The Second Brand
Lee Ah-young is livestock! Lee Ah-young is… livestock!
“Hek… hek…”
After shouting for what felt like an eternity, Ah-young’s desperate screams finally stopped.
“Ah-young, did you truly recite it exactly one hundred times?”
“…Yes… I did it… one hundred times…”
The man smiled as he gazed at her. “Ah-young… you’re lying to me, aren’t you?”
She had uttered that vulgar, self-degrading sentence countless times. In an unbearably shameful pose, she had declared herself livestock. Even as the words left her mouth, her mind was so flooded with shame it felt dizzy. It was obvious that no woman could retain her sanity in such a situation. From the start, counting precisely to one hundred while screaming those words had surely been impossible.
Ah-young’s expression changed in an instant. Her eyes darted around restlessly, searching for any clue. Surprise, confusion, shame, despair—every emotion was compressed into that single look.
“I-I’m… sorry!”
Ah-young’s face burned crimson. Tear tracks ran from her eyes all the way down to her chest, revealing the shattered state of her mind.
Did that man really count every single recitation? No… that’s impossible…
She remained in position—legs and arms spread wide, underarms, pussy, and breasts all thrust shamelessly toward him. In other words, Lee Ah-young stood frozen in the Basic Posture.
This was outdoors, beneath the blazing sun. In such an open space, what woman could possibly do something like this?
Yet for Lee Ah-young, the humiliation and abuse that came with her status as Special Livestock had only just taken its first step.
“Sorry? Lies… the one thing I hate most is lies, Ah-young.”
“I-I’m sorry… In the middle… the numbers got mixed up…”
Ah-young had no idea how many times she had actually screamed it. What she did know was that she had gone well over a hundred. She had thought that doing more rather than less would prevent any scolding.
“B-but… just as you ordered… I did it more than a hundred times…”
“I ordered you to do it one hundred times. I never commanded you to exceed that. You’ve completely ruined your very first assignment. What kind of Special Livestock can’t even follow simple instructions? Still, it’s fine. You can simply pay the price for this lie with punishment. I look forward to it.”
Kang Ju-hyeok smiled brightly. It was an even happier smile than before—one that suggested he had been anticipating exactly this outcome.
“…P-price?”
Ah-young’s already horrific expression twisted into pure despair. She was already holding this humiliating pose… she had tried so hard… and now he spoke of a price? Punishment? Was he going to make her do something even worse than this?
An overwhelming wave of despair crashed over her. Her self-worth plunged into the abyss.
“Yes, Ah-young. If you lie like you did today, or fail to complete your assignments properly, you will receive punishment. Once you’ve been punished, you’ll do better next time, won’t you?”
Before the smiling man, she continued to hold her awkward, spread-legged stance. She had been standing like this for a long time. Her legs had already reached their limit. Were they shaking from fear, or from exhaustion? They trembled violently, like a frog dancing its last pathetic jig. The sight made the naked Lee Ah-young look even more pitiful and wretched.
“You may sit comfortably now. Today’s training ends here.”
The moment Kang Ju-hyeok finished speaking, Ah-young collapsed. It would have been more accurate to say she fell than sat, but at last her legs received mercy.
“Haa… haa…”
As soon as she reached the floor, Ah-young drew her legs together to hide her genitals. She wrapped her arms around her chest, clutching it tightly.
“Are you embarrassed?”
Ah-young did not answer. She only panted. When she heard his voice, she squeezed her breasts even harder, desperately trying to conceal them.
“Haa… you must answer when spoken to, Ah-young.”
His sigh promised an electric shock. Ah-young spoke in a frantic rush.
“I… I am embarrassed…”
“Still a long way to go. Tsk.”
Kang Ju-hyeok beckoned her. “Stand up. The veterinarians will be coming this evening to examine your body.”
“…Yes, I understand.”
Ah-young staggered to her feet, legs still trembling. She kept both arms wrapped around her chest, hiding roughly half her breasts and her nipples from view.
“Allow me to correct myself. It would be more accurate to call them veterinarians, wouldn’t it? Since you are livestock, Ah-young. Today you will shower indoors as a special privilege. It would embarrass me—your Owner—if the doctors saw you in your current filthy state.”
Ah-young lifted her head toward him. The word Owner. The moment she heard it, goosebumps erupted across her entire body. If he was the Owner, then what did that make her…?
Lee Ah-young is livestock! The sentence she had screamed more than a hundred times echoed endlessly in her ears.
Am I… livestock…?
No… I am Lee Ah-young. I’ve only been framed and temporarily treated like a criminal. I will not become livestock. One day I will clear my name. I will return to being the original Lee Ah-young.
She followed the man into the building. In his hand he held the handle of a metal collar, its chain connected to the band around her neck. Jingle, jingle, jingle. With every step they took, the metallic clinking rang out.
Naked, collared, following behind him—each and every step threatened to shatter what remained of Ah-young’s sanity. Shame surged upward while self-respect crashed to the floor.
The building’s interior was ordinary and clean. It appeared to be a four-story office structure. The spacious first-floor lobby was completely empty. Such a large space with not a single other person… Ah-young found it strange. Only this man in such a huge building… Yet the silence felt like a blessing. If anyone else saw her in this wretched state…
Hiiik! Goosebumps again. If that happened, she felt she would truly die. It was better—far better—that this shameful sight be seen only by him.
They climbed the stairs to the second floor. A wide corridor stretched before them. She entered the room marked Shower Room.
She had washed here once before being taken to the courtroom. A large mirror. Six showerheads. An array of toiletries. Her heart eased slightly. Washing might help her mind relax, even a little.
Kang Ju-hyeok hung the metal collar handle on a hook outside the shower area. Click!
The chain was long enough for her to wash and dry her hair without trouble.
“Wash yourself thoroughly inside, Ah-young. Dry your hair completely and come out looking pretty. Especially your pussy and anus—clean them properly.”
“…Yes! I understand.”
Once he disappeared, Ah-young entered the shower room alone. She turned the faucet. Shaaaaaaa! The sound of rushing water echoed pleasantly. She let the stream soak her entire body.
Beneath the warm water, Lee Ah-young fell into thought. She had cried so much today. She had stood naked before him in shameful poses. She had destroyed her own pride by calling herself livestock.
She lathered soap over every inch of her skin and rinsed herself clean. Looking forward, she saw her face in the mirror. It was still beautiful. Even without makeup, she was genuinely pretty. A fragment of her shattered self-esteem seemed to return. No matter when she looked, her body was… perfect.
“Huu… ah…”
Instead of the Livestock’s Resolution, she repeated Lee Ah-young’s Resolution inside her head.
I am pretty… I am a superior woman… I only need to clear my false charge. I must endure. I must hold on.
Her mind felt clearer. Obeying him made her feel dirty, yet she nevertheless scrubbed her pussy and asshole diligently, just as ordered.
Shaaaaaaa… The water felt soothing against her skin. After finishing her shower, she dried her hair with the blower. Whiiiiiiiing!
When her hair was nearly dry, she looked at herself again. The mirror reflected her figure—pure white, flawlessly toned, without a trace of fat. Her breasts were large, her waist narrow, her pelvic lines perfect. Before the kidnapping, she had admired herself every single day in the shower. The situation had become miserable, but the woman named Lee Ah-young was still perfectly, undeniably sexy.
She turned around. She knew her back view was every bit as seductive as the front. As expected, her rear was perfect… except for one flaw.
On her buttocks… was the Brand of Livestock.
The mark she never wanted to see. She glanced at the brand reflected in the mirror.
“Eh? What? Huh?”
Ah-young’s heart plummeted. A jolt like electricity shot through her entire body.
“W-what… is this…?”
The intricate Brand of Livestock—a combination of tattoo and burn—on her left buttock. She had known it was there. But on her right buttock, in perfect symmetry… something else had been added.
This… wasn’t here before…?
She looked closer.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaak!”
Strength fled her legs. Ah-young crumpled to the floor.
“Hee… ii… uh… uh…”
Making grotesque noises, she somehow pushed herself up again. She angled her right buttock toward the mirror once more.
“Lu… lush…? W-what is…”
On Lee Ah-young’s right buttock was a tattoo of a woman’s vagina spread wide open. And it was no ordinary design.
A woman’s pussy, stretched obscenely wide.
Surrounding it, an excessive, filthy tangle of curly pubic hair—far too many strands, drawn in vulgar detail.
At the center, where the vaginal opening and urethra would be:
❤️ Lee Ah-young’s Pussy ❤️
At the bottom of the tattoo:
❤️ Lush Pubic Hair ❤️
The illustration was perfect. The lettering was clean and legible even from a distance. Whoever had done the work was clearly a master.
And in that instant, Ah-young’s newly recovered self-esteem collapsed completely.
“Lu… lush… pussy… hair…”
Still standing, Ah-young stared down at her own genitals. It was true—her pubic hair was thick. The one part of her body she had never liked… the part she could have fixed with waxing… the only area she had quietly disliked. Yet this tattoo exaggerated that single flaw to an extreme, vulgar degree. The obscenely spread pussy and its wildly overgrown hair had been etched with horrifying accuracy onto her right buttock.
She turned again, looking at her rear. The unmistakable shape of a woman’s cunt. The disgustingly excessive hair tattoo. And the two clear phrases:
❤️ Lee Ah-young’s Pussy ❤️
❤️ Lush Pubic Hair ❤️
If the Brand of Livestock on the left had been horrific because of its legal power and symbolism, this tattoo on the right was horrific simply by existing. It was enough to destroy her mind.
The most terrible, humiliating tattoo in the world. If there were a contest for the worst tattoo, surely the one on her right buttock would take first place.
“Kiaaaaaaaaaaaak! Uh, uh, uh… uuuuuuaaaaaaaaaak!”
Ah-young’s knees gave out. She collapsed, clutching her head and slamming it against the floor.
“Kiaaaaaaaaaaaak! Kuaaaaaaaaaaaang! Uaaaaaaaaaaaaak!”
She screamed like a broken animal. Her heart crumbled. The image of the tattoo kept flashing in her mind. Lush… pubic hair…? She felt herself shrinking into nothing. Such a mark was now permanently part of her body. When…? Where…? It was a tattoo designed to completely disregard Lee Ah-young as a person and utterly destroy her as a woman.
Ah-young tore at her own hair.
“Why! Why! Whyyyyy! Why are you doing this to meeeeeee! Huaaaaaaaaaang!”
She wailed at the top of her lungs. Since the day she had been kidnapped, she had never cried like this. The humiliations until now had been actions she could endure. No matter how painful or hopeless, she had believed she could survive them.
But this tattoo on her buttock… even if she someday cleared her name, it would drive a permanent dagger into her heart. In the distant future, when she proved her innocence, how could she ever remove these two marks? Especially the ‘hair’ tattoo on the right—who on earth could she ask to erase something so vile?
“Kuaaaaaaaaaaaak!”
Kneeling, Lee Ah-young howled in anguish. Tears soaked her entire face. Clutching her head, she sank once more into an ocean of despair.
—Clack.
The shower room door opened. Kang Ju-hyeok leaned against the frame, watching the wailing Ah-young with a pleasant smile. He observed her kneeling in utter despair and felt satisfied.
His eyes moved to her buttocks. Between the cleft, her plump, pretty pussy was visible. On the left cheek, the Brand of Livestock that proved her crimes. On the right cheek, the obscene spread-pussy tattoo stared back at him, surrounded by those disgustingly curly strands of hair.
Kang Ju-hyeok wore a deeply satisfied expression as he savored the sight.
“Hueaa! Uheo! Hue… kiaaaaaaaaak!”
For a long time, Ah-young could not return to her senses.