The Day the Pedestal Crumbled
<Pilates Instructor Park Min-a>
Park Min-a, a Pilates instructor, stepped off the subway on her way home from work, just like any other day.
Her outfit was carefully coordinated to turn heads: skin-tight leggings that clung to her legs, accented by a light cardigan draped over her shoulders.
While Min-a's bust wasn't quite large enough to be called explosive, she was still reasonably confident in her chest.
But her true pride and joy lay in her legs.
Her calves looked incredibly toned under the tight embrace of her leggings, and just above them lay her voluptuous thighs.
Those firm thighs swept down from her slender waist, branching out from her exceptionally wide hips.
Thanks to her long legs relative to her height, her Y-zone—flaring upward like branches from her crotch—was deep and slender.
At the very center of her Y-zone, a plump mound swelled outward as if boasting of her "honey pot," emphasizing the thick, enticing curve of her pubic bone.
Unfortunately for the homeless men stealing glances at her, the area below that mound—where a prominent camel toe should have creased—was completely smooth.
She had concealed it with a stiff panty liner.
"Fucking bitch, acting all high and mighty."
"What, is her cunt lined with gold or something?"
The homeless men licked their lips, talking trash loudly enough for Min-a to hear.
What a bunch of absolute bums...
Min-a shot them a haughty facial expression, glaring at the bums before coldly walking past.
Even then, the bums' eyes locked onto her hips and thighs, tracking her movements like heat-seeking missiles.
Min-a's thighs were her absolute greatest asset.
Years ago, she had finally quit her long stint in the sex industry. To launder her past and secure a hypergamous marriage, she had obtained a Pilates instructor certification.
Unlike other women who merely got certified to play pretend, Min-a worked out relentlessly to ensure she could land her dream husband.
Thanks to her dedication, her thighs possessed a firm, erotic elasticity guaranteed to make ten out of ten straight men instantly rock-hard.
It was all a calculated effort to snare a Six-sided Man—a corporate professional from a prestigious background—and enjoy a life of luxurious, pampered domesticity.
However, there was one crucial detail Min-a had overlooked.
The world had changed.
A shrill, jarring alarm—reminiscent of an emergency disaster broadcast—suddenly blared from Min-a's smartphone.
"W-what is this?!"
Startled, Min-a reached into her crossbody bag and pulled out her phone.
"Ah..."
Her jaw dropped in sheer, stunned disbelief.
Your human rights have been stripped in accordance with the National Family Happiness Promotion Special Act.
Min-a collapsed to the ground, her face twisted in utter despair.
"My... my human rights..."
Where had it all gone wrong?
Was it because she had gotten pregnant from one-night stands and immediately had three consecutive abortions?
Was it because she had falsely accused a client from her old establishment of sexual assault just because he was ugly and annoyed her?
Was it because she had spread misandrist rumors and hate speech across the internet?
She didn't know.
But what did it matter now?
The human Park Min-a was no longer classified as a human being.
Hearing the distinctive smartphone alert from nearby, the homeless men began to gather, wearing sinister, mocking grins.
"Hey, sweetie. You were glaring at me earlier, weren't you?"
"Should I gouge this fucking bitch's eyes out?"
"Hey, go grab some bleach. Let's clean out her cunt first."
"I'm gonna absolutely wreck this cheap whore's hole..."
"I'll shove a sashimi knife up her snatch and drag her guts out..."
The bums surrounded Min-a, spewing horrific, violent threats.
"Save me! Someone, please!!! Somebody help me, please!!" Min-a screamed in a desperate frenzy.
"What's going on over there?"
"Looks like she got her human rights stripped."
"Tsk, she should've behaved herself."
"Just imagine how filthy her life must have been..."
"Let's just go. It's only going to be a hassle."
Passersby ignored Min-a's agonizing screams, their faces filled with nothing but cold indifference and annoyance.
"Excuse me!... Please... sob..."
Min-a reached out blindly a few times before finally letting her hands fall in defeat.
"Ha... haha..."
A hollow, empty laugh escaped her lips.
What else could she do? This was her reality now.
"What's up with this bitch?"
"Did she go crazy?"
"We haven't even run train on her yet, and she's already lost her mind?"
The bums muttered, looking at her with confusion.
"Sob..."
Tears streamed down Min-a's face, yet her lips remained curled in a smile.
If she couldn't escape, she had no choice but to submit.
If these bums were going to rape her—no, legally speaking, damage her as property—then pretending to enjoy it would be the only way to make it "less painful."
She had heard a rumor about a woman who had been impaled alive on a spit in a homeless camp, kept alive and screaming for an entire week.
She refused to end up like that.
Pleasing them as much as possible was her only hope of extending her lifespan.
Chuckling hollowly, Min-a tossed her crossbody bag aside.
She carelessly shrugged off her cardigan and pulled off her tight t-shirt.
Her breasts, encased in a sports bra, were revealed.
"Her tits are nothing special."
"I don't get why bitches these days are so slutty but still have flat chests."
"With all the guys groping them, you'd think they'd swell up to the size of basketballs by now."
"Stop exaggerating."
The bums gathered around, appraising her body.
Ignoring them, Min-a continued her striptease.
Since her chest hadn't garnered much of a reaction, she left her sports bra on.
Now, she had to play her winning cards: her hips and ass.
Min-a slipped her fingers into the waistband of her leggings, hesitating for a brief second.
"Hurry up and strip, you fucking cunt!"
"Who do you think you are, acting all precious!"
The bums barked at her.
"Sob... I understand... Just a moment... please..."
Min-a hurriedly began to slide her leggings down.
"Panties too."
"Yes..."
She hooked her fingers deeper, catching the edge of her underwear along with the leggings.
Sliding down her perfectly flared hips, her leggings and panties slid down effortlessly in unison.
Her firm, smooth, and voluptuous buttocks were laid bare.
"Whoa..."
"Holy shit, look at that ass..."
"Looks wide enough to pop out three babies at the same time."
The men gasped in admiration.
In truth, she hadn't given birth to three children—she had aborted three—but Min-a kept that detail to herself.
As her panties and leggings fell completely to her ankles, the panty liner stuck to her crotch fluttered limply to the ground.
"Ah, so that's what it was."
"Bitches these days, seriously."
"Walking around practically begging to be bred, yet acting like they're too good for anyone."
The men nodded in understanding as they realized what had been hiding her camel toe.
"Hey, spread your legs already."
"Show us your snatch."
"Wait... please wait. Mister, please..."
As the bums pressed closer, Min-a began to sob.
"What did you call me? 'Mister'?"
One of the bums raised an eyebrow.
"This dumb whore still doesn't get it..."
Snorting with anger, the bum kicked Min-a's inner shin with all his might.
"Kyaaa!"
Min-a tumbled backward, her pale buttocks and exposed crotch splayed wide open.
"Who the fuck are you calling 'Mister', you retarded bitch?"
The bum who kicked her glared down at her, breathing heavily.
"Huh? Yes...?"
Dazed and confused, Min-a looked around, unable to comprehend her situation.
Dozens of eyes, burning with raw lust and malice, pierced down at her.
"I asked who told you to call me 'Mister', you fucking cunt."
"It's 'Oppa', you brainless bitch."
"You look like a total whore, yet your customer service is absolute shit."
"Yes... Oppa... Oppa... sob..."
"Stop crying and spread your legs."
"Yes... I'm sorry, Oppa... sob... I'm sorry..."
Min-a sniffled and kicked off the leggings bunched around her ankles.
"Spread 'em."
"Yes... Oppa..."
Min-a slowly, hesitantly parted her thighs.
"Is this bitch trying to play hard to get?"
"Should I just chop her head off?"
"Let's just drag her away and slaughter her. Her cunt probably isn't even worth using."
The bums continued their terrifying banter.
"N-no! I'm sorry! Please spare me! I'll spread my legs wide, so please, spare my life!"
Min-a shrieked in terror, rubbing her hands together in desperate supplication.
"Please... here... my cunt... it's really tight, please use it... Just spare my life, please..."
Sobbing, Min-a pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide into an 'M' shape.
Just as she claimed, her groin looked incredibly inviting, practically begging to be taken.
"She's completely bald down there."
"You ignorant bastard, it's called waxing."
"They shave off all their pubic hair?"
"Yeah, apparently it makes the friction feel way better."
"Bitches these days are so damn depraved..."
"But damn, her snatch is gorgeous. Look how pink it is."
"Maybe she hasn't been ridden that much?"
"Are you retarded? She obviously got treatments. A bitch walking around dressed like this has probably taken dozens of dicks in the last month alone."
The bums continued to critique her exposed groin.
As they noted, her vulva was exceptionally well-formed.
Thanks to her waxing, only a faint, soft peach fuzz remained, leaving the entire area from her pubic bone to her gluteal cleft completely clean and smooth.
Her outer labia, twitching like a fresh abalone, were plump and soft as pudding, while her parted inner labia revealed a beautiful, delicate pale pink.
Between her vaginal opening, which pulsed in sheer terror, they could see the pink vaginal walls, densely lined with intricate ridges, squirming inside.
"She's gonna feel amazing."
"She'll probably last us a few months."
"The last bitch we had, her ridges got completely worn flat in just two weeks, right?"
"Nah, she lasted at least a month."
"Did she?"
The bums chatted casually in front of Min-a, who lay weeping with her legs splayed in an M-shape.
But then...
"What's that?"
"What the fuck is that smell?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
A wave of disgust rippled through the crowd.
"Her cunt smells like rotting fish, goddammit!!"
"Kyaaaak!!!"
One of the bums, utterly repulsed, kicked Min-a directly in her exposed crotch with all his strength.
Min-a's entire body convulsed violently as she involuntarily pissed herself, the urine spraying out.
"H-hiii... it hurts... it hurts... so much... sob... it hurts..."
Min-a thrashed on the ground, her legs flailing wildly in agony.
"Hey, did I tell you to close your legs?"
"Keep that snatch open."
"Yes... sob... hic... yes, Oppa... yes, Oppaaa..."
Gritting her teeth against the throbbing, agonizing pain radiating from her groin, Min-a desperately forced her legs back into the M-shape.
"Hey, go get some bleach."
"Where the hell are we going to find bleach right now?"
"Then go boil some water."
"Huh?... Boiling... water?..."
Min-a looked up at the bums, her mind reeling.
"Oppa... why... why boiling water?..."
She asked, desperately trying to push down the terrifying dread rising in her chest.
But a dark premonition is rarely wrong.
"Why are we getting boiling water?"
The bum who ordered it smirked down at her.
"To sterilize that smelly cunt of yours."
"Kyaaaaak!! No!! Stop it!!!"
Terrified out of her mind, Min-a scrambled to her feet, completely naked, and tried to run.
"She's running!"
"Catch her!"
"Nooo!! Nooo!!! I don't want the boiling water!!"
Min-a babbled incoherently, thrashing wildly, but her resistance was quickly crushed as several bums piled on top of her.
A moment later...
One of the bums returned, carrying a kettle with thick steam billowing from its spout.
"H-hiii..."
Min-a's pupils dilated to pinpricks, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Mis... no, Oppa... please spare me! No! Not that... I don't want that... sob..."
She began to struggle frantically once more.
"Hey, did we say we were gonna kill you?"
"We're just gonna parboil your snatch a little."
"Hold her down. Yeah, like that. Spread her legs wide."
"Fucking bitch, screaming like we're doing something wrong."
"Bitches these days are too weak."
The bums hoisted Min-a up, hanging her upside down like a slaughtered pig.
As they yanked her legs apart, her training as a Pilates instructor showed; her legs split into a perfect, flat line, exposing her vaginal opening completely.
"Keep that hole wide open! Hands off!"
"H-hiii..."
As the men pulled her legs with all their strength, her vaginal canal stretched taut, revealing the plump, donut-like cervix at its deepest end.
Her tight cervix pulsed, opening and closing in sheer terror.
The steaming spout of the kettle was aimed directly at her exposed groin.
Paralyzed with fear, her urethra gave way, and a stream of yellow urine trickled out.
"Look at this fucking bitch pissing herself."
"Just like a typical female."
"What's being a female got to do with it?"
"Females and beasts are basically the same thing. You know how beasts mark their territory with piss? It's just like that."
"Makes sense."
The men chatted casually as they prepared to finish the job.
The kettle tilted.
"Oppa!! My cunt! It's super tight! I swear it feels fucking amazing to ride??!"
Min-a babbled hysterically, completely consumed by terror.
"Please... my cunt! If it gets cooked, it won't be tight anymore, so please save my cunt! Please save my cunt!!"
But the bums paid her no mind.
"Please, Oppas... don't boil my cunt... don't pour boiling water on it... please save my cunt..."
Even hanging upside down with blood rushing to her head, Min-a begged desperately.
The bums ignored her.
The kettle tilted further, and boiling water poured directly onto her plump cervix.
"Kyaaaaah!!!!"
Min-a's high-pitched, blood-curdling scream pierced the air.
Her vaginal opening, pulsing in agony and shock, exhaled thick plumes of steam like an incense burner.
The world hadn't always been this way.
It all traced back to a few years ago.