Branded as Public Toilet No. 1
The term Public Toilet Livestock referred to a measure introduced to address various social issues in Japanese society, such as maintaining stability and boosting efficiency. But it was more than that. Far from just a job, it was a word that spelled doom for the livestock. Ordinary livestock rarely ever felt a human touch—in fact, it was safe to say they never did. Public Toilet Livestock were different. Exposed to more people than anyone else, they faced an unimaginably harsh future.
Livestock had no human rights; they lived as literal tools. The desires of the people facing them were not something to take lightly. Considering that most Public Toilet Livestock met their end through disposal due to wear and tear, it was truly tragic. And now, Saeko was heading there.
"Get in there quick!"
Saeko's body was dragged by the leash into an iron container. The dark space and cold metal sent chills through her. Trembling with anxiety, she knew full well what awaited her: the unbelievable reality of becoming a public toilet.
Clank, rattle, clank, rattle.
The metallic sounds grated on her ears as the locks engaged, and the container began to move with her inside. It was an utterly nauseating situation. Saeko had no idea where she was or where she was going. Trapped in fear and tremors, she could only be shuttled along. Losing her free will was profoundly heartbreaking.
Moments later, the container jolted and shook violently. Naturally, Saeko inside shuddered uncontrollably.
······What's happening?
The severe shaking left her frantic. Soon after, with massive clanging noises like before, the locks on the iron container began to release.
Clank. Hiss.
The moment the door swung open, a horrific sight unfolded before Saeko's eyes. Countless women, trapped naked in iron containers just like her, gaped at her in shock. She could only stare with her mouth agape.
"What the hell is this······."
It was as shocking as the grading room she'd seen earlier; her jaw wouldn't close. Moreover, most seemed like Saeko—women who still didn't see themselves as livestock.
"Where the hell is this place!!"
"Do you know where we are? Kyaaah! Why is everyone like this?"
"N-no way, is this, o-outside······?"
The outside they'd desperately craved felt wrong somehow. Icy wind bit straight through. And the surroundings grew noisy—not from the women in the containers, but from outside. That meant this was indeed outdoors.
At that moment, the situation that despaired livestock the most unfolded. Hiss, boom crash.
The outer panels of the iron containers crumpled inward with a sucking noise as the air escaped. Now, the iron exteriors were gone, leaving only bars exposing them completely. And with that, countless eyes began glaring at the livestock.
"What is that? Are those people?"
"Oh my, how can they be out like that? All these women stripped bare?"
"They're in such a pitiful state—what on earth happened?"
Pitying glances trickled in one by one. Until someone spotted the livestock sticker on the bars and shouted.
"What? It's a livestock cage."
"Livestock, huh?"
At the word "livestock," the sympathy vanished instantly.
"What is it this time?"
Instead, resentment toward livestock surfaced. It was a clear indicator of the lowly status livestock held here.
Amid those varied gazes, the women—now livestock—shed tears mixed with sorrow, terror, and shame. Public Toilet Livestock shared one common trait: dignity. Most had been caught in political conspiracies or similar scandals, effectively sentenced to death. Thus, those ending up here had often earned the enmity of powerful figures. In other words, strip away the "livestock" label, and these were women of high standing—or close to it.
Even nearly naked and caged, their beauty shone through. Glossy hair spoke of meticulous care, and their bodies—from stunning faces to perfectly maintained figures—betrayed no hint of lowly origins. They screamed elite backgrounds. But whatever their past, they were livestock now. And their duties were about to begin.
"Ahh."
A loudspeaker blared in her ears, sending electric tingles through her body. As her ears rang, the guards who'd managed the livestock began dragging them out one by one.
"Get out! Kyaaah!"
Being hauled out naked sparked their fiercest resistance yet. But that was the limit. The electric shock collars around their necks crushed any defiance.
In the end, the livestock were pulled out one after another, and Saeko was no exception. Exposing her most intimate parts under a barrage of stares felt worlds apart from inside the prison. Every step dragged by the leash amplified her misery with piercing gazes.
She stopped before a room.
"Get in."
"······Where is this?"
Questions weren't allowed. The collar activated instantly, delivering a stinging shock.
"Aaaah!"
Pain from the electricity made dry spit dribble from her mouth. Inside the pitch-black room, Saeko grimaced at the oppressive atmosphere.
"Is this the public toilet?"
Imagining the horrors ahead, her lips trembled. Then, a guard reentered, holding a branding iron radiating fierce heat.
"This is your mark for duty as Public Toilet Livestock. Present your body obediently."
As the searing iron approached, Saeko twisted away. But she couldn't overcome the guard's iron grip.
Moments later, the red-hot iron pressed into her ass.
Sizzle!
Her body convulsed amid blistering heat. The agony of burning flesh tore a shrill scream from her.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Soon, a charred black mark remained on her skin.
"The mark took well. From now on, you're Public Toilet No. 1."
The words barely registered. The barcode-like mark just ached in her chest. But there was no time to dwell. The guard fitted restraints on Saeko and the other livestock. The bonds cinched tight, accentuating their bodies—especially swelling their already plump breasts into prominent orbs.
Clunk.
The door opened, light flooding in.
"What······."
Her unease was brief; a familiar face made her cry out.
"Y-Yamaguchi?"
The titan of Japanese politics—the very wall Saeko had to surpass—stood before her.
"What a pitiful sight. To think this is the final chapter for the woman who spun heroic tales."
"······If you're here to humiliate me, just get lost!"
"Now now, you can't be so sharp with a customer."
"Customer?"
"Yes. I'm the first citizen to use Public Toilet No. 1."
"Sh-shut up! I won't let that ever hap—······."
But Saeko couldn't resist. Not even when Yamaguchi gripped her swollen breast hard.
"Do I just scan this?"
Beep.
The barcode on her ass scanned, and an unbelievable mechanical voice followed.
Public Toilet No. 1 usage approved.
Usage time: 60 minutes.
She was no different from a toilet now, assigned to that role.
"······."
"Well then, shall we give it a try?"