The Insect's Face
"Lot 17. R-0412, Aesthetic S-Grade, Complete Stand-In Type."
The stage lights burned hot. Yura stood naked at their center. Around her neck hung a numbered placard reading LOT 17, and from her left earlobe dangled a yellow livestock tag.
"For reference, the original is the model Kang Yura. Identical in face, in figure, down to the fingerprints."
Laughter burst from the seats.
Yura couldn't raise her head. If she did, she would see her — the woman in the white suit seated dead center in the front row.
Long black hair, sharply upturned eye corners, even the small mole beneath the left collarbone... it was the face Yura saw in her mirror every morning.
The woman slowly lifted her bidding paddle.
...Why. How did I end up here...
Sixty-six days earlier.
"Take it back. It's lukewarm."
Yura returned the coffee cup without letting it so much as touch her lips. The youngest staffer bowed her head and hurried out. Third time today alone.
Third-floor studio, Raon Agency Headquarters, Cheongdam-dong. It was shoot day for a lingerie campaign.
At twenty-eight, Yura was a top model and the CEO of the model agency Raon. A cover she shot sold out that issue of the magazine; the lingerie she wore was gone from stores by the next day. A woman entitled to have her coffee exactly as hot as she pleased.
"Ma'am, next up is the wire shot. Twelve meters."
General Manager Serin held out a tablet. Yura looked up at the wire suspended from the ceiling and scowled. It was the shot that required hanging up there, flipped upside down, smiling.
"Lara."
In the corner of the studio, a woman in a gray slip lifted her head from where she knelt. It was Yura's face, exactly. R-0412, Lara — the livestock Yura had custom-ordered two years ago for 480 million won.
In this country there existed a species that looked precisely like humans but were not human. Livestock. Numbered from birth, tagged through the ear, living as their owner's property. With enough money, you could even order one with whatever face you wanted. Yura had ordered her own face. Dangerous shots, tedious shots, shots that wore the body down — this livestock had stood in for every one of them.
"Yes, Master."
"The wire. Get the smile right. You know what happens if you make my face look ridiculous."
"Yes."
Lara rose and walked toward the wire.
"Must be nice, unnie~ having a bug to take the fall for you," drawled Han Seo-ah, the junior model waiting nearby.
"Livestock are bugs, aren't they? A bug wearing my face ought to at least be useful."
Yura answered as if it were nothing. She meant it. That thing was not a person. It was a tool that happened to wear her face.
Hanging from the wire, Lara smiled upside down, twelve meters in the air. The photographer Minhyuk pressed the shutter without pause. Strangely, he stayed on that shot a long time. Far longer than he ever did when Yura took it.
...What's with that. Creepy.
Nine-thirty at night. The master bedroom of the Hannam-dong penthouse.
Yura pulled a condom from the nightstand and tossed it onto Minhyuk's chest.
"Hurry up. Call time's at eight tomorrow."
"Got it."
Minhyuk tore the wrapper open with a smile. Cha Minhyuk, thirty. Her boyfriend of two years — and the photographer who had shot that wire scene today. His bare skin smelled of film developer. His thick cock was already standing toward his navel, swaying slightly.
"Could you... just this once, use your mouth today?"
"That's the sort of thing livestock do."
Minhyuk's hands, mid-tear on the wrapper, went still for a moment. Then the laugh arrived, a beat too late.
"Right. That's livestock work."
Yura lay flat in the middle of the king-size bed and simply bent her knees. Minhyuk rolled the condom on and settled between her legs. When the head of his cock brushed her entrance, Yura pushed at his shoulder with her palm.
"Don't leave marks on my neck. Tomorrow's look bares my neck."
"Okay, okay."
Minhyuk pushed his hips forward. His thick cock spread her open and slid in, condom and all. It felt stiff, unyielding. The sensation of her not nearly wet enough insides being pried apart made Yura's breath catch short.
He began to move. Slow, deep strokes. His cock scraped along her inner walls on the way out, then pushed back in. He gripped her breasts, rolled her nipples under his thumbs, and moved to bury his face in her nape — until Yura turned her head away, and he gave up.
After a long stretch of thrusting, Minhyuk took hold of her waist and tried to turn her slightly.
"Just once from behind... hm?"
"No. It wrecks my knees."
Rather than beg further, Minhyuk drove his cock deep again and took her nipple lightly between his lips, then released it. Just hard enough to leave no mark. He knew exactly what Yura disliked.
Yura stared at the ceiling.
It wasn't that she disliked it. Minhyuk was a good man. Handsome, tender, in love with her. Only... even with Minhyuk's cock inside her, Yura was always thinking of something else. Tomorrow's shooting order, the wording of a contract, the tasks to hand off to Serin.
In the entire two years they had been together, she had never once come on Minhyuk's cock.
"Haah... Yura..."
His hips quickened. Every time his cock slammed in deep, the headboard knocked against the wall — knock, knock. Yura counted the sounds and waited.
Just finish already...
She clenched down hard on Minhyuk's cock. She knew he'd come quickly if she did. A technique honed over two years.
"Ngh...!"
Minhyuk seized her hips, buried himself deep, and shuddered. She could feel his cock pulsing inside the condom. Not wanting to be caught out, Yura faked a single moan. It was the same performance she gave for the camera, rendered in sound.
"Ah... that was good..."
He pulled out. Cum pooled heavily in the drooping tip of the condom. Yura's cunt felt only sore and stretched — not the least bit wet.
Past eleven, Minhyuk walked to the entryway, buttoning his shirt. Yura tied the sash of her robe and followed.
"Hey."
Minhyuk, one foot in his shoe, turned around.
"I wish you'd do it like you did last Thursday."
"...What?"
"That day you were like a totally different person. You stuck your ass out first. Grabbed the sofa and went 'more.' And you sucked me off all the way to the end."
Minhyuk smiled and brushed his thumb over her earlobe. Yura twisted her head away to dodge the hand. She was deathly averse to anyone touching her ears.
"And that day you even stayed still when I touched your ears."
The front door closed. Yura stood there for a long while.
Last Thursday night, Yura had slept alone in this bed. To Minhyuk's studio in Seongsu-dong... she had sent Lara.
Shoots had piled up that week. She hadn't had the energy to take Minhyuk's cock that night and fake her moans on top of it. So she'd sent the livestock. Told it to keep him happy and come home. She'd thought of it as lending out a toy.
She hadn't asked what it did there. There was nothing to be curious about.
And yet.
Stuck her ass out first? Grabbed the sofa and... 'more'?
One side of her chest stung, inexplicably.
At the far end of the dress room, a thin mat lay on the narrow strip of floor between the wardrobes. Lara's place.
When the door opened, Lara raised herself — then dropped straight back to her knees. The hem of her gray slip had rolled up over her thighs, offering a glimpse of her bare, underwear-free cunt.
"What did you do on Thursday."
"..."
"Answer."
"I took Mr. Minhyuk's cock in my mouth. All the way to my throat. Then I held on to the sofa and took him from behind."
Lara reported it flatly, without a tremor. Hearing those words come out of her own face, Yura lost her voice for a moment.
"And?"
"I said, 'Mr. Minhyuk, more.' In your tone, Master. And at the end... he came inside my cunt. Condoms aren't used on livestock."
Inside...?
Yura thought of the condom she had just dropped in the trash. The thin rubber, still sagging with its pooled load. Minhyuk had poured that cum, untouched, into that livestock's cunt. Into a cunt identical to her own went the filth she herself had never once received.
A cock in the mouth... two hours ago I called that livestock work...
Minhyuk — the man who had asked her to use her mouth — had laughed and said, "Right, that's livestock work." Yura had taken it as agreement.
"Show me."
"...Pardon?"
"Show me how you did it."
Yura didn't know why the words came out of her. She wanted to check. She wanted to see, once and for all, what face that "different person" — the one Minhyuk had supposedly loved fucking — had actually worn.
Instead of asking twice, Lara drew a flesh-toned suction dildo from beneath the mat and pressed it against the lower edge of the full-length mirror. As thick as Minhyuk.
She knelt facing the mirror. The tip of the dildo sat at the height of her lips. The mirror held two of Yura's faces — one kneeling, and one standing behind it with her arms crossed.
Lara opened her mouth and took the dildo between her lips. Spreading her tongue wide, she licked up the underside of the shaft, sealed her lips around it, and swallowed slowly. When half of it had vanished her throat bobbed, but Lara didn't stop — she swallowed it down to the root. Drool overflowed the corner of her mouth and traced down her chin.
Yura, without meaning to, wet her own lips.
It was her face. Her own lips locked around the shape of a man's cock to the root, drooling, eyes raised to the mirror.
Is that... me? Is that what Minhyuk saw?
Lara released the dildo from her mouth and turned her body. She dropped onto all fours and thrust her ass toward the mirror. When the slip's hem rode up past her waist, the smooth cheeks of her ass and the wet cunt between them came into view.
"The mat instead of the sofa."
Lara pushed her body backward. The tip of the dildo kissed her entrance — then slid smoothly, deeply in.
"...Ha."
Lara began rocking her ass back and forth. Fucking herself on it. Each time the dildo spread her cunt and drove in and out, a wet squelch followed. The flesh of her ass smacked against the mirror and sprang back.
Squelch... squelch...
The shaft gleamed, slick with her arousal. When Lara shoved her ass all the way back, the dildo vanished into her cunt to its very base; when it drew out, pink inner flesh clung to the shaft and followed. Beneath the thin fabric of the slip, her nipples stood rigid and pointed.
With the dildo buried deep in her cunt, Lara turned her head and spoke in Yura's voice.
"Mr. Minhyuk. More."
Cold and clipped. The exact pitch Yura used when she told Minhyuk to hurry up. And yet her ass was already driving toward the dildo, ahead of the words.
Yura froze. The tone was perfectly hers. There was exactly one difference. That woman never refused. Not taking a cock down to the throat, not being fucked from behind, not offering her ass first. What Yura had withheld from Minhyuk for two years, that livestock had handed over in a single night.
So that was the "different person" Minhyuk had loved.
...A mere piece of livestock.
She should have been furious. Instead, Yura felt dampness spreading between her thighs. The panties beneath her robe clung to her cunt. Watching her own face rock its ass while saying "more" in her own voice... Yura was getting wet.
I've lost my mind. Wet from watching livestock fuck a dildo...
She pressed her thighs together. Her clit compressed, and a sharp jolt climbed to her lower belly. Afraid of being caught, she crossed her arms tighter. In the mirror, Lara's eyes rested briefly on Yura's thighs, then dropped.
"Stop."
Lara stopped instantly. Dildo still sheathed in her cunt, ass still raised, she only turned her head to look at Yura.
"...Come here."
Yura sat in the armchair in the corner of the dress room. Lara eased herself off the dildo and crawled on all fours to Yura's feet.
Yura looked down at that face. The mouth that had been wrapped around the dildo only moments ago hung half open.
Letting livestock lick her was filthy — Yura had always said so.
Stop this. I can still order her out, even now.
But her hands moved first. Yura gathered up the robe, pushed her panties aside, and spread her legs until her soaked cunt was bared. No one had told her to.
"...Lick."
"Yes, Master."
Lara's tongue made contact — a hot, wide stroke that swept in one motion from her entrance up to her clit. Yura's hips jumped of their own accord. Lara was in no hurry. She circled the clit slowly with the tip of her tongue, sealed her lips around it, gave a soft suck, and let go.
"Hah..."
Yura bit her lip. She didn't want to make a sound. She would not let livestock hear her moan.
Two of Lara's fingers slid into her wet cunt, curled, found the upper wall inside, and pressed in slowly. Then the tongue stopped.
Fingers still inside, Lara simply held her tongue against the clit and waited. Not pressing, not sucking. Just resting there. Yura's cunt flinched on its own and squeezed around the fingers. It was obvious who was waiting for whom.
...Hurry.
To keep from saying it aloud, Yura gripped the armrests. Instead her hips slid forward, grinding her own cunt against the livestock's mouth. Only then did Lara take the clit between her lips and suck upward with a soft, wet pull.
"Ah, haah...!"
The moan she had been holding leaked out.
It was different from Minhyuk. Minhyuk had always moved to his own rhythm. Lara hunted down every spot that made Yura's body flinch, one by one. When her thighs trembled, Lara pressed that spot again; when her breath grew ragged, she slowed; when Yura drove her hips forward, only then did she suck harder.
How... how does she know me this well...
Of course she knew. It was the same body. Where this cunt liked it best, the livestock knew with her own flesh.
"Ah, ah... there, right there...!"
Without noticing, Yura had seized a fistful of Lara's hair. Black hair identical to her own. She was gripping it, dragging that face harder against her cunt.
Lara pushed her fingers deeper and flicked her tongue rapidly over the clit. Yura's right toes curled first. Lara didn't miss it — she picked up the pace.
"Ha, aahh... ngh...!"
Her whole body shuddered as though curling in on itself. Her cunt clamped down hard around Lara's fingers. Her arousal ran down Lara's chin.
The cries she had never once let out beneath Minhyuk's cock burst from her on the livestock's tongue.
Lara didn't pull away at once. She licked down through the climaxing cunt slowly, ever so gently. Each time the tip of her tongue grazed the oversensitized clit, Yura's thighs jumped. When the fingers slid free, her insides quivered as if left hollow.
Only after a long while did Yura close her legs. Her breathing had yet to settle. The leather of the chair beneath her was damp with her arousal. Lara knelt where she was, looking up at Yura without having wiped her mouth. Yura rose, pulling her robe closed.
"Rinse your mouth. This... never happened."
"Yes, Master."
As Yura opened the dress room door, a voice came from behind her. Her own voice.
"Master. Next Thursday too... shall I go?"
Yura didn't turn around.
"Mr. Minhyuk liked it so very much, that day."
...Say no. Right now.
Gripping the doorknob, Yura gave the smallest nod.