The More Miserable, the More Perfect
The more miserable livestock became, the more perfect it was.
“Hic… hngh… haaahp…”
Lee Ah-young wept as she rubbed her face desperately into the food, forcing herself to eat. Crude, vulgar sounds accompanied every motion. Munch, munch… slurp… smack… It truly resembled the noise of livestock chewing fodder. The wet, sloppy, unrefined sounds that uneducated humans might make at a table. Those utterly base eating noises were coming from Lee Ah-young—the very symbol of a “perfect woman.” They belonged to a woman who had once possessed celebrity-grade beauty, chaebol-level wealth, and an impeccable elite upbringing.
The man watched the back of Ah-young as she ate under duress. Her exquisite lower body was raised toward him in offering. Her buttocks were, quite literally, perfect. A wide, generously flared pelvis. The plush fat and toned muscle of hips shaped like a model’s. Skin so flawless that not a single stretch mark or blemish marred its surface. The pure white tone of her flesh, and nestled between those cheeks, the clean pink of her pussy and anus. Yet on those flawless buttocks were two tattoos that clashed violently with their beauty—crude, degrading marks.
“Haa…”
The man exhaled slowly and pulled his chair forward. Without a word, he drew closer to Ah-young’s raised ass. The chair legs scraped loudly across the ground—skrrrt—and Ah-young’s entire body froze.
“Hek?”
She realized the man who had been observing her from afar was now inches from her most private area. Terror flooded her. Her most precious parts were now completely defenseless, laid bare before the devil’s eyes. If he simply reached out, he could touch anywhere he pleased. Her precious… everything…
For a moment, Ah-young couldn’t breathe.
“Huuu… huuu…”
She barely managed to force air out. The buttocks she held raised toward the man began to tremble violently. She could feel his breath on the skin between her cheeks—especially against her pussy. His face was mere centimeters from her ass. That villain. That demon. He was staring at her most intimate places from point-blank range.
“Huuuuuuuugh! Hiiiiik! Kkgh!”
The vulgar eating sounds stopped. In their place rose grotesque moans thick with suffering. Ah-young’s body shook with fear. Her heartbeat thundered wildly. And then… her pussy and anus began to twitch and spasm. Her asshole in particular opened and closed repeatedly in frantic, lively contractions.
Watching the display, the man let out a soft chuckle. His expression was one of genuine, overwhelming happiness.
“What’s the matter, Ah-young? Have you finished your meal already?”
“Ah… huuuugh, n-no… n-no, I… kgh! kkup! I-I still…”
Her face was buried in the fried rice, making even basic pronunciation nearly impossible. Forming a single coherent word was an agonizing effort.
“Why is your anus twitching like that? Are you trying to amuse me on purpose? It keeps opening and closing. What exactly are you doing?”
“Kkuuup… kkup! N-no… th-that’s not… huu… huuuugh… kkup!”
The spasming anus suddenly clenched tight, all movement vanishing. It seemed Ah-young had heard his words and deliberately tightened her sphincter. The act of consciously squeezing her own asshole became the spark. Shame, humiliation, and the despair that followed detonated inside her all at once.
She had been called out for her asshole twitching. What woman in the world… what woman would ever be scolded for something so absurd? What woman would even be showing her asshole outdoors like this in the first place? And now, to avoid further scolding, she was clenching it with all her might. Just what kind of woman had she become?
Her shame and embarrassment finally shattered their limits. The moment she fully registered that every single twitch of her asshole was being watched by the man, the gauge measuring her humiliation would have exploded. An overwhelming wave of degradation and shame surged through her.
At last, the final boundary of modesty she had clung to as a woman, as a human being, burst apart.
Ah-young’s face burned a vivid, searing red. It wasn’t merely a blush—her entire face, from cheeks to ears, glowed scarlet. Tears poured from her eyes like a rushing stream. The fried rice her face was buried in had already turned into a soggy mush mixed with her tears.
“Until you finish every bite, mealtime will not end. Eat nicely, Ah-young.”
“Huu… huuuugh… y-yes… yeees… huuuuuu…”
Shame, fear, humiliation, and every other degrading emotion fused together. With her back turned and unable to see anything, the demonic man was staring at her most embarrassing places. She had no idea what he might do next. Every shameful part of her, every tiny, detailed movement, was completely exposed to the devil’s gaze. An invisible terror wrapped around her entire body.
She could no longer eat properly. Not that she had been eating properly before, either.
“Hiiiiiiik!”
Suddenly she felt a hand on her ass. Ah-young let out a piercing scream. The man’s palm stroked her buttocks. The touch coming from a place she couldn’t see was utterly terrifying—especially knowing it belonged to the man she feared and loathed most. How humiliating. To be spreading her legs like this, offering everything between them. It was too horrible to endure.
With an expressionless face, the man caressed the tattoos on her ass. It was only a gentle stroke, yet the cuffed hands pinned behind Ah-young’s back shook violently. The handcuffs clattered against each other—clink, clank, clink.
“Ah-young, your body truly is perfect.”
“Hiiii… hiiik… huuugh…”
The devil’s hand was still on her ass. The grotesque moans born of terror did not stop. More than half the rice remained in the frying pan her face was buried in, yet Ah-young did nothing but press her face into it, refusing to eat. She simply sobbed, pouring fresh tears into the food.
The man’s hand moved lower, now stroking the pubic hair growing across her entire crotch. In a low, calm baritone, he spoke.
“The ‘lush pubic bush’ brand I engraved on your ass is truly vulgar, isn’t it? I once told you that your pubic hair was a flaw.”
Though he was only stroking her pubic hair, the way it grew from her asshole to her pussy meant his touch was effectively caressing her entire vulva. The horrifying sensation of her pussy being touched from a place she couldn’t see overwhelmed her.
“Hiiik, hiiiiik, hiiiiiiik! Huuuup!”
She felt his fingers on the delicate, soft flesh of her outer labia. The sobs mixed with her moans no longer sounded human. Every noise she made was that of true livestock—crude, miserable, and pathetic. Extreme shame and terror had, for the first time, turned Lee Ah-young into a perfect “human livestock.”
“In truth, even your pubic hair is beautiful, Ah-young. You are simply too beautiful.”
“Hngh, huuung… kkiiiing… huuuurk!”
It might have sounded like praise, but to Ah-young it was anything but. The complex storm of negative emotions tore at her mind. Her mouth remained buried in the frying pan, unmoving, yet the grotesque moans continued to leak out.
“Uuuung, uuup! Kkuuuugh! Kkuuuuuik!”
This time the man gripped both sides of her pussy and spread her wide open. Schlick! The soft, tender, pale pink inner walls of her completely exposed pussy filled his vision.
“Kkup! Kkup! Kkup! Huuuugh! Kkup! Hiiiiing! Kkup!”
With her pussy spread, her moans grew even more vulgar.
“Eat. Ah-young. I can’t hear you eating at all.”
“Kk… kkuuup! Y-yees…”
Her whole body trembled. She bit into the tear-soaked mush that had once been fried rice, but she couldn’t chew. She simply couldn’t swallow anything.
“Even the inside of your pussy, Ah-young. Every tiny, intricate detail is perfect.”
Still holding her spread open, the man brought his face so close that his breath ghosted directly across her exposed inner folds.
“Ahuht! Kkuuuuuup!”
Sniff, sniff.Lick.
He buried his nose in her pussy, inhaling deeply, then ran his tongue over every inch to taste her.
“Haa… even this part smells wonderful. The texture against my tongue is excellent too. It seems this place has always been clean since the day you were born.”
Kang Ju-hyeok pulled his face away from between her legs. Though his words sounded like compliments, every single action and syllable pushed Ah-young’s mind further from reality, sending it drifting into a distant, hazy void.
Next, his finger found her clitoris. One hand kept her pussy spread while the other rubbed her clit. There was no gentleness in his touch—he stroked the sensitive nub with rough, powerful strokes. Her delicate clitoris was pinched, rolled, and crushed repeatedly.
“Kkuuuuuup! Th-that, th-that! P-please… it’s t-too, too s-scary! It h-hurts! It hurts!”
At the same time, he began circling and stretching the entrance of her vagina.
“Aaaaaaaagh! Kk… kkr… it hurts, it hurts so much! It huuuuurts!”
Though she felt his fingers at her entrance, the pain in her clitoris dominated everything. Ah-young screamed in agony.
“I almost let that livestock doctor you met for the first time taste this hole before I could.”
“Huuuik!”
Ah-young let out a sharp cry as the man’s finger pushed inside her pussy. The tight, squeezing sensation. He felt her vaginal walls clamp down around his finger. At the same time, he stroked and scraped along her inner walls, exploring every ridge and fold with deliberate care.
“Kkuuup, kkuuuuuugh! Uuuuuup!”
The flushed face buried in the frying pan twisted grotesquely. She moaned in torment. The tear-soaked rice she had bitten earlier came spilling back out of her mouth.
“Kek! Kek! Kek!”
Using her core strength, she suddenly lifted her face into the air. For a brief moment her face left the pan. Then, with clear pronunciation for the first time, she screamed at him.
“Please! Please! S-stop it! I’m begging you! Please!”
But the moment the clear words left her, strength fled her waist and her face slammed back down. Ting! Her head struck the side of the frying pan, sending it flipping over. Clang! The remaining fried rice scattered across the ground and Ah-young’s face hit the dirt.
For a moment her mind went white. Pain bloomed in her skull and all thought vanished. Her tears, already overflowing, spilled helplessly onto the ground. With her face pressed to the earth and her cheek against the dirt, Ah-young opened her eyes to see nothing but soil and grass stretching out before her. She was utterly pathetic. Utterly hopeless.
And even in the midst of that despair, even after her scream, her most precious jewel was still being violated by the man’s hand. She had eaten off the ground like a dog, been stripped naked, and shown this man every shameful part of herself. The humiliation she had suffered at the hands of those three people earlier resurfaced. And now the devil Kang Ju-hyeok was roughly fingering and molesting her sex.
Her most hated, most feared human was freely toying with her most precious place, which now lay completely exposed and spread open. Ah-young’s mind could not endure all of this while remaining sane. She had never been a woman with a particularly strong will.
Twenty-four-year-old Lee Ah-young. She had always cherished her body more than anyone. She had been more sexually conservative than any of her peers.
“F-fuuuuck!”
Ah-young screamed like a beast. And then she began to sob uncontrollably. Her mind collapsed. The last threads of sanity snapped. Extreme fear, shame, the humiliation of having her most precious sex toyed with, and the accompanying pain had finally broken her.
“Kkgh, kkuuuup! Hwaaaaaaaaang! Hwaaaaaang! Huuuuuurgh!”
Her wails of sorrow echoed throughout the entire space.
Strangely, however, Kang Ju-hyeok was not maintaining his usual composure. He showed no reaction to the curse she had hurled at him. Normally he would have punished livestock severely for such defiance. Instead, all his attention remained fixed on her pussy and the fingers working inside it.
He continued stirring his finger within her vagina—schlick, schlick—while simultaneously rubbing her clit.
“Hwaaaaaang!”
Even as she wailed with a broken mind, her pussy was relentlessly stirred. A strange sensation began to creep into the mind of a woman who had lost all reason and run purely on instinct. Yet what Ah-young felt was nothing more than raw tactile sensation against her erogenous zones. It was not pleasure. The sex the man was violating produced only a small amount of arousal fluid. She barely grew wet at all.
Kang Ju-hyeok wore an expression of considerable excitement as he spoke.
“Haa… perfect. Ah-young, you don’t feel any pleasure at all. This proves you are not the kind of person who becomes aroused in such situations.”
He withdrew the index finger that had been stirring violently inside her. He rubbed his fingers together, checking for moisture. A slight dampness clung to them, but it was clearly not the slick fluid of arousal. The sight of her dry pussy made sexual excitement radiate from the man’s face.
“This pussy of yours that refuses to get wet. This is what makes you most perfect. Livestock that gets wet on its own is no fun. Haa…”
Nothing reached Ah-young’s ears. Her whole body shook so violently it looked like convulsions.
“Uwaaaaaang! Kkgh, kkuwaaaaang!”
The man rose from his position in front of her ass. He dragged the chair back to its original position with a loud scrape.
“Haa…”
Kang Ju-hyeok exhaled as he gazed at her. Even now, Ah-young kept her ass raised high. Even though her mind had completely shattered, her hips remained fixed in place, still offered toward the sky. Her pubic hair, the two tattoos, her asshole, and her pussy were all still shamelessly displayed upward.
Her entire body convulsed with tremors. Saliva and tears poured endlessly from the face she had pressed to the ground. She wailed at the top of her lungs, using her whole face to cry.
“Kkuwaaaaaang! Hwaaaaaaaaaang! Huuuuuuruuuung!”
Even though her mind was gone, Ah-young was still clenching her asshole tightly—the same hole the man had pointed out for twitching.
“Uhahahahaha!”
Kang Ju-hyeok laughed heartily at the sight of her desperately tightened sphincter. He realized just how terrifying an existence he was to her. At first he had simply intended to make her eat and teach her “table manners.” But now Ah-young had completely lost her mind. She looked horrifically, miserably pathetic. It would be difficult to find any woman—or person—who looked as pitiful as she did now.
Shame, abuse, torment, pain… every negative force had shattered the mind of the “perfect woman” before him.
“Ah-young…”
The man spoke her name while looking down at his own lower body. His cock was fully erect, straining painfully against his pants. It looked ready to rip through the fabric.
“You’re excited, Kang Ju-hyeok.”
He inhaled slowly.
“Huuup…”
He held his breath for a moment, then let it out again.
“Huuuu…”
Even after deep breathing, his erection refused to subside. He sat down in the chair and, for a long time, simply admired the miserable state of what had once been a perfect woman.
“Kkup, kkup, kkup, kkup, kkuuup.”
Ah-young made strange moaning sounds as her body went limp. Kang Ju-hyeok sat with his legs crossed, watching her like someone enjoying a movie.
He had no idea how much time had passed. He simply continued to savor Ah-young’s disgrace. Eventually, strength left her. The ass she had held so high finally lowered. The grotesque noises stopped. Her wailing ceased. Ah-young collapsed.
Thud.
She fell forward, sticking to the ground. Her massive breasts squashed against the dirt, flattening softly. Drool leaked steadily from her mouth.
“She fainted…”
Kang Ju-hyeok sighed. His massively erect cock showed no sign of subsiding even after time had passed. Nothing aroused him more than watching a woman become miserable. At this moment, Kang Ju-hyeok was more excited than he had ever been.
Gazing at the unconscious Ah-young, he smiled with pure happiness.
“Thank you, Ah-young. You are the best. To me, you are an utterly… perfect livestock.”
Though she had received the man’s words of gratitude, the miserably limp body of Lee Ah-young would surely not have wanted to hear them.