Siyazaki, the Idol Dragged to the Livestock Factory
Japan had changed. Ever since the Livestock Law passed one day, the concept of human livestock had emerged. Most citizens seemed opposed at first, but when Kenchi's family—the powerful politician—volunteered themselves as examples, the resistance began to fade. From then on, human livestock became an inescapable part of Japanese society. Fewer and fewer people outright rejected the system, and some even stepped forward voluntarily to become livestock.
Prime Minister Ryosuke relished the situation. The nationwide livestock ratio was climbing steadily, fueling industrial growth. At this rate, he could amend the laws to secure his dream of staying in office indefinitely.
"Prime Minister."
Tojima entered. They were comrades now, bound together on the same ship.
"You've arrived."
"Yes, sir. Starting today, the livestock processing factory is fully operational."
"Excellent. Good work."
"It's all thanks to Yujin and Mitsuki working so hard on the promotions."
"Wasn't it you who made them do it?"
"On a day like this, why just talk? Let me show you something better."
Tojima flashed a sleazy grin and ushered in some women.
"The hottest act in Japan's music scene right now. The three-member girl group Yuki."
"Heh, you've brought some fine young faces."
Ryosuke licked his lips as he eyed the idols. Naturally, they couldn't welcome his gaze.
The moment Tojima and Ryosuke lunged for their breasts, the woman who seemed to be the leader cried out.
"Stop it! We were told we'd just perform. We never heard about this!"
Ryosuke slapped her cheek hard.
Crack!
"It doesn't matter what you heard or didn't hear."
"We'll report you to the police!"
Venom filled her eyes as she glared at Ryosuke.
"Tojima, you didn't send me this bitch just to screw me over. What's your angle?"
"Don't you think celebrities should be on the livestock registry too, Prime Minister?"
Only then did Ryosuke grin. The idols had no choice but to tremble in terror.
"W-what are you talking about?"
One idol nearly bolted for the door, but Tojima's secretary blocked it.
"I see what you're getting at. You want to make Livestock No. 3, right?"
The idols' eyes quivered at Ryosuke's laugh. Perhaps this was inevitable from the moment Ryosuke and Tojima pushed the Livestock Law through. With the memory of hands choking their throats as the last thing they knew, the three women blacked out. No thoughts came to them.
Darkness. Voices of people murmuring. The clank of unidentified metal tools. Sounds reached her, but she couldn't see.
"...Ugh... where am I...?"
"What? She's waking up mid-processing! Give her more sedative."
Her vision was still black, but her hearing was sharp. And this chill she'd felt for a while—what was it? Like wind brushing bare skin...
Then came a sinister sensation.
"...Wh-who's there!"
With her sight still gone, some unknown hand started groping her breast. She'd spoken, but no sound came out. She thought she'd said it, but her ears heard nothing. Her throat felt blocked. Yet the kneading on her breast continued.
Was it a dream? But the texture felt too real. The voices too clear. Not over clothes—bare skin, bare breast, squeezed rather than fondled.
Her nerves spiked, and a scream escaped naturally. The ominous voices persisted.
"Hey, No. 3 is coming to."
"Yeah? So what? Makes it more fun."
What the hell? Those sinister voices.
"Whoa, they weren't kidding about top idols. Her body's on another level."
"Totally. Siyazaki from TV, reduced to this."
Siyazaki—that was her name.
"Look at those tits. How do they even form like that?"
"Yeah, big and perfectly shaped."
In that instant, at least five or six hands touched her nearly naked body.
Am I really naked? In this state?
She tried to move her hands, but they were bound tight.
"Time to inject the livestock machine."
Livestock machine? Nothing made sense.
Suddenly, someone slapped her ass.
Smack!
She tried to twist away, but the restraints held firm. Now they grabbed both cheeks and spread them. A cold draft hit her ass, making her body twitch. Then a sharp prick. Something pierced her skin, and heat flared around it.
M-my body's burning...
Not the body exactly—the skin burned hot. It grew hotter, sweat pouring out.
"Aphrodisiac effect is solid. Look at her sweating already."
"Toshira's tech is the best, huh?"
Toshira—the company of Tojima, the man who'd lured her here to the Prime Minister...
A memory surfaced. The last words before blacking out: Let's make Livestock No. 3.
It all came back. She'd been knocked out by the Prime Minister and brought here. This was the livestock processing factory. She was midway through becoming livestock—and had woken prematurely for some reason.
She thrashed, begging them to stop, to spare her.
"What the—? Why's this bitch freaking out?!"
"The machine's kicking in. Happens at first, from what I heard."
The factory workers brushed it off like nothing. Siyazaki trembled at the horrors ahead, tears streaming.
Her scorching body finally cooled, and the moment arrived.
"Miss Siyazaki, we're stamping your livestock registration barcode now. It'll hurt a bit—bear with it!"
What? Livestock barcode? The mark given to livestock stripped of human rights under the Livestock Law.
Did this mean she was truly becoming livestock? Heat approached her lower abdomen.
"Ughhh!!"
Sizzle!
"Grrraaahhh!"
The hot stamp searing her lower belly brought pain so vivid it numbed her senses. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, and her uncontrolled bladder unleashed a torrent. Her body convulsed in agony.
But she still couldn't understand.
What did I do wrong?
A stark barcode now marked Siyazaki's lower abdomen, symbolizing her as livestock. In Japan under the Livestock Law, it carried immense weight—proof of state-certified human livestock. If livestock caused harm, the state bore responsibility. Branded ones served the nation for life, human rights erased. What started as basic rights violations had become a law creating subhuman livestock. A de facto death sentence for her humanity.
The burning on her lower belly made Siyazaki realize she'd truly fallen to livestock. Was that why tears kept flowing uncontrollably?
Her vocal cords must have been treated—no words came out. And the groping hands never stopped.
"Hic!"
Someone fondled her ass again, spreading and appraising it.
"Not much tan, and a pretty little asshole? Rare find."
"That's why she's an idol. Pretty faces mean good bodies, pretty pussies and asses."
Siyazaki sobbed silently at the insults. No proper words, but her voiceless wail was clear. Yet the mockery continued. Her vision cleared—the blindfold gone. Arms and legs bound, her naked body fully exposed. Shame brought more tears.
The workers shoved their faces close.
"Even crying, she's so fuckable."
"'Cause she's buck naked."
"True, but it's more that she's sniveling like a slut in this state—compared to the idol on stage, it hits harder."
"Yeah. Still pretty even bawling."
Siyazaki wept bitterly, but they didn't care.
"Hey, bitch, quit crying."
"Hic... snff..."
As she kept sobbing, one worker grabbed the barcode stamp again, holding it before her eyes. The heat made her flinch instinctively.
"Shut it, or I'll stamp your ass next instead of your belly."
Terror froze her. The sobs stopped instantly.
Then came shocking news.
"Listen up, Miss Siyazaki. You're officially human livestock now. Train hard from here on out, okay?"