Livestock Secretaries' Exchange Gala (4)
As they watched Shiori's extreme dildo show, the audience couldn't close their gaping mouths. Could President Yamato really top something that outrageous? All eyes locked onto the stage.
It was no small pressure to outdo a performance that had already left the crowd more than satisfied. In truth, Yamato was gritting his teeth.
...Damn it, where the hell did she dig up something like that?
Yamato shot Yukari a venomous glare. Her face was pale, expression sour—she knew she was outmatched. Yamato had prided himself on training her thoroughly, but now doubt crept in. What Yukari was about to unveil was none other than an anal tug-of-war.
Anal beads stuffed deep into her asshole—specifically, her shit-smeared pussy-hole—and clenched so tight that no amount of pulling could yank them free. It might seem more vulgar and ridiculous than erotic at first glance, but in a place like this, the cruder and more primal, the better. These gathered elites preferred women dominated by raw lust over elegant seductresses—watching them writhe for pleasure was the ultimate thrill, the kind where they'd do anything.
"...Yukari."
Yamato called her name in a voice thick with fury.
"Y-yes...!"
Yukari hurried forward, her vulgar udders swaying obscenely—a sight in itself—but what truly drew the eye was her slightly gaping anus. The small hole, peeking open like it was on display, betrayed just how rigorously it had been trained.
"Get up there and show them what you've trained for. You must win."
"...Can I really win?"
Yukari looked utterly anxious. She had no confidence in surpassing Shiori's display. Sure, she could probably take an extreme dildo insertion if pushed, but she didn't want to. One wrong move, and her asshole might truly break. No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't bear the idea of it stretching so loose she'd lose control of her bowels.
"It's not 'can I win'—you will win."
At Yamato's firm declaration, Yukari's face hardened. She couldn't see a path to victory, but Yamato spoke with the certainty of a hidden ace up his sleeve. Yukari could only wonder what it was.
Moments later, as she climbed onto the stage for the anal tug-of-war, the secret revealed itself.
"...Th-this isn't what we agreed!"
Yukari flinched at the sight of the woman stepping up to grip her line. There was a reason for her shock. The figure on stage now was someone who could see her most private shame clearer than anyone. Depending on who it was, the humiliation would hit differently. Right now, Yukari knelt with her ass cheeks spread wide. Soon, a string of anal beads would snake into her hole. And this woman would surely be the one inserting—and pulling—them.
The problem? It was a face Yukari knew all too well.
"...Yukaho?"
A face she could never forget, her last remaining family: her younger sister, Yukaho.
The instant she saw Yukaho's face, Yukari panicked and shrieked.
"Wh-what are you doing here! Don't—don't look!"
Yukari scrambled to cover her near-naked body in a crouch, but Yukaho had already seen it all.
"I was shocked when you said you'd landed a job at a big corporation."
"...".
"Then some of your 'coworkers' showed up at my door. Asked if I knew what kind of work you were really doing."
Yukari fell silent, her hateful glare fixed on Yamato.
"...I figured you'd pulled some shady shit to get there. But damn, sis—you really outdid yourself."
"...It was all for you."
"For me? Don't make me laugh. I've never had a filthy whore like you for a sister."
Yukaho's eyes burned with contempt as she snatched the line from nearby and approached.
"Spread that dirty ass."
"Hic...!"
Yukari whimpered pleas for her sister to stop, but it was futile. Yukaho mercilessly shoved the anal beads into her asshole, then yanked them out with force.
"Nngoohohooook!"
The beads scraped her inner walls raw, sending shockwaves through her body.
"Holding up better than I thought. Figured a bitch in heat like you would squirt right away."
Desperate to endure her sister's torment, Yukari fought back—but her trained anus betrayed her, drowning in ecstasy. The beaded string, heavy with them, had long since been mostly pulled free; only the tail end clung stubbornly as she strained to hold on.
"Ughk... ughoo...!"
She clenched desperately, body heaving. The audience's eyes glued to her, her face flushed in agonized ecstasy.
"Making a face like that? Incredible."
"This might even rival President Kamijo's show."
"The play itself is basic, but that setup? Delicious. Tormenting your own sister like that."
Finally, the line slipped free, and Yukari squirted her bitch-juices in euphoric defeat.
"...Filthy slut. Don't you dare pretend to be my sister again. You're disgusting."
Yukari lay there, twitching amid her puddle, staring up at Yukaho. That's when Yamato rose and approached her.
"So, what do you think now that you've seen your sister's true colors?"
"She stopped being my sister the moment I saw this. Was this your plan all along?"
"Something like that."
The crowd cheered the sight of sister abusing sister.
"If that's the goal, mission accomplished."
As Yukaho turned to leave the stage, Yamato seized her wrist with brutal force.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"What the hell? Isn't that bitch done already? Or do you have more to show?"
"We've got an even better show lined up."
"Now I'm curious. Something to make her fall even lower?"
At that moment, hulking brutes closed in, grabbing Yukaho's arms and legs, forcing them apart.
"Wh-what the—! What are you doing!"
Yukaho screamed as her body was manhandled against her will.
"Kyaaaah! Don't touch me there!"
"You wondered what was left? A real treat: a show starring both sisters."
"What kind of bullshit is that!"
Ignoring her struggles, Yamato groped Yukari's tits through her clothes.
"Sisters, huh? Same size rack. Hope the assholes are just as tight and chewy."
"Get your hands off me! I'll call the cops!"
"Call the cops? Such scary words."
Yamato chuckled, pointing to the audience.
"Kyoto Chief of Police?"
"Present."
"Any reports filed today?"
"I'd have to check, but nothing, right?"
Events like this exchange gala were impossible without police complicity. These elites poured money into law enforcement, and the Livestock Law itself was a government-backed gem. The state always sided with conglomerates over women like these. A little hush money, and mouths sealed shut effortlessly.
Yamato kneaded Yukaho's breasts as he bellowed to the crowd.
"Isn't it a shame to end on just the last show?"
"Hell yeah!"
"We need something more intense."
"How about a sisterly showdown for round two?"
"Perfection!"
"Can't top that!"
The audience erupted in frenzy. They'd seen livestock secretaries compete plenty, but actual blood sisters? Rare and depraved—the cruder, the better here.
"...These old perverts have lost their minds? How can you make me do that with my sister!"
"Sister? Didn't you say you have no sister anymore?"
"...".
Then it hit her—her own words from earlier. By her logic, no sister existed.
"N-no... Sis, save me! Please, help me out!!"
Yukaho begged, eyes on Yukari—but she lay collapsed, her crotch soaked through.
"Don't you all wonder if the sisters' cunts match too?"
"Obviously!"
"Strip 'em both and compare!"
"Wise words."
"Set it up."
At Yamato's signal, the brutes dragged Yukaho onstage by the arms, wrenching them behind her back to pin her helpless. They splashed a bucket of water over the sprawled Yukari, then hauled her beside her sister.