The Man's Proposal
Lee Ah-young kept her eyes tightly shut, overwhelmed by a crushing wave of shame. Standing before this man in her current state—barely clothed, if it could even be called clothing—was already unbearable. And the way she was treated, exactly like livestock, with a collar fastened around her neck… Was there any situation more hopeless and humiliating for a woman?
She slowly pushed herself up. The electric shock she had felt moments ago was a horror she never wanted to experience again. That alone had to be avoided at all costs. So she stood.
The humiliation was nothing compared to the pain of the electricity. The instant she rose, she instinctively brought both arms and hands up to cover her breasts and crotch.
“Miss Ah-young. Attention. Lower your arms and stop covering yourself.”
Her arms trembled violently. She had to obey. For now, she had to do exactly as she was told. The hand that had been shielding her chest dropped. The delicate, snow-white hand that had hidden her pubic hair moved away.
Jet-black pubic hair. Unlike her beautiful face, it was surprisingly thick. Beneath it, the plump, light-brown slit of her pussy came into full view. Her pure-white naked body was so breathtakingly sexy and flawless that it could rival any celebrity in the world. Yet the cheap, skin-tight crop top somehow made her look less elegant and more like a perverted fetish object.
The crop top squeezed her breasts so tightly they looked ready to burst. Her navel was completely exposed, and below that… nothing but total nudity. Her nipples protruded obscenely through the center of the top, the darker color of her areolas faintly visible through the thin fabric.
Both of Lee Ah-young’s hands were clenched into tight fists as she held the attention posture. The way they shook revealed the storm raging inside her.
Click!
A sudden sharp sound rang out, and bright lights flooded the spot where she stood. The illumination against the darkening sky made her snow-white naked body glow even more vividly. The perfect, curvaceous nude form of a beautiful woman. A slender waist without an ounce of fat, wide and sensual hips flowing into a plump ass, large breasts, long well-shaped legs, and skin so pale it seemed to shine. And crowning it all, a face of such exquisite beauty.
Yet despite that flawless exterior, Lee Ah-young’s expression was one of utter despair—as if she had lost everything in the world.
“Excellent! Very well done, Miss Ah-young! From now on, all you have to do is listen to me obediently. After all, you are livestock now.”
The man smiled brightly at her again. In contrast, Lee Ah-young squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to endure the overwhelming humiliation and self-loathing.
The man in front of her wasn’t particularly handsome. He didn’t seem to possess any special charm. If she had still been an ordinary woman, she wouldn’t have given him a second glance. Yet here she was—Lee Ah-young—standing completely naked before him, holding this humiliating attention posture exactly as he commanded.
It was unbearably shameful. Painful. Simply standing like this was torture. Becoming livestock, being framed as a criminal—those facts were horrifying enough, but the sheer humiliation of the situation itself was driving her to the brink of mental collapse. She was experiencing the greatest psychological torment of her entire life.
Still, the fear of another electric shock was far stronger. The moment he lifted even a single finger, that unbearable pain would return. That terror kept her frozen in place, enduring the shame.
“I… Is this… enough now…?”
“Turn around, Miss Ah-young.”
There wasn’t a shred of courage left in her trembling body to disobey him. She pivoted on her bare feet, turning slowly.
“Come closer. Then push your ass out toward me. I need to check something.”
“Hup…”
Her perfect rear tightened in dread.
“Answer properly. Use formal speech.”
“…Yes… I understand… sir…”
Lee Ah-young thrust her hips toward the man. She bent awkwardly at the waist, hands on her knees, ass pushed out as far as it would go. Another wave of crushing shame crashed over her. The horrible feeling refused to fade. Presenting her ass to a man while dressed like this was something that should never, ever have happened in the life of a woman like Lee Ah-young. Why did someone like her have to suffer such degrading treatment?
But then she felt his hand on her ass. The physical sensation made the nightmare undeniably real.
The man silently stroked her buttocks. He fondled the right cheek, squeezed it, then pulled it aside slightly as if inspecting the cleft between them. From his viewpoint, her clean, pretty pussy and anus would be completely exposed.
Lee Ah-young kept her eyes squeezed shut.
Next came the left cheek. He kneaded both buttocks thoroughly before his fingers traced the branded area. Then he pinched it.
A burning pain flared across her ass. The moment he pinched, the aftereffects of the hot iron that had seared her flesh surged back.
“Aaaagh!”
The pain made her instinctively pull her thrust-out ass away from his hand. But the memory of the electric shock flashed through her mind. She quickly pushed her hips back toward him.
“Good girl. Hmm… It still hurts here, doesn’t it? This is where your livestock brand has been permanently burned into you. Would you like to see it for yourself?”
“…Brand…”
Could it really be true? Had they actually branded her? The anxiety in her heart swelled violently.
“I’ll take a photo and show you, so hold still for a moment, Miss Ah-young.”
The man pulled a smartphone from his pocket. He aimed the camera lens directly at her ass.
Click! Click!
Two shutter sounds. He checked the screen, then held the phone out so she could see.
The moment Lee Ah-young saw the image, her expression crumpled into something rarely seen—pure horror.
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared at the screen. Her face looked like that of someone who had been dragged straight into hell. The despair was that absolute.
“What do you think? It matches the articles perfectly, doesn’t it?”
“Ah… ah… ah…”
Her mouth hung open, pupils shaking uncontrollably.
The photo on the man’s smartphone showed Lee Ah-young’s ass… and the mark burned into it. It was real. The Brand of Livestock she had seen in articles about the punishment of heinous criminals. The same brand she had studied during her university liberal arts classes. The tattoo fused with the burn scar. The intricate pattern of the livestock brand. Roughly a span wide and tall. Positioned perfectly from the center of her left buttock up toward the upper left. The vivid, multicolored tattoo that no amateur could ever replicate was etched with flawless precision.
Above it, the word “livestock” was written in a brutal, blood-red font. A painfully clear barcode. Her livestock registration number beside it. Below that, the small black text reading “Supreme Court of the Republic of Korea,” complete with an official seal. And at the very bottom, the final line: “Livestock Lee Ah-young.”
The burn scar from the branding iron matched every detail of the tattoo perfectly. No matter how she looked at it, it was genuine. It had truly been seared into her flesh. The complex pattern that no one could imitate was identical to the real thing.
“Aaaaaaaaah! No! It’s real! It’s actually real! Aaaaaaaaagh!”
Lee Ah-young collapsed to her knees in shock. She clutched her face, trying to hold back the flood of tears, and began to sob.
“Hwaaaaaang! Hic… huuuuuaaaaang!”
“This brand will never disappear unless you carve out the flesh of your own ass with a knife. It won’t fade with time either. It was tattooed using the government’s special dye. In other words, Miss Ah-young, you will never return to your old, ordinary life.”
“For… the rest of my life…? Hic… huuu… Why… why are you doing this to me?! What did I ever do wrong?! Why?! Why?!”
Ignoring her desperate screams, the man continued speaking calmly.
“You already know this, don’t you? Once the Brand of Livestock is applied, no further evidence is needed to prove the crime. The brand on your ass carries full legal force. It is perfect, irrefutable proof that you are a serial killer. You cannot even claim that you are innocent. Because the evidence is literally burned into your ass.”
They had casually, mercilessly pressed that brand—something with such overwhelming legal power—onto her body. And they hadn’t stopped at branding her. They had turned her into a real murderer.
Every single word the man spoke felt like a hammer blow to her nervous system. These were all facts she had learned in her liberal arts classes. Facts she already knew. That only made the shock infinitely worse.
“I suggest you accept reality and obey me quietly. Resisting or trying to run away won’t change anything. You are already a heinous criminal. You must live out the rest of your life as livestock, a being without human rights.”
“Kwaaaaaaaaaah!”
Lee Ah-young wailed. It was so unfair, so absurd. She screamed in pure agony.
“How?! How could something like this happen?! How can you casually pin such a false charge on someone who lived a decent, normal life?! What the hell is wrong with the police?! How can they call me a murderer?!”
“Would you like to know how we did it?”
The man smiled again. Every time that smile appeared, goosebumps erupted across her skin. That smile terrified her.
“I told you already. We are professionals. Framing innocent people is our specialty.”
“…What…?”
“Even before you were kidnapped, the plan to turn the woman named Lee Ah-young into a serial killer had been in motion for a very long time.”
“Haa… haa… Why…? There has to be… a reason… right…?”
“A reason? Hmm… I don’t really know. Let’s just say there isn’t one.”
“Haa… haa…”
Lee Ah-young gasped for breath. For her, this nightmare had unfolded in a single day. This unbearable despair had struck without any warning. She had reached a limit she could not endure. And all this time, while she remained unaware, this hell had been meticulously prepared for her. Yet… there was no reason? They were simply doing this to her… for no reason at all?
Lee Ah-young’s sanity finally snapped.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaah! Fuck!”
She spat out a curse that sounded utterly foreign coming from her beautiful face and slammed her fist into the bare ground. Tears streaming, she shook her head violently from side to side. Her whole body convulsed as she thrashed across the dirt. The metal chain attached to her collar rattled loudly with every movement.
A naked woman wearing only a collar, desperately struggling on the bare ground. It was an utterly pitiful sight.
The man watched her with a satisfied smile. When she had rolled around enough to cover her entire body in dirt, when her tears had soaked the crop top and made her nipples even more visible through the wet fabric, he finally spoke.
“Miss Ah-young. However, there is one ray of hope for you.”
“…What…?”
“We possess evidence that proves you never committed any crime.”
“…”
Lee Ah-young stared at him with a completely broken expression, a look of utter disbelief. Of course she did. After all, they were the ones who had framed her.
“Right now, you are nothing more than livestock whose human rights have been revoked. But if we decide to help you, we can easily clear your name.”
“You… you… you! You’re the ones who framed me! You kidnapped me! You forced all of this on me! What the hell are you talking about?!”
Crackle!
A burst of electricity shot from the collar, spreading instantly throughout her entire body. Her upper torso jerked violently. Her whole frame convulsed. Her pupils lost focus.
She collapsed with a dull thud. Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth. In that brief instant, the pain had been unimaginable. Lee Ah-young lay sprawled on the bare ground with her legs spread obscenely, completely limp. Then, with unfocused eyes, she looked up at the man again.
“Miss Ah-young, you really must mind your manners. I am your only remaining hope. No matter what I did to you before, from now on, without me you will live your entire life as a slave, as livestock. But! I can clear Lee Ah-young’s name for you.”
The same people who had kidnapped her, framed her, and thrown her into this abyss were now casually offering to clear her name. It was a statement more shameless than any villain, more conscienceless than any con artist could ever be.
“P-please… no more… electric shocks… I… I feel like I’m going to die…”
“Behave yourself. If you listen to me properly, there will be no more shocks.”
The man smiled once more as he looked down at her collapsed form. The woman who had been trembling with shame, desperately trying to cover herself just moments ago, now lay with her legs spread vulgarly, her pussy completely exposed, drooling helplessly.
His gaze flicked briefly between her spread thighs—straight to her pussy—before he continued.
“There is one condition for clearing your name.”
The man kept speaking to the fallen Lee Ah-young.