Seo-ah's Livestock

"What do you want."

Yura stood gripping the dressing room door handle, looking down at Seo-ah. Her pussy, which Minhyuk's cock had slipped out of only moments ago, was still slick inside her slacks. There was no chance of being caught, and yet strength gathered in her thighs all the same.

"You know Do-ha oppa, right? My boyfriend. He wants to get a look at the livestock that goes around wearing your face~ And I could use some practice with the livestock concept myself."

Get lost climbed all the way up her throat — then went back down with her spit.

"…I'll think about it."

Seo-ah's eyes narrowed. Without taking the answer back, Yura brushed past her shoulder. With every step, her soaked pussy dragged against her panties.

Two days later, Friday morning. Raon's fifth-floor conference room. Lara sat on the floor against the wall, knees drawn together, while Serin read out the Maison Bellor schedule, swiping through her tablet. Seo-ah spun her chair from side to side with a lollipop clamped between her teeth.

"Unnie~ that was mine to begin with, you know~"

"It's true you were first choice, Seo-ah."

Serin said it without lifting her eyes from the screen. "The CEO sent the wire test footage to the director herself, and it was after seeing that footage that they switched."

"And who was it that rode that wire again~?"

Seo-ah pulled the candy from her mouth and pointed at Lara by the wall. "You never set one foot on it yourself. You walked off with someone else's campaign on pictures of livestock strung up on a wire."

"Maison made the call."

"Right~ so lend me that livestock. Tonight. It's a bargain, unnie — one night of livestock to shut my mouth."

Serin closed her tablet and added, "Lending out Raon livestock is common practice, ma'am."

Yura ran the numbers. Refuse, and Seo-ah would chatter about Paris everywhere — the waiting room, the models' group chat, anywhere and everywhere. It was cheap, for the price of one night's livestock.

"…Take her. You scratch her, you pay."

"I'll come by your place at nine to pick her up~"

Seo-ah popped the candy back into her mouth and left. Lara by the wall kept her head bowed.

If I leave Lara to that mouth of hers…. Seo-ah would curse the owner in front of the livestock, just as she had at the studio last Saturday. And Lara would take every word without letting a single one slip. It was a plausible excuse. Yura knew what lay underneath it — the one line she had gone and admitted to herself in front of the dressing room mirror two days ago. On the conference room chair, her pussy gave a small, secret clench.

Eight-thirty in the evening. The dressing room light was on. A gray slip lay folded over the leather armchair, and on the vanity sat the prop tag and the flesh-toned tag cover, side by side — the tag that was usually tucked away beneath Lara's mat. Yura had never said one word to Lara about who would go.

"Seo-ah says she'll be here at nine, Master."

Lara said it kneeling beside her mat.

"…Who told you to take these out."

"You're not going?"

Instead of answering, Yura pulled down the zipper of her knit dress. The black dress she'd worn to the morning meeting — the one Seo-ah had seen her in.

"If I leave you to that mouth of hers, there's no telling what I'll have to clean up after. I'll go hear it myself."

"Yes, Master."

Lara picked the slip up off the armchair and held it out. Yura stripped off her bra and panties as well, pushed them toward Lara, and drew the slip on over her naked body. The thin fabric brushed across her nipples on the way down and stopped at mid-thigh. Cool air flowed straight up between the lips of her pussy.

Lara removed the slip she was wearing and folded it neatly, pulled Yura's discarded panties up over her own pussy, then put on the bra and the dress in turn. When Yura unclasped the silver bracelet from her wrist and held it out, Lara raised her left hand to receive it. A red dot surfaced in the corner of her display window. Lara fitted the cover over her own tag, let down the hair on her left side, and hooked a single drop earring onto her right ear.

"In front of Seo-ah, say nothing but 'yes.' She hates a chatty livestock."

Lara said it as she pressed the prop tag's clip onto Yura's left earlobe. It was what the livestock had said last Saturday, with Seo-ah's stiletto planted on its back. The hair swept behind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her ear raised gooseflesh along her nape, and beneath the slip her pussy was already damp.

The doorbell rang at nine o'clock sharp. Lara's back was ramrod straight as she walked to the door; her chin, opening it, was stiff, her eyes resting somewhere above Seo-ah's head.

"Wow, your place is huge, unnie~ Can I come in?"

"No. Take her and go."

Past Lara's shoulder, Seo-ah swept her eyes up and down the livestock inside the entryway. The left ear with its tag showing, a nipple peeking beneath a slip worn over nothing, bare feet.

Seo-ah thrust her phone screen up to Lara's nose. It was the livestock rental paperwork Serin had sent over that afternoon.

While Seo-ah scrawled her name into the signature field with a finger, Yura stood barefoot just inside the entryway, watching her own body change hands as a few hours' worth of property.

"Have her back before midnight."

Lara said it coldly. "What is she, Cinderella~?" Seo-ah cackled and jerked her chin, and Yura, half a step behind her, walked barefoot out of her own front door. It closed behind her.

Down to the underground garage where Seo-ah's white car waited, they passed not a soul. In the back seat, the leather was cold through the single layer of the slip. Yura pressed her thighs together. The juices seeping from her pussy seemed bound to soak through the slip and stain the seat.

The sound of running shower water filled the living room of Seo-ah's officetel. Seo-ah dropped onto the three-seater sofa, flung off her socks, and thrust her bare feet up to the face of the livestock kneeling on the rug. Her toenails were painted a pale pink. With the toes nearly touching her lips, Yura swallowed — and beneath the slip, her pussy flinched first.

"Lick. Between the toes too."

Yura cupped Seo-ah's foot in both hands. The foot of a body she'd been openly laughed at for — a body like livestock's. When she stuck out her tongue and licked beneath the big toe, it tasted of salty sweat.

"You know what your owner says about me? Says I've got a body like livestock."

Seo-ah hefted her breasts up over her shirt to show them. F-cups that didn't fit in her palms.

"These are all natural, by the way. But look — you're the livestock. Wearing that bitch's face and licking my feet."

"Yes, Seo-ah."

Yura worked her tongue between the toes. One by one, all the way to the littlest, she took them into her lips, sucked, and released. Seo-ah nudged Yura's chin up with the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sole of her foot.

"The Paris gig — she stole that from me. With the wire you were hanging from. She's a thieving bitch, isn't she."

Maison made the decision…. Even as she shot back the rebuttal in her head, her tongue kept licking the top of the foot. Thieving bitch. Heard through a livestock's ears, the words dropped strangely down into her lower belly, and her pussy under the slip clenched along with them.

"You know she sends coffee back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠three times on set? Makes all the youngest staff cry. And then with men she's an ice queen. They say her pussy doesn't even get wet. Frigid."

"…Yes."

When she pressed her kneeling thighs together, the inner flesh slid slickly against itself. Hot breath leaked out between her lips around the toe again. Seo-ah didn't know. Yura did — and knowing, she rubbed her thighs harder, the crushed clit sparking.

It's my own insults. I'm listening to insults about me, so why….

The shower stopped.

"So this is the owner's face? Fucking identical."

A man with nothing but a towel around his waist came out into the living room. Seo-ah's boyfriend — Kwon Do-ha. The front of the towel bulged in the shape of his cock.

Seo-ah pulled her foot out from under Yura's tongue and moved to the single armchair beside the sofa. She crossed her legs, peeling the wrapper off a fresh lollipop.

"I'm going to watch. You use her, oppa. You know livestock don't need condoms, right? Just stick it straight in her pussy."

Do-ha undid the towel. His cock, warmed by the shower, was already half hard. Shorter than Minhyuk's, and thicker.

"Get up there. Face down."

Yura climbed up, knees on the sofa cushion, and bent forward, bracing her hands on the armrest. Her breasts swayed inside the loose slip. Just beyond the armrest sat Seo-ah's chair. Behind her, Do-ha set one knee on the cushion and planted his other foot on the floor.

He hiked the slip's hem up to her waist. Her ass was bared entire. When his thick fingers spread her lips apart, there was a wet squelch, and her juices strung out between his fingers.

"What's this. You got wet from licking feet?"

"'Cause it's livestock~"

Seo-ah giggled, rolling the candy around her mouth.

His glans touched the entrance of her pussy. It was hot. At the feel of bare skin meeting bare skin with not even a thin membrane between them, Yura stopped breathing. For two years, Minhyuk's cock had always been behind rubber.

Without a condom… a man I've never seen before.

Do-ha pushed his hips forward. The thick shaft forced her wet inner flesh apart and buried itself halfway in one stroke.

"Mmph…!"

"Holy fuck. Look at that pussy squeeze."

Do-ha grabbed her ass and drove in to the root. The heat of a cock unblocked by rubber, the ridged texture of its veins, pressed itself plain into her pussy walls. Yura's fingers dug into the armrest.

"Oppa, lift her face up. I want to see that bitch's face taking cock."

Do-ha pulled Yura's shoulders back. Her upper body rose, her breasts sloshing inside the slip, and Seo-ah's face was right in front of hers. The lips around the candy curved up smugly.

"Wow, seriously identical. Does that bitch make this face too when there's a cock in her pussy? Oh, right — she can't feel it. Frigid, remember."

Do-ha pulled out and slammed back in. Smack, smack — the sofa springs creaked with every thrust. The flesh of her ass jolted against his pubic bone.

"Yes, Seo-ah…."

The answer came out tangled in her moans. At the word frigid — the word for herself — her own pussy, stuffed with another man's cock, clenched in a yes.

"I honestly feel sorry for Minhyuk oppa. Two whole years he's been fucking that ice-cold pussy. A guy like him — why with a bitch like that…."

At Minhyuk's name, Yura's eyes lifted on their own, cock still buried inside her. With the look the CEO of Raon gave the staff beneath her, Yura glared at Seo-ah.

The lollipop slipped from Seo-ah's mouth.

"…What's with you today? You just had that bitch's eyes."

The tag on her earlobe was suddenly heavy. If Seo-ah so much as opened a tag-scanning app, it was over.

"Eyes down, livestock."

Do-ha said it from behind her and rammed his cock in to the end. Yura dropped her gaze. A single line of cold sweat ran down her spine. Counting the rug's weave, one strand, two, she thought of nothing but where Seo-ah's phone was.

And still the pussy gripping Do-ha's cock never loosened once, pushing out a fresh rush of juices with every thrust.

"…Yes, Seo-ah."

"Yeah, like that. Don't make that bitch's face. It creeps me out."

Seo-ah bit down on her candy again. When Do-ha released her shoulders, Yura's upper body folded back down over the armrest. He drew her hips up and set her ass high. With the angle changed, his glans pressed hard against some spot below her navel from the inside, and each press spread a melting, electric ache through her loins.

"Hahh, ah…!"

Smack!

Do-ha's palm cracked down on her ass. As the sting flared hot, her pussy clamped tight around the cock buried in it.

"It squeezes when you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hit it. The livestock bitch."

"Oppa, do it sitting down. From here I can't see a thing of where it goes in."

Seo-ah dragged her chair around to face the sofa head-on. Close enough for her knees to nearly touch the cushion. From there, the pussy taking the cock in and out would be a handspan from her eyes.

Do-ha pulled out and leaned back against the sofa. The glistening shaft stood jutting up toward his navel. He gripped Yura by the waist, hauled her up onto his lap with her back to him, fitted his glans to her entrance, and drove in to the hilt once more. Yura leaned back against his chest and braced both hands on his thighs.

Do-ha's hands walked along the insides of her knees and pried them wide apart. Right before Seo-ah's face, the cock-filled pussy spread open in its entirety.

"Wow… bet even the pussy's identical, huh? The owner's has to look just like this."

Seo-ah pointed at the joining with the tip of her lollipop. She didn't lay a finger on it. When Do-ha thrust up from below, her lips were dragged in around the shaft and out again, and her juices ran all the way down to his balls.

With her eyes cast down, she saw all of it instead — her own pussy swallowing a stranger's cock to the root, and Seo-ah's mouth sucking her candy right in front of it.

The old man's "block of wood," four days ago, had been a single remark. That one remark — tossed down to the livestock at his feet while he kneaded Lara's ass — Yura had done nothing but kneel before the mirror and hear it. Now she was taking the insults that had rained down on her all evening with a pussy stuffed deep on a stranger's cock.

"She calls you a bug, doesn't she? Says it at the studio every single day. That livestock are bugs. Bugs good for nothing but taking cock."

"Yes…."

"Don't make me laugh. Your owner's the bigger bug. A bug that lives off stealing what belongs to other people. One who can't even get her own pussy wet."

The moment those words landed, something surged from deep inside the pussy gripping the cock. Her toes, hanging in the air, curled all on their own.

Stopping it would have been easy. All she had to do was tense the hands braced on Do-ha's thighs, lift her hips a little, and catch her breath with just the tip of the cock held shallow inside her. Seo-ah would never know.

Yura let the strength drain from her hands. Putting her whole weight into it, she slammed her hips down onto Do-ha's thighs. The cock buried itself to the root and jabbed her deepest point.

I'm the bug. Me. Stealing what belongs to others….

"Mmph, ah, aahh…!"

Her pussy convulsed, gulping greedily around Do-ha's cock. Her spread thighs trembled in his hands, and her juices spilled from where they joined, soaking the sofa cushion. Right in front of Seo-ah's eyes.

"Oh my, is she coming? Pussy quivering with no permission and everything?"

Seo-ah covered her mouth with her candy hand and laughed.

"Oppa, look. The livestock's coming with a cock stuffed in her, listening to her owner get trashed. Panting with her owner's own face. God, I'm dying, this is too good."

Do-ha didn't stop. He kept thrusting up into the convulsing pussy, his breathing roughening. As the thick cock scraped over flesh still shuddering from her peak, broken moans leaked from Yura's mouth with every beat.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum."

"Don't cum inside her pussy."

Seo-ah said it, pulling the candy from her mouth.

"Cum on her face. On the owner's face."

Not inside… anywhere but inside.

The pussy that had been taking him bare went slack. It was relief. And when she realized whose order that relief owed itself to, her face flared hot. Seo-ah was deciding where on her body the cum would land.

Do-ha lifted Yura by the waist and drew his cock out. The moment his glans slipped free, her entrance gaped open and wouldn't close, and the pooled juices streamed down onto his thigh.

"Get down. Kneel."

Yura knelt on the rug beside Seo-ah's chair and raised her face. She was close enough that if Seo-ah merely leaned forward, her fingertips would touch Yura's cheek. Do-ha came around the chair and stood in front of her, stroking his juice-slick cock before her eyes. The glans was swollen red.

"Don't close your eyes. Let's get a good look at that bitch's face."

At Seo-ah's words, Yura kept her eyes open and looked up at Do-ha's cock. The first rope landed on her forehead. The hot cum crossed her brow and covered her eyelid; the second hit the bridge of her nose and her lips; the third dropped onto her chin and ran down her throat. Yura neither licked the cum from her lips nor wiped it away — she stayed exactly as she was.

"Wow… that bitch's face, plastered in cum."

Seo-ah picked up the phone she'd left on the arm of her chair. Yura's back went rigid. Seo-ah didn't turn the screen on — she set the phone back down, face down.

"God, I want to photograph this face. Don't wipe it off. I'm sending her back just like this."

"Yes, Seo-ah."

The sticky cum cooled on her eyelids. Between her kneeling knees on the rug, the pussy that had already come once clenched and unclenched around emptiness, still groping for the girth of the cock that had just slipped out of it.

Eleven forty. The penthouse entryway. Lara opened the door and looked at the livestock's face. From forehead to chin, the cum had dried white, pulling tight at the skin.

"Unnie, you tell the livestock to wash up~ Do-ha oppa came a whole load all over your face."

"…Good work. Go."

Seo-ah turned away giggling. The door shut, and the electronic lock chimed as it engaged.

For a long moment Lara looked down at Yura's face. Yura looked up at Lara. The black dress, the silver bracelet, the drop earring on one ear. Chin lifted, only the eyes lowered — the very face from that morning's conference room.

With that face… call me a bug. Just once.

Not the voice that had carried Seo-ah's words to her ear — that mouth, speaking in its own words. The pussy that had taken her own insults all evening shriveled again beneath the slip. Yura waited, lips slightly parted.

Lara's hand came up and touched Yura's left earlobe. The clip came undone, and the pinched flesh throbbed as it was released.

"I'll keep this, Master."

The voice was the livestock's again. Her parted lips closed on their own, and the heat that had climbed all the way to her lower belly drained away, spent.

Lara closed her palm around the yellow tag and walked into the dressing room. Not toward the mat. She opened the vanity's top drawer — the compartment where Yura's drop earrings stood in a row — and set the tag down beside them.

Yura watched it from the dressing room doorway. Put it back under the mat — one word was all it would take. While another man's cum stiffened and pulled at the skin beneath her chin, Yura swallowed that word.

The drawer slid shut without a sound.