Livestock Secretaries' Exchange Gathering
The Livestock Secretary exchange meeting. It was a time when the livestock secretary system was quietly spreading among the chaebols. Most of the chaebols welcomed this system with open arms. There was no heavy responsibility afterward, and even if they lost, they could just toss some of the money they clutched in their fists. For them, it was nothing short of delightful.
After the system passed, regular exchange meetings were held where they introduced their livestock secretaries. There were two types of exchange meetings. The first was the general assembly, attended by nearly all the major chaebols. The second was the optional one, for those who wished to participate. The general assembly had a strong vibe of showing off livestock secretaries who were hard to turn into ones—like celebrities—or those with special talents. The optional meetings were more casual: gathering to inspect each other's livestock secretaries, sharing what training they'd undergone and what skills they'd been taught.
Most often, at the optional meetings, they'd see something they liked in someone else's livestock secretary and order their own to do the same. Of course, even "optional" among chaebols meant quite the lavish affair.
Today was the day when President Yamato and President Kamijo's livestock secretaries were participating.
"Heh heh, it's been a while, President Yamato."
"Speak for yourself—it's been ages."
The two presidents exchanged greetings and shook hands.
"Speaking of which, you've brought a slave I haven't seen before."
"The feeling's mutual, isn't it?"
"Looks like you're here to show off a new slave too, then."
"She wasn't easy to acquire, so she cost me quite a bit."
"Now you've got me curious. Looking forward to it."
Each president led his livestock secretary to their seats. Soon, the show would begin in the central hall, with the livestock secretaries taking the stage.
Shiori, standing beside Kamijo, spoke with an anxious expression.
"...President, what is this place?"
"A gathering of people like me. Don't do anything to draw attention. These folks could wipe out your entire family with a single cough."
"...Yes, sir."
She was doing this for her family, after all. No intention of standing out.
Before long, dazzling lights flooded the stage area, and Kamijo strode forward. Shiori followed behind him. After a short walk, Kamijo donned a mask that completely covered his eyes and said to her,
"Remember the results of your training?"
"...Yes."
The memory brought a fresh wave of shame.
"Good. Just do it on stage like we practiced."
"On stage...??"
"Show everyone here what an outstanding secretary you are."
"...Understood."
At the sound of her name being called, Shiori slowly made her way toward the stage.
Once Shiori had vanished from view, Kamijo scanned the crowd for Johnson. Johnson was approaching, arm-in-arm with some man near Kamijo.
"President."
"Good, you brought the side piece along nicely."
The man beside Johnson was Shiori's husband, Fuji.
"Your wife will put on quite the entertaining show today. Enjoy the view."
"...What the hell are you planning?"
"What else? Getting her money's worth. Don't even think about causing a scene. Piss off the wrong person here, and your family won't set foot in Japan ever again. See that?"
Kamijo pointed to an elderly man wearing an expensive watch.
"That's the chairman of the foundation running the hospital where your son's admitted. Throw a tantrum, and your boy gets kicked out."
"..."
All Fuji could do was grit his teeth. It was all he could do.
Moments later, Shiori and an unfamiliar woman ascended the stage. Fuji averted his eyes. Both women were dressed in outrageously lewd outfits.
'Sh-Shiori, standing up there in that...'
Tears welled up.
Soon, it was time for introductions. The host kicked things off.
"Alright, a big thank you to all our esteemed guests for joining us today. You're here for a fun show, right?"
"Damn right!!"
"Let's start by introducing our players! Each one, give us an energetic rundown!"
At the host's cue, the woman beside Shiori stepped forward first. She approached the front, then promptly dropped her panties.
"Show us! Show us!"
Amid the frenzied shouts, she grabbed her ankles, bent at the waist, and presented her pussy and ass without looking back. A sticker covered the slit above her pussy.
"...My name is Yukari, and I'm Master Yamato's anal secretary. My pussy is still virgin territory, so Master focused his training on my ass..."
"Virgin?"
"That's why the sticker, huh?"
"Gonna pop it today?"
At the audience's cries, Yamato, seated among them, waved it off.
"If Yukari wants it, it'd be my duty as her master to oblige. But let's hear the rest of her introduction first."
"Right you are. Haha!"
The host pointed back at Yukari, who flushed crimson as she spread her cheeks.
"M-My erogenous zone is m-my... ass."
At that instant, Yamato stood and cracked his whip across Yukari's ass.
"Did I teach you to call it your ass?"
"N-No, sir."
"Introduce yourself again."
Yukari glanced around nervously, then clenched her teeth and spoke.
"M-My erogenous zone is my... shit-hole pussy. What I love most is when you torment my shit-hole pussy with beads..."
"Shit-hole pussy—perfect term for it."
"Yeah, look at that gape. That's her pussy right there."
Yukari's face burned at the mocking jeers. The host, grinning at the sight, pointed to Shiori beside her.
"Your turn next, right?"
Shiori stepped forward. Fuji's eyes narrowed sharply.
"...I'm Shiori. Master Kamijo trained me diligently."
"My erogenous zone is my womb. I l-love it when a massive cock stabs deep into my womb."
It was impossible to believe those words had come from Shiori's mouth.
"That's it?"
"Eh, nothing special. Doesn't that mean Yamato takes the win?"
Fuji's fists clenched at the murmurs nearby. All that filled his mind was the need to endure somehow.
Then President Kamijo raised his hand.
"My secretary has a feature no one's ever shown before."
The bold declaration ignited the crowd's excitement. If he was claiming it so confidently, just how special could it be?
"Shiori, introduce your family."
"...I have a young son..."
"A son?"
"Single mom, huh?"
"I-I have a husband too. He's at the hospital watching our child right now."
"Husband? Oh, no way..."
Only then did the crowd catch on to Kamijo's secretary's situation.
"Impressive woman."
"Kamijo, you snagged a rare married slave!"
"Heh heh, cost me a fortune. Women who sell their bodies for their kids aren't easy to find."
"Haha, can't wait for the details."
The exchange meeting kicked off by examining the livestock secretaries' key training points. Ultra-high-precision cameras were positioned in front of the stage where the secretaries stood. These top-tier devices could capture even the tiniest pores, and now they'd zoom in on the two women's trained features.
"Eyes on the screens, everyone."
The cameras lit up, and massive screens displayed the secretaries' images.
"Zoom in, please."
"You got it."
The cameras targeted each secretary's main attraction. For Shiori, it was a pussy that might even seem loose. The hole gaped noticeably, and with her pubes neatly groomed, it looked all the more slack. Still, the color remained a clean pink.
"Shiori, spread your pussy."
At Kamijo's command, Shiori fully parted her folds. The screen showed slick juices glistening as they dripped down.
"What would you like done to it?"
"...I'd love a mega-cock pounding it..."
"How big?"
"Over 30cm..."
The mention of 30cm shifted the audience's expressions.
"That huge?"
"Won't it wreck her?"
"No worries. Shiori swallows that size with ease on the regular."
Those unsure of "huge" earlier now buzzed with anticipation at the concrete number. In that moment, fluid squirted from Shiori's pussy. The sudden climax drew smiles from the crowd.
"Did she just cum from thinking about cock?"
"True-blue pervert slut."
"A mom who's that depraved? Kamijo, you found a gem."
"Heh heh. Fruits of effort."
As Kamijo basked in the praise—talk of "effort" and all—Fuji ground his teeth. And as he watched Shiori, his eyes trembled. The wife he'd loved seemed to be vanishing before his eyes.