Livestock Furniture Door-to-Door Salesman (1)
After the passage of the Livestock Law, countless human livestock and human furniture pieces were produced. Human furniture served a wide range of purposes. Some simply replaced conventional furniture, while others were used to indulge in more depraved desires. Naturally, since they were made from what were once "humans," they commanded far higher prices than regular furniture, even if their performance was inferior.
For example, even the most expensive ordinary table could be bought for under 100,000 yen, but a human table started at a base price of 10 million yen. As such, they were seen as the exclusive domain of the ultra-wealthy—at least for now.
The government received funding from these conglomerates to operate the livestock factories. This included rewards for valuable research outcomes, but it was also made possible by the state's door-to-door sales program. The salesmen's job was straightforward: load completed human furniture onto trucks and visit the mansions of the elite to sell it, exactly as the name implied.
The catch was that the tycoons tended to look down on ordinary salesmen. That's why the door-to-door roles were assigned mainly to those experienced in dealing with people. Dokuga was the perfect fit for the job. He'd already successfully sold furniture to five conglomerate families. Even he, however, felt a deep unease about today's destination.
In this line of work, you heard all sorts of rumors. Like which tycoon preferred certain livestock, or favored specific styles. But for today's client, Kamijo Chairman, there were no set preferences. He had a particular obsession with the rare, the unique—things no one else had or would dare try. Most details were kept secret, but those in the industry heard whispers.
"Rumor has it he recently destroyed an entire family."
His temper was said to be foul too. If he found even the slightest flaw in a sale, it could end your career. Shaking off his anxiety, Dokuga headed to Kamijo Chairman's mansion.
As he drove the truck through the gates, it was clear from the entrance that this was no ordinary place. The main gate was an iron door like any tycoon's, but in front of it stood a naked woman, her limbs bound and restrained. Beneath her was a massive dildo nearly as long as her legs, impaled deep inside. And below that dangled a pulley connected to some mechanical device.
"Insane. Does he show this to every visitor?"
The guard asked his purpose, and upon hearing "door-to-door salesman," promptly opened the gate.
Grind...
"Urghhh!"
As the gate opened, the pulley on the ground slowly wound up. It lifted the dildo upward, thrusting the massive shaft deep into the "gate" perched atop it. The woman writhed, her fixed body spread wide against the invading sensation, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were already wild, far from sane.
"Kamijo Chairman really is a madman. Does he do this every time a guest arrives?"
Obviously, the woman at the gate was livestock. But what had she done to deserve such treatment?
"Eeeeek!!!"
Even after the truck passed, her agonized screams echoed. Dokuga gritted his teeth at the sight. So far, only the Livestock Law had been enacted; there were no penalties yet for post-processing treatment or livestock conditions. That's how such atrocities were possible.
He parked in the courtyard, and the guard approached.
"Bring your catalog inside."
This was standard for heavily guarded estates. Dokuga grabbed his booklet and entered. The garden was lavish, but the interior was on another level—intimidating, overwhelming. He'd visited many tycoons, but none had decorated their entire mansion like this.
"What should I sell him?"
This guy was even more perverted than expected. Nothing in his current stock seemed likely to satisfy him.
That's when the door to the reception room opened, and an elderly man entered—the master of the house, Kamijo Chairman.
"Pleased to meet you. You're quite the famous salesman, I hear."
"Just lucky, sir."
"Luck has no place in sales—it's all your skill."
"Thank you for the kind words."
"So, what have you brought to sell me today?"
Kamijo urged him on impatiently. Dokuga thought to himself.
"Can't just pitch anything. Better to say I'll inspect his current livestock and recommend accordingly."
Figuring out what he lacked came first.
"...Could I see what livestock you already own, Chairman?"
"You want a tour first?"
"Yes. That way, I can make a proper recommendation."
"Fair enough—experts know best. Follow me."
Dokuga trailed Kamijo down the hallway. The mansion was absurdly vast; it took a while to walk. A sudden question popped into his mind.
"Kamijo Chairman."
"Hm? What is it?"
"Where's that livestock you acquired recently? The one that wrecked a family and turned the wife into cattle?"
The story had spread through business circles. Some said he'd scored a rare prize; others, that he'd crossed a line. Opinions were split, making him curious what kind of livestock he'd made her into.
"Ah, Shiori?"
Her name was Shiori—news to Dokuga.
"Yes, I believe so."
"You saw her on the way in, didn't you?"
"Pardon?"
Dokuga blanked for a moment. Then realization dawned.
"The woman at the gate?"
"Sharp eyes. That's Shiori."
Dokuga was speechless. Even after the ordeal to acquire her, he'd turned her into that so quickly? He couldn't tell if he should fear Kamijo's temperament or his wealth. One thing was clear: he couldn't let this man find any weakness.
"I see."
"What did you think?"
"Pardon?"
"Of the gate's decoration. She was an entry I showed at a gathering—didn't win, sadly."
"So that's why he made her that way—because she didn't place."
Dokuga got the gist.
"What kind of livestock was she?"
"Mm, she loved black cocks. Especially Johnson's."
Dokuga knew Johnson—Kamijo's close aide, a doctor also known as a massive dick trainer.
"His handiwork, then."
No wonder the dildo looked off when he saw it. She was in pain, sure, but laced with pleasure. That tracked with Johnson's style.
"In all my travels, yours is the only estate with livestock like that. You're truly one of a kind, sir."
"Hoho, you know how to flatter a man."
"It's all thanks to your greatness."
"Can't hold back now. Time to bring out my favorite."
"Pardon?"
"Furniture later. I've got some exquisite wine to share."
Dokuga swallowed hard at "wine." He was a heavy drinker, and even premium vintages were out of his league. What could qualify as "exquisite" for a man like Kamijo? Curiosity piqued.
"I'd be honored."
"This way."
Kamijo led him straight to the kitchen. Tycoon standards indeed—the kitchen dwarfed Dokuga's living room. Maids bustled about.
"Fetch the new wine."
"How shall we transport it, sir?"
"The one I bought recently. Have it carried over."
"Understood."
Transport? New cart or something?
Dokuga was lost in thoughts of fine wine when reality shattered.
"Nnghoook..."
A moan from the kitchen, followed by the distinct patter of liquid dripping. Dokuga turned, and from the back crawled something on all fours.
"...Chairman, is that...?"
"Ah, yes. One of my recent human furniture purchases—a wine table."
Dokuga stared at the furniture crawling slowly on all fours. A thick dildo protruded from its rear. And atop its back sat the "exquisite" wine Kamijo had mentioned.