Special Livestock in Training: Lee Ah-young
The soft ticking of a clock filled the warmly decorated room.
Tick. Tock. Tick.
A wall clock quietly broke the silence with its steady rhythm. Beyond the window, darkness had already settled in. The main fluorescent light was off, leaving only a single orange-glowing incandescent bulb to cast its gentle hue.
A plush bed occupied one side of the room. On it, a woman lay face down.
Her top was perfectly in place, worn correctly. But her panties and pants had been pulled down to her knees. She lay there with her bare bottom fully exposed, hips pushed slightly upward.
Her flushed, reddened buttocks bore two vivid tattoos.
“Hngh… h-hngh…”
The woman sobbed pitifully, gasping for breath. Her cries were a tangled mess of complex emotions. In the quiet room—filled only with the sound of the clock and her weeping—her beautiful, shapely ass trembled with every sob.
Creak.
The door opened.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Scrape.
A man wearing dress shoes walked toward the bed where the woman lay prone. He pulled up the chair beside the bed and sat down.
“Miss Lee Ah-young. I’ll apply the medicine for you.”
“Hngh… h-hngh…”
Squirt—!
Squeeze—!
Slap.
“KyaAAAAAAGH!”
The man squeezed a generous amount of ointment directly onto her bare ass. The thick, viscous medicine spread over her plump, perfectly rounded buttocks. Then, using his hand, he began to rub it thoroughly across her entire rear.
“Kh-hngh! Uuuuuuuuugh!”
The woman let out a groan thick with agony. Every time his hand glided over her burning flesh, her body shuddered violently. The pain looked excruciating.
Two grotesque tattoos were seared into her trembling ass.
The Brand of Livestock and the obscene “lush pubic bush” design.
Lee Ah-young still could not wear pants. She had bared her branded buttocks again only yesterday. From last night until now, she had not been allowed to wear either panties or pants even once. The searing pain in her ass made it impossible for anything to touch her skin.
“Kuuuuuuugh!”
“Sigh… Miss Lee Ah-young, what has become of your lovely bottom…”
Kang Ju-hyeok sighed as he gently stroked her ass.
“Th-thank… thank you… aaah…”
The stinging pain continued to radiate from her rear. Although the substance he was applying was clearly medicinal, every pass of his hand brought nothing but torment.
“Kh… khup! …Haa… haa…”
“You revealed the brand only yesterday, yet it still hurts this much. It seems your body is far too frail, Miss Ah-young. We’ll need to manage you more thoroughly from now on. Still, you’ve been lying down resting all day, so I suppose from your perspective, there’s nothing bad about it.”
His touch as he caressed her buttocks was genuinely gentle. His voice sounded as if he were truly concerned for her.
Yet to Ah-young, who heard it, only fear welled up inside her. His tone might be kind, but the meaning behind his words was anything but.
The word manage.
She had no idea what horrors that single word implied.
“I-I’m… s-sorry for being… so frail…”
“Not at all. Starting tomorrow, whether your ass hurts or not, you will perform your duties, Miss Ah-young. It seems we’ll need to build up your basic stamina first.”
“…Yes. I understand. I will do… everything you command.”
The man let out a soft chuckle. His hand finally left her buttocks. He wiped the ointment from his fingers with a handkerchief.
“Good. Also, there’s something I’d like to show you, Miss Ah-young.”
“…Wh-what is it…?”
He pulled a sheet of A4 paper from his pocket and unfolded it in front of her prone face.
“U-ugh? Wh-what… what is this…?”
The paper displayed three different designs. Each was framed in a neat rectangle, filled with text and illustrations. But every single image and phrase inside was vulgar and obscene.
Drawings of male genitalia, female genitalia, anuses, breasts—alongside filthy words like “pervert,” “cumrag,” and “sex slave.”
“These are draft designs for the brand we’ll be putting on Lee Ji-yeon’s body tomorrow. I need to choose one. I’m trying to decide which looks best.”
This… on her body…? But Ji-yeon is a civilian… why…?
Questions about Lee Ji-yeon exploded inside Ah-young’s mind, but she didn’t utter a single word.
She had her own rules for survival. The most important one was:
Do not question Kang Ju-hyeok.
Do not harbor any doubts about anything he does.
“Why don’t you choose one for me, Miss Ah-young?”
Kang Ju-hyeok smiled and pushed the paper closer.
“…Th-this one… seems good…”
Ah-young pointed at one design. It featured a grotesquely oversized, elongated clitoris at the center of a monstrous vulva. Although other drawings and text surrounded it, the main focus was clearly that grotesque clit.
“KHAHAHAHAHA! As expected! It seems our tastes align perfectly, Miss Ah-young! I was going to pick this one too! UHAHAHA!”
Kang Ju-hyeok burst into loud laughter.
Ah-young forced a smile as well.
It wasn’t funny at all.
She didn’t particularly pity Lee Ji-yeon, but the way this man could laugh while talking about carving such a horrific mark onto a woman’s body… The more she saw of him, the more terrified she became.
“Actually, I plan to give Miss Lee Ji-yeon a rather special opportunity as well. It’s going to be quite entertaining. In the meantime, Miss Ah-young, I hope you recover fully by tomorrow. We have a lot of work to do together.”
“Yes… I understand…”
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The man left the room, leaving only Ah-young behind—her ointment-covered ass still exposed to the air. The cooling sensation on her burning cheeks actually felt… not unpleasant.
“Haaam…”
The night grew deeper.
Ah-young tried to sleep on the soft bed. Her ass still throbbed painfully, so she couldn’t move from her prone position… but simply being able to sleep in such a comfortable bed felt like happiness.
Strangely… even though that devilish man had only applied medicine… her tears had stopped.
She gathered her complicated, sorrowful emotions and rubbed her face against the soft blanket. The more she nuzzled, the better she felt.
Please… just don’t make me go back to that doghouse… If I could keep sleeping comfortably here… my heart might feel a little more at ease.
Soft, steady breathing.
The sound of a woman falling asleep with her bare ass exposed filled the room. She looked like a beautiful princess—except for the minor flaw of sleeping with her buttocks on full display.
Ah-young drifted off into the land of dreams.
The next day.
A room labeled “Training Room.”
The floor was made of clean beige wood. One entire wall was covered in mirrors. If anything, the space felt similar to a dance practice studio.
From inside the firmly closed room, a woman’s voice rang out loudly.
“Lee Ah-young! Is livestock!”
“Lee Ah-young! Is livestock!”
Her beautiful face was drenched in tears, her expression already steeped in shame. Ah-young held the Basic Posture, screaming the humiliating phrase over and over.
The Basic Posture.
Both arms raised high, hands clasped behind her head, elbows flared wide to expose her underarms. Standing on the balls of her feet, legs spread obscenely in a frog-like stance, hips thrust forward so that her genitals were displayed prominently forward.
This was the exact posture Kang Ju-hyeok had taught her as the “Basic Posture.”
(Her breast size is similar to Ah-young’s, but the woman in the image is not her… please use only as posture reference!)
Ah-young was dressed in athletic wear.
Her top was a tight, long-sleeved black compression shirt. The thin, highly elastic fabric clung completely to her body. While it looked practical for exercise, the skin-tight black material left nothing to the imagination—especially the full shape of her enormous breasts.
The top perfectly showcased her large chest and narrow waist, accentuating every feminine curve. On an ordinary woman it might have looked like normal sportswear, but on someone with Lee Ah-young’s flawless, exaggerated proportions, it became unbearably lewd.
Worse, the thin fabric made the exact shape of her areolas and nipples completely visible. It was obvious at a glance that she was not wearing a bra.
“Lee Ah-young! Is livestock!”
And below the waist… she wore nothing at all.
From the waist down to the tips of her toes—nothing. Not even shoes or socks.
Yet she was holding the Basic Posture. Which meant she was thrusting her pussy forward with all her might, presenting it directly ahead.
“L-Lee Ah-young! Is livestoOOOOOCK!”
After one final loud shout, her voice finally stopped. Breathing hard, Ah-young stared straight ahead.
“…Are you finished?”
“Yes! Exactly one hundred times!”
“Hmm… Very good. You managed exactly one hundred this time. What a shame.”
Ah-young’s tear-filled eyes trembled.
She was forced to hold this insanely humiliating pose called the Basic Posture while repeatedly declaring herself livestock. She had just completed exactly one hundred repetitions. Before that, she had already held the pose while counting out ten, twenty, and other increments.
Her legs were shaking uncontrollably.
In front of her, Kang Ju-hyeok sat comfortably in a chair with his legs crossed, watching her with perfect ease. She was forced into this horrific pose that put her pussy on full display, yet he remained fully dressed, calmly admiring her like a work of art.
“In any case, you are growing beautifully as a fine example of Special Livestock. Allow me to praise you.”
Kang Ju-hyeok extended his open palm beside his chair. He gave it a slight shake while looking at her, a mysterious smile on his lips.
Kh-khup! Pr-praise…
Ah-young’s entire body shuddered.
Everything this man offered as “praise” treated her like a literal pet. Her face burned with humiliation.
She broke the Basic Posture and hurried toward him.
Tap, tap, tap!
When she reached the chair, she waddled with her legs spread wide toward his upturned palm. She aimed her crotch directly at it.
“Hm?”
His hand was positioned too high. But Ah-young needed to receive her “praise” no matter what. She took a deep breath and began hopping on the balls of her feet.
With her legs spread, every hop looked even more vulgar. Her braless breasts, hidden only by the tight black compression shirt, bounced heavily with each jump. The way her chest jiggled inside the clinging fabric was utterly obscene.
“Uht! Uht! Uht!”
Hop! Hop!
Jiggle! Jiggle!
“UHAHAHAHA! Do you want praise that badly?”
Kang Ju-hyeok laughed as he watched her jump with her legs spread right beside his chair, her breasts bouncing wildly. He slowly lowered his hand to a height she could reach.
“Ahht! Th-thank you!”
She thanked him as his hand lowered, then carefully placed her spread crotch directly onto his open palm.
She was sitting on his hand with her pussy.
If she willingly placed her vulva on his palm, he would stroke her. That was what counted as “praise.”
“Miss Ah-young. You did very well.”
Pat. Pat.
Stroke. Stroke.
Kang Ju-hyeok gently caressed and patted her pussy. The feeling of his warm palm against her most intimate place filled Ah-young with humiliation.
Yet on her face, she wore a bright, genuinely happy smile.
“Hehe… hehehe…”
In truth, she was desperately holding back the sobs of shame threatening to burst out of her.
I’m going crazy… I’m a human being… I’m not an animal or livestock…
Even real animals didn’t deliberately shove their genitals at someone else. Where in the world did a person willingly present their most precious part just to have it patted like a dog?
“Th-thank you… for petting my pussy…”
“Again, Miss Lee Ah-young.”
Pat. Pat.
Feeling her outer lips being stroked, Ah-young repeated obediently.
“Thank you! For petting Ah-young’s precious pussy! Thank you so much!”
“Good. When expressing gratitude, always speak loudly. And when referring to body parts, you must always attach your own name. Now, let’s try it without the shirt.”
“Yes! I understand!”
Kang Ju-hyeok withdrew the hand that had been patting her pussy. Ah-young quickly began peeling off the tight compression top.
“Hngh… hngh…”
Taking off something so tightly adhered to her skin was difficult, but she yanked it upward as fast as she could.
“Hngh!”
Now completely naked, Ah-young ran back to the exact spot in front of his chair where she had been trained moments before.
Tap-tap-tap!
She assumed the Basic Posture once again—standing on the balls of her feet, arms raised high to expose her underarms, legs spread wide like a frog, and finally thrusting her pussy forward with all her strength.
Even while standing, her pussy was completely visible. It was the perfect Basic Posture.
“R-ready!”
Kang Ju-hyeok smiled with satisfaction.
“Good. This time we’ll practice shaking your breasts. While maintaining the posture, shake them yourself, Miss Ah-young.”
“Yes! Ah-young will shake her breasts!”
Smiling, Ah-young began moving her upper body from side to side. She wasn’t exactly sure how to do it, but she knew one thing: her soft, massive breasts reacted dramatically to even the slightest motion.
Having lived twenty-four years with them, she knew exactly how they bounced.
The moment she shook her torso, those beautiful breasts began to sway wildly.
Jiggle! Jiggle!
“UHAHAHAT! Excellent. Harder! Imagine throwing your tits up toward the sky!”
“Khhngh… khuuuuuuugh…”
Ah-young twisted her upper body as hard as she could, making her breasts swing even more violently.
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Slap!
Jiggle!
Slap!
Her breasts began colliding with each other, producing loud clapping sounds. Her sense of humiliation grew stronger with every passing second. Tears welled up again, but she shook her chest even harder.
“UHAHAHAHAHAT!”
Kang Ju-hyeok laughed with pure delight. The sight of her breasts slapping together like they were applauding was incredibly lewd.
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Slap! Slap!
Ah-young continued thrusting her pussy forward while desperately shaking her breasts, drowning in shame. Even she could hear the obscene clapping sounds her own tits were making. The humiliation deepened.
Uuuuugh… so… so embarrassing…
But the worst part right now was her toes. Standing on the balls of her feet for so long was torture. She had already overworked them earlier during the livestock declarations.
“Uhhngh… uhhhhhngh…”
She kept shaking her breasts with everything she had.
Slap!
Jiggle! Jiggle!
Slap!
But her legs began trembling more and more violently. The motion of her breasts gradually weakened. Eventually her upper body stopped moving, and her legs gave out completely.
“Uhhngh…”
Thud.
She collapsed on the spot. Yet she immediately looked up at Kang Ju-hyeok and begged for forgiveness.
“I-I’m sorry! My legs gave out! I’ll do it again right away!”
“UHAHAHAT! Good. Go ahead and try again.”
Ah-young stood up once more, but her quivering legs refused to obey. She tried to force them into the frog-like spread, but they wouldn’t stay open. The moment she managed to spread them even slightly, they collapsed again.
“Khngh!”
Thud.
She didn’t give up. She kept trying to stand and present her pussy forward.
Thud!
Thud!
No matter how many times she attempted the Basic Posture, her exhausted legs would not allow it.
“Kuuuuuuuugh…”
Her heart began pounding wildly. The fear of punishment wrapped around her entire body. But even while collapsed, her legs only trembled harder.
“As expected, you really are too weak, Miss Ah-young.”
Ah-young’s terror-filled eyes looked up at him.
“I’m sorry! Just once! Please forgive—”
“Crawl over here on all fours. Rub your breasts against the floor. Rub your pussy against the floor while you crawl.”
“…Yes! I understand!”
Her trembling body pressed flat against the beige wooden floor.
“Ugh…”
Her breasts squished painfully against the hard surface. Using her arms, legs, chest, and waist, she began crawling forward like an animal.
“Uhp… uhhngh!”
She crawled pathetically on her belly. From Kang Ju-hyeok’s viewpoint, both tattoos on her ass were clearly visible. A woman with a perfect body and a flawless face was dragging her completely naked form across the floor.
“Khup! Khup!”
The floor was smooth and spotlessly clean. Thanks to that, her bare skin didn’t get scraped, but her massive breasts dragging across the wood still caused her considerable pain.
Somehow she managed to crawl all the way to his feet, panting heavily.
“Kneel.”
Her legs no longer had the strength to stand. She probably needed several minutes of rest. But she could at least manage to kneel.
Ah-young knelt and looked up at him. Kang Ju-hyeok stared down at her with cold, piercing eyes.
…It was terrifying.
His hand reached toward her chest. Ah-young’s body tensed completely, but she pushed her breasts forward to meet his touch.
Slap!
Squeeze. Knead.
His hand began roughly massaging her soft, pliant breasts.
“Miss Lee Ah-young. Are your legs too weak to stand?”
“N-no! I can do it!”
Even as she felt her breasts being kneaded, the gentle, almost affectionate touch wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
“Don’t lie to me.”
SLAP!
“Kuuuuuuugh!”
SLAP!
Kang Ju-hyeok slapped her breasts with his open palm. One strike to each side left two bright red handprints on her pale skin. The impact made her heavy breasts jiggle and tremble.
It hurt. Ah-young flinched, and even that small movement sent ripples through her soft breast fat. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Forcing back her sobs, she smiled.
“Still, the fact that you tried your best until the very end is admirable. Since this is the first day of training, we’ll stop here for today.”
Kang Ju-hyeok smiled and held up two fingers—his index and middle finger pressed together—right in front of her face.
H-hngh… anal… praise…
Ah-young quickly turned around on her knees, presenting her back to him. She leaned forward, supporting her upper body with her arms, then lifted her ass high toward his fingers. She spread her legs little by little, fully exposing her spread buttocks and the hole between them.
She had to bring her anus to his fingers. But because she had turned around and bent forward, she couldn’t see where his hand was. She began wiggling her hips, searching blindly for his fingers with her asshole.
Her snow-white ass, complete with its humiliating tattoos, wriggled obscenely in the air.
“Khup!”
After watching her twitching ass for a moment, Kang Ju-hyeok finally reached out and placed his fingers directly against her anus. The moment contact was made, Ah-young froze.
Pat. Pat.
Stroke. Stroke.
“Well done, Miss Ah-young. I hope you perform just as excellently in all the future training sessions.”
Feeling her asshole being gently stroked, Ah-young pressed her face against the floor. She wanted to cry, but she had to give thanks.
“Thank you! For petting Ah-young’s… asshole…! Thank you so much!”
Her grateful cry echoed throughout the training room.
Stroke. Stroke.
Pat. Pat.
While gently caressing her anus, Kang Ju-hyeok continued to “praise” her. The anus spread wide before his fingers was just as pale and pretty as her face.
As he stroked her beautiful little hole, he spoke.
“Shall we go see our dear Lee Ji-yeon now?”
Was Lee Ji-yeon still inside this building?
…Why?
Ah-young’s anus twitched and clenched around his fingers as if trying to milk them. The more questions filled her mind, the harder her hole fluttered.
The fingers that had been gently moving finally withdrew from her anus.