Livestock Secretary
"Understood. From now on, you're an employee of Yama."
"Congratulations on joining us. Just fill out this contract, and that'll be it."
The contract was filled with terms too shameful to utter aloud.
"All these provisions apply during your time as secretary. Even if you quit, you're forbidden from disclosing them."
As soon as Yukari finished signing, the man snatched up the contract and burst into laughter.
"Congratulations. Your debt is wiped clean now. But let's see that resolve of yours."
His tone had suddenly turned rigid.
"That's right—show us your resolve. You might change your mind later, so we'll seal it right here."
The man tapped the camera lightly as he spoke.
Yukari closed her eyes for a moment. She knew exactly what they meant by "resolve"—the usual degrading acts. But she couldn't bring herself to move.
One of the men lost his patience and grabbed her collar.
"Strip, you bitch!"
His sudden ferocity made Yukari's hands tremble with fear.
"The instant you signed that contract, you became company property. Obey like the livestock you are."
"Wait—just a moment, livestock?!"
"Didn't you sign it yourself?"
The man held up the contract—Yukari's own signature stared back at her.
"First things first, let's take some proof photos. Gotta put them on the company profile."
The man stepped closer to Yukari.
"No dragging this out—get started. We've got a lot to cover in these ten days of training camp."
Yukari realized there was no escape.
"The待遇 is guaranteed, right?"
"Of course. Now, strip for us while looking right at us."
Yukari slipped off the skirt she was wearing. The moment it slid down, the men's eyes gleamed as they devoured her body.
"Good. Now everything else."
After shedding her skirt and blouse, Yukari's heavy breasts came into view. She'd never been particularly proud of them growing up. But those lush mounds had played a huge role in landing her this secretary position. Whether Yukari realized that was another question.
"Take off the bra first—let's snap one."
Once the blue bra came off, her plump pink nipples were exposed. The men gulped audibly at the sight.
A beautiful woman undressing herself was an intensely erotic scene.
"Hold on—put the outer jacket back on."
In the end, Yukari stood there in just her panties, with the suit jacket draped over top.
"What luscious nipples."
"The kind you just wanna lick right now."
"Now the panties."
Yukari felt like she was putting on a strip show. Having to bare herself completely before men she'd just met was mortifying, of course. But she had no choice. For her future.
Slowly, Yukari began lowering her panties. As the fabric caught on her full hips and slid down, the men's gazes locked on intently. Just that scrap of cloth away from her most private area being put on full display.
"...Hurry it up!"
Finally, the panties slid down her legs. Still bent over, her crucial parts weren't visible yet. But once she straightened up, pulled the panties free from between her legs, and stood at attention, Yukari's precious place was revealed—at least, the bushy black hair covering it.
The thick growth completely shrouded her intimate folds, though glimpses of the sensitive flesh peeked through, as if shrinking from the men's stares.
"...I'm fully stripped now."
Yukari shuddered with fear and chills. The fear stemmed from her being a virgin. As a child, witnessing her parents' toxic relationship had instinctively turned her off men and romance. That aversion had kept her pure even at 26.
The chills came from the raw shame of exposing herself for the first time, her body quaking uncontrollably.
"Time to move."
"Where? Like this?"
"That's right. From now on, you'll go around the company like that. Better adapt quick."
"You never said anything like that!"
"Execs want you naked? You strip anytime. Might as well stay bare here. Regular staff won't see you anyway, so relax."
"Now, off to the physical exam room."
Physical Exam Room.
The dimly lit space brimmed with all sorts of measuring tools. It resembled the school nurse's office from her student days—except for the humiliating gynecological chair straight out of an OB-GYN clinic. And besides the three men from before, a few more had joined, which was deeply unsettling. But since she'd have to bare herself eventually, Yukari resigned herself to it.
"We'll start the physical now—take a seat on the chair."
Sitting naked on the humiliation chair meant spreading her legs wide.
A man approached with her file. It held Yukari's personal details, along with the nude photos they'd just taken—including the shameful close-ups. Below that was a blank list of items that made her eyes water just reading them.
Breast size.
Areola width.
Vagina length.
What kind of horrific list was this? Just seeing it made her breath catch.
But the men soon closed in with their instruments.
"Miss Yukari, I'm the doctor handling your exam. We'll begin the physical now. Once it's done, your training camp starts for real."
"...Got it."
"Cooperate with my requests during the exam. Otherwise, it'll drag on unnecessarily."
The doctor donned rubber gloves and forced the humiliation chair's stirrups apart.
Whirrrrr!
The chair spread wide, parting Yukari's legs. Completely exposed, her intimate folds came into sharp view—not to mention the hole beneath her cheeks.
"External appearance is clean—good."
No experience meant no stretching or discoloration.
Of course, his tone—like appraising merchandise—flooded her with shame.
The doctor picked up small scissors and began trimming the thick forest of Yukari's pubic hair.
"First, let's clean this up. It's getting in the way of the exam."
Snip snip.
The bushy mound thinned out, making her pink pussy even more vivid.
And during the trimming, the stimulation around her folds made them twitch.
As Yukari's pussy fluttered, the doctor chuckled.
"Looks like it's in heat. Twitching like it wants to be played with!"
But they couldn't toy with her pussy—not with the chairman's orders forbidding its use.
A formal inspection would have to suffice.
But first, other checks.
The doctor pulled out a small measuring tape.
"Breasts first. Impressive size."
He wrapped it around, yielding solid numbers.
"B89? That's substantial."
"And check the shape—perfectly pretty."
Yukari fought back moans with every grope and prod.
"Log it."
"Nipple-to-nipple: 22cm."
"Confirmed."
"Areola: 5cm. Pretty big."
"Not bad. Bigger areolas feel great to touch."
"Nipples: 2cm."
"Decent size. Someone's been playing with them a lot?"
Tears welled up at their casual, toy-like handling of her body.
"Now the bottom."
"Starting here."
The doctor spread her labia and measured her clit.
"Clit size: 8mm. Record it."
"Anus?"
"Roughly 2.5cm?"
"Look at this setup—total slut material."
"Sizes done. Now the inside."
Inside? What did that mean?
Then the doctor approached with a strange tool and slid it into Yukari's pussy.
It was a speculum.
"Hngh!"
Yukari let out a sharp cry at the cold intrusion.
The speculum spread her open, revealing her vivid crimson cervix first.
"Clean. No signs of disease."
"Run the tests to confirm."
"Yeah, it's there. Intact virgin hymen."
"Perfect. Log that."