the female who had already leaked, Chloe approached.
Her walk, with her voluptuous breasts and firm hip line asserting an overwhelming presence, had a charisma that surpassed any model.
That would have been true, had it not been for the cunt juice dripping from her steps and drawing a straight line along the path.
It was a trail that even she considered more vulgar than that of any dirty wild animal.
...My cunt got hot again.
"Mmmmmm...♡"
My neck naturally arched backward.
As I slowly lowered my awkwardly raised hips, an ecstatic moan leaked from between my teeth.
Along with a wet, sticky sound and a heavy, pleasant foreign sensation.
Chloe accepted the dildo into her vagina.
Immediately after, while still impaled by the dildo, she lifted one leg and crossed it over the other thigh.
It was a sexy leg-crossing pose that career women often do.
The soaked crotch, the breath more lewd than a beast in heat, the golden bells hanging from both nipples signaling an anxious desire to breed, and the vulva going crazy to announce 'I'm excited' in a way that even whores or criminals wouldn't look at.
Crucially, the nakedness, which wasn't even allowed a single scrap of cloth to cover all these shameful parts, stripped away any sense of mystery.
However, Aileen, a fellow sow, seemed to think differently.
"Oh my god, does this eonni really let her pride rule her body...?"
"What's the problem now?"
"Listen. Honestly, even now, long after the dildo went in, the urge to just lose my mind and cum, and the urge to shake my hips like crazy are gripping my brain and won't let go, you know? But for you to just casually cross your legs the moment it's inserted... what kind of eccentric behavior is that?!"
'...Even now, my cunt is throbbing like it's going to cramp from being too in heat. Cold sweat is pouring out. Do you think this looks relaxed?'
Such absurd retorts swirled in my head.
It was certainly an impressive mental fortitude.
Unlike the sows who chose to be installed as State-owned Sex Toilets for life outside, or to become toilets as someone else's property.
At the point of rolling around in this Fleshlight Latrine, one could say she was a female with a clear identity who presumptuously wanted to live like a human.
Even so, to so firmly defy the temperament that all sows share.
Routinely expressing one's own will... was not something just anyone could do.
"Even so, it's the same thing that the moment a real cock enters, we both end up howling desperately and degrading into mere fleshlights, right?"
"Shut up...!"
I shot back a cold reprimand as soon as I heard Aileen's playful mockery, but everyone knew.
That there was absolutely no way to deny it in reality.
In the first place, if Chloe had truly disliked such teasing, Aileen wouldn't have brought it up.
The vulva in the uterine area under the table twinkled in a vivid pink, proving that fact.
"By the way, eonni, have you used this model?"
"Another new smartphone? Even if I'm here, you waste too much money..."
"It's a Sex Doll Phone, not a smartphone. Every time your finger touches the screen, you get a thrilling electric shock. If you use it for a long time, it emits electromagnetic waves that stir up a sow's pleasure nerves, and you can't even dare to access sites where the humans go, so what's 'smart' about it..."
Sitting leisurely in the cafe.
Drinking a drink that looked decent enough, from a cup that didn't even look decent.
While having a heartwarming conversation about a new phone model or a cute puppy seen a while ago.
"You're the one who needs to be careful; if you keep slipping up with your words, you'll end up being dragged away as a punitive State-owned Sex Toilet with your vulva forbidden from reaching climax later, you know?"
"Hey...! What are you going to do if someone hears that and it actually happens, why are you saying such things?!"
"Ahaha... Sorry! You're really scared, aren't you?"
A daily life where we tremble in terror whenever ominous words like vulva, climax prohibition, or punitive State-owned Sex Toilet pop up.
Even though we can laugh when happy, talk joyfully, get angry when mad, or cry when sad.
In the end, they were beings in this world no different from mere fleshlights.
"When was the last time you were used by a male? For reference, I was this morning at dawn."
"Was it 5 days ago..."
"Crazy, are you planning to let cobwebs grow in your cunt...?"
"I'm already reaching my limit, you know? The cycle where I can't stand not masturbating has shrunk to almost an hour. Honestly... I feel like I'm going to go crazy soon. Maybe that'll be today."
"If you really can't handle it, shouldn't you beg your old family members until your hands and feet become feet to get into a private or corporate sex toilet?!"
"Do you think they'd take me in?"
"...Fair point."
An object that's just there to have a cock inserted and shaken to ejaculate whenever necessary.
'An object that, according to the will of some human whose name and face I don't know, could have its limbs cut off and be packaged tomorrow, or be discarded as a lump of meat without any issue.'
While chatting happily, suddenly ruminating on that fact.
It was when I wore a bitter and lewd smile.
<Ah, ah... You can hear me, right? You females with brains between your legs!>
"!!"
Through the speaker attached to the top of the wall, a shrill male voice was heard.
The attention of the sows, who were all enjoying a break in the cafe in their naked state, turned to that voice in the blink of an eye.
That person is a male, we are sows.
That was behavior engraved in instinct, before the law.
Although Chloe didn't show tension on the outside, her body was just craving a male to use her hole.
Her lower abdomen melted and sank, and she couldn't stop her own cunt from tightening even more firmly around the dildo she had inserted there.
"Hnnng♡"
The man was watching us.
A man who could horribly insult and abuse this lewd and vulgar body, and eventually ruin it forever.
A man who would thoroughly force the vain pride we had as females to its knees, and trample and ravage our personalities by parading our shameful parts before the whole world.
A man who would crush our personalities to pieces and ravage us!
<You there, the brown one!>
'It's not me.'
As soon as I heard the designation that avoided Chloe, who had black hair and pale skin.
The cunt, fallen into despair, squeezed out juice like tears.
Leaving aside the fact that it was only natural for Chloe's pathetic female cunt to react like this.
It was just a thought that occurred because even my meager reason, which wanted to pretend to be noble like in my human days, was in such a state of sexual frustration that I had to admit to myself that I was in heat to a level worse than a dog, and desired a cock-nim.
'If it were normal times, I would have thought it was fortunate.'
In fact, the commands of a man who always voyeuristically watches them and then conveys them through a speaker.
Were not exactly welcome even to a pack of bitches whose very reason for existence was to crave that seed.
There was no cock on the other side of the speaker right now.
And an absolute command that didn't even necessarily have to be limited to sex was, frankly speaking, a responsibility without pleasure.
Among them, there were even those who blatantly blabbered for money.
Of course, there was no way to remit money externally unless one crawled to the other person's residence in the nude, where one could spray juice just from a gaze or the wind.
A sow could try to make excuses, saying there was no money stored in her collar, but.
It was also the man's freedom to not believe whatever was said and inflict all sorts of chilling corporal punishment.
'Well... because we are beings for whom it is natural to receive even groundless abuse with gratitude.'
If the man wanted, he could order her as a sex toilet.
It took days depending on the distance.
Not to mention that one couldn't get any sexual relief while in a packaged parcel state.
Besides that, in the many complex processes scattered about, payment and paperwork had to be borne entirely by the user, so it was very rare for a designation here to lead to actual ownership.
'In this world, beautiful and lewd sows are several times more common than men of an age with active sexual desires. And if someone is a person who would look around a Fleshlight Latrine, they would already have several private sex toilets, so it's only natural.'
For that reason, the sows around her, including Chloe, who were not designated, acted as naturally as they had just before.
They didn't know what kind of sparks would fly if they stood out unnecessarily.
By a voice that suddenly descended from the sky, someone who had been laughing and chatting in the same space until just before would suffer embarrassment that a normal human would rather wish for death.
Or happenings where someone would howl in insult and teasing, revealing the bottom of a creature through their vulgar cunt hole for all to see.
In this Fleshlight Latrine, it was a very common daily occurrence.
"So, eonni... that bitch I met last time, saying she'd take all the ejaculation, bit my breasts with her mouth-cunt that was full of heat. I couldn't just sit still, so I tried to knee her in the crotch. But, you know, that male...!"
'Even so, the good atmosphere is all ruined.'
Although she was chatting as before in her own mind.
Hearing Aileen's voice, whose left eyebrow twitched unnaturally several times where the designated sow was sitting.
Chloe complained inwardly.
Of course, it wasn't any different for the other pig-bitches.
Whether it was lust taken instinctively or movements that were highly intentional.
Perhaps thinking no one would really know, they quietly wiggled their fleshy buttocks.
Using the dildos contained in their respective bellies.
To use the humiliation that the poor fellow standing alone in the same place would soon suffer as a side dish to feed their own dirty sexual desires.
They were already starting to preheat their cunts, which were already covered in juice.
"Anyway, you should have seen that motherless bitch crying and begging while wearing a chastity belt..."
"You should cut down on the bad-mouthing. Even so, what's with 'motherless'?"
'Good...♡ It feels good to be subtly teased inside my belly♡'
A lewd inner heart that was worlds apart from what was being spoken with the mouth.
It was just that she hid it much more sophisticatedly than the other females.
Since it wasn't any different for Chloe, who at least discussed dignified speech with her mouth.
<Hey, just give a rough self-introduction.>
"Sow number er73831! Tera Hazel! My most sensitive erogenous zones are my throat-cunt and G-spot. I've lost count of the number of times I've had semen ejaculated inside me after the triple digits. Even now, while my cunt is throbbing like a slut, I dare to greet you, sir!"
<er Latrine 5-digit? You think the angle is the same? Public toilets are old and decent, but the body is... the number is not completely... Wow... I thought this was from a proper house, but it's an old hag?>
"...I'm sorry for smelling like a chicken coop! If you install me as a State-owned Sex Toilet, I am confident that I can tighten better than anyone, anytime!"
With everyone's attention focused, and her voluptuous nipples openly erect.
The sow shouting self-deprecation and sex appeal without blinking an eye didn't seem to have a very smooth day ahead.