Sow, Day One
"...Do you have anything else to say, Unnie? All you did was pretend to comfort me while you filled your own needs. How can a person even be like this?"
"N-no... nngh. That's not true, Heejin... haah..."
"Even now? You're still going to say it isn't?"
Slap! Smack! Smack!
"Ah! Haah! Nngh."
With one hand locked around my chin so I couldn't turn my head, she brought the other down hard across my chest, striking from above. My breasts were already heavy enough to be a burden on their own; with the full weight of punishment crashing down on top of them, the pain was easily twice as bad. And yet, from inside that interminable, grinding agony, pleasure bloomed without the slightest hesitation. The more she hit me, the wetter my pussy became — as if a flood had broken loose.
"...Anything else you'd like to say?"
She tipped her chin up at me, insolent, as if daring me to invent an excuse. Then she looked down at me with a face gone cold. I would have rather died than say what came next, but with the air between us careening toward catastrophe, I had no choice but to force out a truth I never wanted to admit.
"I-I'm just a pervert, that's all... hngh... a p-pervert who gets off on being hit... I didn't mean to... nngh."
"So Unnie's a masochist sow, is that it?"
"...Y-yeah..."
I didn't really know what a masochist sow was, but it seemed to mean someone who felt pleasure from pain, the way I did. A small corner of my heart even eased at the thought that I wasn't the only person like this. At the same time, another corner filled with dread — what if this made her despise me, when the type she wanted was a demure, virtuous wife? And the moment her mouth opened, that dread became real.
"...So what am I supposed to do about that? I don't want to be in a relationship with a masochist sow."
"W-wha...?"
"Heh. So you've really become a sow now, have you? You heard me correctly. I don't need a sow for a girlfriend. The girlfriend I need is a mature, devoted wife who has eyes only for me. A masochist freak like Unnie doesn't qualify."
A thick, nauseating dizziness rolled through me. The world went black, and when my sight came back, I found myself clutching her ankle without permission — helplessly, without a scrap of a plan — and begging.
"D-don't joke like that... th-that's not funny... okay?"
"I'm not joking."
"Y-you said you'd love me! Y-you said you'd love me until we died!"
"I still love you, Unnie. I'm not going to throw you away, either. It's just that from now on, I won't think of you as my lover. Starting today, Unnie is a sow. My toy. My sex slave."
When she finished speaking, she pinched my nipple hard. A sharp, delicious jolt of pleasure ran through me. I didn't really understand what she was saying, but I'd caught the part about her loving me, so the rest of it didn't matter at all.
Thank god. She still loves me.
"S-so anyway, y-you still love me, right...? Yeah? Heejin, answer me..."
"Yeah. I love you, Unnie. So starting today, live as a sow, not a human being."
"I-I'll do it! I-I'll be a sow! S-so don't throw me away... please..."
I nodded at once. Right now, the only things that mattered to me were her attention and her love.
"Heheh... good girl. That's my sow. Want to try oinking for me? Oink oink~"
"Oink oink!"
"Aha — ahahahahaha! Kyaaahahaha!"
"Auuu..."
The situation was so desperate that I didn't even feel shame while I oinked. But when she clutched her stomach and threw her head back, roaring with laughter at the sight of me imitating a pig, heat flooded my face. She looked happier than she had in a long time. She couldn't stop giggling for a while.
"Heh... heheh..."
Maybe that was why, even through the embarrassment, I felt good inside. If her mood had lifted, that meant my sins were being washed away. I followed her lead and laughed like an idiot too.
This time, from some tipping point I couldn't name, her eyes grew thickly glazed with a madness I didn't recognize. The hand on my chin tightened by degrees until my jaw went numb. Pain lanced through it as if the bone might split.
"...I've wanted to do this since the day we first met. That face of yours — looking like a sow while you play at being human. Do you have any idea how much that turned me on? Haaah... Unnie... this is just the beginning. You and I are just getting started."
Receiving her attention was a reward beyond anything else in the world, but I was still human, and the way she looked right now was genuinely frightening. She looked, quite literally, like someone who had gone insane. Madness and rapture stained her face with a dank, clammy sheen — the expression of a person who had just realized that the thoughts no one else had believed were actually the truth, and that everyone else had been wrong.
She wore the look of someone who couldn't decide what to do first, turning something over intently behind her eyes. Then her pupils lit up, as if she'd found it, and she looked at me.
Under that sharp gaze, I felt like a frog frozen before a snake.
She slid the hand on my chin a little higher and pinched my cheeks until my mouth opened into a goldfish gape. Then she closed her own mouth and started working her tongue inside, gathering saliva.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
After collecting it for a long time, she spat a heavy amount of spit into my open mouth. It wasn't the saliva you share naturally during a kiss — it was one-sided, and a flicker of revulsion did run through me. But I didn't resist. I swallowed it down, gulp after gulp. Maybe because it belonged to someone I loved, it didn't taste good, but it didn't feel unpleasant either.
"I-I swallowed it all..."
I looked up at her, hoping for praise. Did I do well? Instead of praise, she slapped my face. There wasn't a shred of mercy in that hand. I was hit so hard that not only my head but my whole body spun, and I folded and collapsed onto the bed.
Being struck was unfair enough. Not knowing why I'd been struck was worse.
"Why... why...?"
I asked her through trembling lips, and she opened her mouth as if I were too pathetic for words.
"I haven't even told you to swallow yet, and you just go and do whatever you want? Is even 'sow' too good a title for Unnie? Then what — you want to be shit? Piss? Should Unnie just graduate from being a sow and become shit instead?"
"N-no! I-I'll be a sow... I-I'm a sow... Seohyun is Heejin's sow... heheh..."
I'd thought I had already hit rock bottom. It turned out there was a basement under the floor — and the basement was a gas chamber.
I didn't even like being called a sow. And below that was shit, piss, filth...
Absolutely not. No matter how much we loved each other, I drew the line at being called shit or piss.
Honestly, I thought getting slapped this time had been a stretch — but I didn't have the courage to say so. Let me put it plainly: now that things had come this far, I had no chance of winning, and my bottom line was sow.
I had no intention of going any lower than that. And I wouldn't.
"From now on, when I give you food, you keep it in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. Understand?"
"...Okay."
"Then let's practice again."
She worked her mouth once more, gathering saliva, then spat it into my open mouth.
"Bleeeh..."
Her sticky spit stretched without breaking, pulling in a long strand like melted cheese, and filled my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.
"Don't close your mouth. Keep showing it to me. Don't you dare let it spill. Chin up — look at the ceiling."
I couldn't speak, so I nodded — and accidentally let a little saliva slip. She gathered more and spat it in again, packing my mouth full. Because of that stupid mistake, it was truly overflowing. Even the slightest shift of my body would have sent it dribbling out.
She knew that too, so after telling me to tip my head toward the ceiling, she said nothing more.
I had to keep my eyes locked on the ceiling to keep from spilling, which meant I couldn't even see how she was looking at me. Not being able to see her made me anxious, but there was no way for me to look.
"Guhh... nngh..."
After a little time passed, my neck started to hurt. Because of my uselessly heavy breasts, the pain only grew worse with every passing moment.
"Is it really that hard, Unnie? Look at the veins standing out on your neck... poor thing. Are you going crazy wanting to swallow?"
I was going crazy. I really felt like I was going to lose my mind.
If she felt sorry for me, I wished she would just give me permission to swallow — but despite the pity in her words, her actions were nothing short of vicious. My neck already hurt so badly I thought I might die, and then she started tugging my nipples downward, putting even more strain on it. Every time she pulled on the tips of my breasts, the pain in my throat was truly horrific.
Was living as a sow going to mean enduring this kind of thing every single day?
"Nngh..."
Following the pull of her fingers, I slyly lowered my head a little to give my neck some relief. The pain that had felt like my throat was about to snap eased a fraction — but a few drops of the saliva filling my mouth slipped down the corners of my lips.
"Swallow, Unnie."
The instant her command fell, my body reacted. Gulp, gulp — I swallowed it down with a greed that bordered on gluttony, then looked at her.
She was still wearing that icy expression.
"Who told you to break position? Get back where you were."
I'd expected to be punished for spilling a moment ago, but the thought of having to lift my head again made the road ahead feel truly hopeless.
Today of all days, I desperately missed the bra that used to cradle my breasts so softly.