Praise Is Given by Patting Here
Leaving Lee Ji-yeon alone in the basement, Kang Ju-hyeok and Ah-young headed for the place marked with a sign that read Infirmary. Ah-young stared at Kang Ju-hyeok’s broad back as she followed closely behind him. His wide, powerful shoulders and the muscles visible beneath his clothes filled her vision.
…I’m scared…
Just moments ago, Ah-young had sensed that Kang Ju-hyeok’s attitude toward her had softened somewhat. Yet right before her eyes, she had also witnessed the cruel way he destroyed Lee Ji-yeon. Her instincts screamed at her never to let her guard down around his gentle tone of voice. She had to remain constantly on edge. If she didn’t want to end up like Lee Ji-yeon…
Click. Creeeeak.
The door to the empty infirmary swung open. The interior looked like the examination room of a small private clinic, except it was far more spacious. Calling it simply an “infirmary” felt like an understatement; it contained everything one would expect to find in a full hospital—consultation area, operating room, and inpatient ward all crammed into one space.
“This is the infirmary,” Kang Ju-hyeok said.
He pulled out a comfortable wheeled chair and sat down, then crossed his legs and turned to face Ah-young. She had followed him in and now stood watching him quietly. There was another chair beside her, but she remained half-crouched, staring at him.
…Livestock probably isn’t allowed to sit in chairs without permission, right…?
“Miss Ah-young, your attitude today was quite excellent.”
Kang Ju-hyeok offered her a warm, friendly smile. Though the smile made her skin crawl, Ah-young forced one of her own in return.
“Ah! Th-thank you!”
She gave a small bow, expressing her gratitude. Ah-young was smiling. The beauty of that smile only made her look more radiant. She had resolved to throw away all pride and shame in front of Kang Ju-hyeok. As a result, his praise had come. She realized that this mindset was, for now, her best option.
“Miss Ah-young. When giving thanks, you should do it properly.”
“…Huh…?”
Suddenly Kang Ju-hyeok’s voice took on an irritated edge, but Ah-young couldn’t understand what he meant. She simply stared at his face with a tense, bewildered expression. He continued.
“Haa… Never mind. We’ll cover basic etiquette later.”
“…Yes, I-I understand…”
Every single word from Kang Ju-hyeok made Ah-young tense up and tremble. His very existence was pure terror to her. After a brief pause, he spoke again.
“Today, Miss Ah-young showed a truly admirable mindset. This is the first time you’ve displayed the perfect attitude of livestock. Well done. Lee Ah-young. I will praise you.”
His tone was gentle. Then, abruptly, he turned his palm upward and extended his hand toward her. The height was roughly level with her waist. At first glance it looked like he was asking for a handshake, yet his palm faced the ceiling. It was clearly not an ordinary handshake.
Is… is he asking for a handshake? With me?
The man who had treated her like a toy until now was suddenly offering a handshake? It didn’t seem real. Yet his palm was definitely facing up. Ah-young racked her brain trying to decipher the gesture. Unable to come up with a clear answer, she simply placed her hand on his palm.
High-five? Or… a handshake?
“Th-thank you! Kang Ju-hyeok, sir!”
She laid both hands on his upturned palm and offered her thanks.
“No, Miss Ah-young. That’s not it.”
Kang Ju-hyeok shook his head slowly. Ah-young looked up at his face with eyes full of fear. The smile had vanished from his expression. His blank face was terrifying. Fresh terror welled up inside her. It seemed she had made a mistake—two mistakes in a row. The image of Lee Ji-yeon’s despair flashed through her mind, and the fear crept back in like a living thing.
Ah-young had to do everything right. She had to stay in this man’s good graces. She spun her thoughts as fast as she could, trying to figure out what the gesture meant.
What… what is it? What does he want me to do…?
She pulled her hands back in panic, but Kang Ju-hyeok kept his palm turned upward, waiting. Then a single thought struck her like lightning.
Ah… ah…
Ah-young’s face flushed bright red with shame. Seeing her expression, Kang Ju-hyeok smiled brightly once more.
“I will praise you, Miss Ah-young.”
He repeated his offer of praise. With a look of resignation, Ah-young moved both hands to her pants. Even she found it absurd. The very fact that she had figured out what his hand meant was ridiculous. Her fingers trembled as she slowly pulled her pants down.
Shhh…
Once the pants reached her ankles, her panties were fully exposed. A woman willingly lowering her pants in front of a man who sat with legs crossed, watching her intently. She had sworn to throw everything away in front of him. Yet no matter how firmly she resolved it, her pride and shame as a woman refused to disappear.
Kang Ju-hyeok simply kept his hand extended. He had never even ordered her to strip. And yet here she was, exposing her panties of her own accord. Of course, this couldn’t be the end…
Ah-young glanced at the man who was staring at her so openly. As expected… it still wasn’t enough. With hands shaking even harder than before, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down as well.
Once the panties reached her ankles, the pubic hair that had been shaved into a “highway” pattern was revealed. Kang Ju-hyeok looked at it, then wiggled his fingers up and down. Ah-young shuffled forward awkwardly until she stood over his hand. She spread her legs, rose onto her tiptoes, and adjusted her position. Then she lowered herself until her crotch rested directly on his palm.
In other words, she was placing her own pussy onto his hand.
Her smooth, pale legs and beautifully flared hips—legs that formed a perfect figure—settled so that the space between her thighs pressed against Kang Ju-hyeok’s upturned palm.
“Nngh…”
The moment her pussy touched his palm, she felt the warmth of his skin and the firm texture against her delicate folds. Pat, pat. Stroke, stroke. Smiling, Kang Ju-hyeok gently rubbed her pussy with his palm.
“I will praise you. Lee Ah-young, you did very well.”
The sensation of his palm against her most intimate place. He patted and stroked, rubbing her softly. Ah-young’s face gradually turned crimson. Shame flooded her entire body once again.
“Remember this. Whenever Miss Ah-young does something worthy of praise, no matter the time or place, I will always stroke your pussy like this.”
Tap! Tap! Stroke, stroke… She stood with legs spread, balanced on her toes, gently pressing her pussy against his palm of her own will. Kang Ju-hyeok’s firm palm kept rubbing against her soft, vulnerable folds.
When she did well, he would stroke her pussy? …Could that truly be called praise for a woman? If she were an ordinary person instead of livestock, it would be sexual assault. But for Ah-young, it had become praise in the form of a caress.
“Th-thank you! Thank you for stroking my pussy!”
There was no way for Ah-young to refuse. If this man said it was so, then it was the truth.
“When livestock behaves well, we should stroke their pussy rather than their head.”
Stroke, stroke. Pat! Pat!
After stroking her pussy for a long while, Kang Ju-hyeok finally withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers together. Seeing how dry they were, he gave a small chuckle.
“As expected, you’re not wet at all. How lovely you are, Miss Ah-young. I’ll praise you once more. The meaning of praise is to touch your most precious and embarrassing parts. Besides your pussy, there are a few other places worthy of praise. Come here. I will praise you.”
This time he stacked his index and middle fingers together, then raised them so the backs of his fingers faced the ceiling. He held them steady and smiled at her.
What… what now?
Still standing right in front of him with her pussy exposed, face burning, Ah-young tried to decipher the new gesture. Her expression slowly changed as understanding dawned. She felt utterly pathetic for figuring it out so quickly.
Ah-young turned around and presented her ass to Kang Ju-hyeok. She backed up until her rear hovered over his fingers, wiggling awkwardly to position herself. It was an incredibly perverted sight. Yet her snow-white buttocks could only be described as flawless.
“You must spread your cheeks properly and present yourself if you want to receive praise.”
“Nngh…”
Ah-young reached both hands behind her and gripped her ass. She tensed her arms and pulled her cheeks apart.
Squelch!
Her ass spread open, revealing her anus in full view. The pretty pink wrinkles of her asshole unfolded before Kang Ju-hyeok, pouring oil onto the flames of her shame. Spreading her cheeks also caused her pussy to open automatically, exposing everything.
Ah-young’s body trembled violently. A wave of utter humiliation washed over her.
Stroke, stroke. Pat, pat.
Kang Ju-hyeok’s fingers touched her anus. Using his middle and index fingers, he gently stroked and rubbed the sensitive ring.
Hrrrrrk…
The feeling of having her asshole caressed while she thrust her ass out toward him. There was no way it could feel good. Ah-young’s face had turned beet red. She kept telling herself, It doesn’t matter, I’m dignified! but tears welled up in her eyes anyway. The last remnants of her pride as a woman were cracking apart.
“Miss Ah-young, you did very well. This is called ‘anal praise.’ The earlier stroking of your pussy is ‘pussy praise.’ Do not forget the two things you learned today.”
Even as he patted and gently rubbed her asshole, Kang Ju-hyeok continued speaking in that calm voice.
“Th-thank you! Thank you for stroking my… my asshole!”
Ah-young realized just how insignificant she was to this man. Lee Ah-young was a being who spread open her most hidden places, let those shameful parts be touched, and received praise for it. Showing every last secret she wanted to hide was simply natural for her now.
“Hng… hng…”
Every time his fingers brushed her asshole, Ah-young let out a faint, shaky breath. The tickling sensation and overwhelming shame hit her at the same time.
Pat, pat. For a long time, Kang Ju-hyeok continued to caress her anus with gentle fingers. Ah-young felt so unbearably embarrassed.
“That will be all for today’s praise. I hope you continue to work hard so you can earn more praise in the future.”
“Th-thank you! I will work even harder to receive praise!”
Kang Ju-hyeok withdrew his hand from her anus and continued.
“From now on, whenever I offer praise, prepare yourself to receive it without being told. It doesn’t matter where we are or what time it is.”
Ah-young relaxed the hands that had been spreading her cheeks. The stretched opening slowly returned to its original shape.
“And… Miss Lee Ah-young, I can’t see the Brand of Livestock or the tattoo I gave you at all.”
Kang Ju-hyeok gently stroked her ass. The ticklish sensation ran through Ah-young’s entire body. She shivered where she stood, feeling every stroke.
“The ‘medical paper’ covering your brand uses the same adhesive as the clit ring we put on Lee Ji-yeon.”
Ah-young’s body flinched. Then… did that mean the brand would stay hidden forever?
“The dangerous ‘livestock-grade medical adhesive’ becomes nothing more than ordinary strong glue when properly diluted with water. Since we didn’t use the pure version on precious Miss Ah-young, it can be removed easily with the right solvent. Today we will remove the paper and reveal your lovely tattoo again. There is no longer any need for you to pretend to be an ordinary person…”
Ah-young remained bent over, ass presented toward Kang Ju-hyeok, body trembling. He continued to stroke and tickle her rear. The thought of the brand being revealed again filled her with despair. The sight of her ass marked with the Brand of Livestock and the “lush pubic hair” tattoo always stabbed her heart. Every time she saw that tattoo, the pain was unbearable. While it had been covered, she had at least felt a little better…
“Miss Lee Ah-young, you will now undergo the procedure to remove the paper from your buttocks.”
“Pr-procedure… Yes, yes! I understand.”
Even though it was just removing something stuck on with adhesive, Kang Ju-hyeok called it a “procedure.” Why call it a procedure? Ah-young didn’t fully understand, but she didn’t dare ask. Asking questions was dangerous in itself.
“Also, Miss Ah-young, my promise to clear your name in three years is sincere. If you continue to behave exactly as you did today, I would be very pleased. You are truly adorable today.”
Though she was still shaking with shame, Ah-young felt a small weight lift from her chest. Adorable… Hearing his gentle tone, she compared herself to Lee Ji-yeon. They were different. She and that ambiguous devil were clearly not the same. This man still considered her a “precious toy.” That word “precious” carried enormous weight for Ah-young. It felt like one of the few hopes she could cling to. The memory of how he had shattered Lee Ji-yeon still terrified her, but her mind grew a little calmer. At least her suffering had a definite end.
Haa…
“The staff will arrive soon to perform the procedure on Miss Ah-young. I have a lot of work to do regarding Lee Ji-yeon. Listen carefully to the staff, and once it’s finished, return to your room and rest.”
Huh?
Kang Ju-hyeok stood up and left without another word. The door slammed shut, leaving Ah-young alone in the infirmary with her pants and panties still around her ankles.
“O-other staff? Then… in front of other people…”
To remove the paper covering the brand on her ass, she would inevitably have to take her pants off. Kang Ju-hyeok had already seen and touched every part of her countless times. It was still humiliating, but she had grown somewhat used to it. The “other staff” he mentioned, however, were different. She would have to expose her most shameful places to complete strangers. The humiliation would be far more intense.
“Hngh…”
Ah-young’s heart ached. Left alone, she muttered to herself.
“I… I don’t want to take them off anymore… I’m… still a woman, you know…”
With her pants still down around her ankles, Ah-young hung her head. Tears welled up, blurring her vision, but she refused to let them fall. She had to be strong. She held back the sobs and let out heavy sighs. She wished this moment of solitude could last a little longer.
But suddenly she heard footsteps outside. Less than thirty seconds after Kang Ju-hyeok had left, the infirmary door opened with a click.
“Hiiiik!”
Ah-young let out a startled scream. She still hadn’t pulled her pants up. In a panic she yanked both her panties and pants upward at the same time. Someone had walked in while her shaved pussy was completely exposed. In her frantic hurry, she couldn’t get dressed quickly enough. The people who had entered the infirmary had already seen her bare legs and pubic hair and were now staring openly.
“Whoa~ You’re already naked and waiting for us~”
Two young men walked in. Their casual swagger and voices made it clear they were quite young.
“Still so pretty when I see her again~ Really!”
Both of them grinned brightly. They looked around Ah-young’s age—or possibly even younger, with youthful, boyish faces. Ah-young finally managed to pull her pants back up in a rush. She felt mortified that they had walked in while her pants and panties were down. And these boys looked younger than her…
“Hehe… hehe…”
Ah-young tried to calm her racing heart, breathing slowly.
“Hey~ Since you’re going to take them off anyway, just take them off again! Why put them back on?”
The two young men began laying out tools on the operating table against the wall. They had sly, cheeky expressions. They were smiling brightly, and unlike Kang Ju-hyeok’s smile, theirs felt genuinely joyful.
“Man~ I love this job so much!”
The moment Ah-young realized she would have to take her pants off in front of them again, humiliation crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body froze. She had never expected anything like this.
“Your name was… Lee Ah-young, right? Hehe, yeah! You’re twenty-four! That makes you our noona! Wahahaha!”
“Oh right! Ah-young noona! Don’t you remember me? I’m the one who pressed the branding iron onto your ass!”
The two of them chattered away at high volume, completely carefree. Ah-young stood there stiffly, staring at them in a daze.
“Br-branding iron…?”
The flush on Ah-young’s face refused to fade. Her instincts, sensing the coming humiliation, filled her with overwhelming dread.
“Yeah, I’m the one who put the brand on noona’s ass! You don’t remember?”
“You idiot! Noona was knocked out with a paralytic shot back then! How could she remember?!”
These boys spoke about their crimes as if they were nothing. They clearly weren’t normal either. That’s right—when Ah-young had been kidnapped, Kang Ju-hyeok hadn’t been alone. Only now did she remember the unknown number of accomplices. How had she forgotten until now…?
“Alrighty! Preparations complete! Shall we begin?”
Ah-young would have to strip again. She would have to take her clothes off in front of these boys who were laughing so innocently—boys younger than her.
“Ah-young noona~ Come over here and take your clothes off! Hurry, hurry!”
“Ehehe! I’m definitely gonna grope those tits! Last time I saw them they were killer!”
Watching the two of them look so excited, Ah-young’s shame skyrocketed in an instant.
…At least… Kang Ju-hyeok… please do it yourself instead…