A Scholar's Etiquette
“Can we spin it now, Pastor?”
“Ah, just wait a moment, I said.”
The homeless men urged him, but the pastor remained stubborn.
“Pastor... *hic*... please spare me... please save me...”
“This fucking bitch keeps on!”
“Aaah!”
In the midst of this, Park Min-a, lacking any sense of self-preservation, opened her mouth again and invited another beating.
“They say dried pollack and women must be beaten once every three days to improve their quality, but it seems some wenches in this world require a thrashing once every three seconds.”
“Ah, so there was something even Schoolmaster Park did not know.”
“Haha, is it not the duty of a true scholar to never cease his studies?”
The man addressed as Schoolmaster Park by Pastor Kang put on airs, acting thoroughly self-important.
Schoolmaster Park had once run a traditional etiquette school and a hanok guesthouse in Cheonghak-dong.
But one day, a misfortune occurred: a female college student stayed at his hanok guesthouse wearing dolphin shorts that exposed the soft under-curves of her buttocks.
Schoolmaster Park was inevitably forced to rape her, and following this minor incident, he was prosecuted.
Fortunately, not long after his indictment, the world turned upside down, allowing him to escape with a mere slap on the wrist.
However, rumors spread, his business went bankrupt, and Schoolmaster Park was reduced to a homeless man living on the streets.
"To walk abroad in short dolphin shorts, shamelessly exposing the flesh of one's buttocks—is this not a tacit declaration: 'I hereby surrender my bodily autonomy to any and all passersby'?"
"I merely sought to instill proper etiquette through intercourse upon a wench who behaved so immodestly. Yet, instead of submissively parting her thighs, she did nothing but weep and wail. Verily, the moral fiber of the Republic of Korea has fallen to the earth."
"What matters it if one utilizes a canal that is already far from virginal for the purpose of instilling proper decorum?"
Whenever he drank soju, Schoolmaster Park would spew these grievances to vent his pent-up rage.
To this, the other homeless men would praise him, saying, “As expected of the Schoolmaster, his wisdom is on another level,” and, “To think they punished a man for trying to educate an empty-headed wench instead of rewarding him—this country is truly going to ruin.”
They constantly flattered Schoolmaster Park in this manner.
“By the way, why does this bitch keep blubbering like this...”
Pastor Kang frowned as he watched Min-a, who was still sniffling.
“Are women not born with two mouths? It is only natural that they chatter incessantly like magpies.”
At Schoolmaster Park's reply, Pastor Kang fell into thought for a moment, then called out:
“President Yoon!”
He called over a homeless man whose body was skeletal, yet whose abdomen was grotesquely swollen like a monster's due to ascites from severe hepatitis.
“Yes, Pastor.”
“Now... why don't you tear that off and use it to plug her mouth?”
Pastor Kang pointed to the breast of the dead woman impaled on the pipe.
“Pardon? Such a waste...”
“Just think of it as tenderizing the meat with amylase.”
“If you say so, Pastor, then it must be so.”
At Pastor Kang's command, President Yoon shuffled toward the dead woman.
He grabbed the breast, which was already half-severed from its base and sagging down to her waist.
“Hup.”
With a grunt, he ripped it off.
The discolored fat and inelastic muscle stretched between President Yoon's hand and the dead woman's chest, pulling apart like thick, melted cheese.
Several mammary glands, swollen like grapes, fell to the ground one by one, coated in a milky fat that resembled the creamy filling of burrata cheese.
“Ah, what a waste.”
Holding the breast dripping with fat and bodily fluids in one hand, President Yoon picked up a fallen mammary gland with his other hand, popped it into his mouth, and bit down.
The concentrated pheromones inside the gland burst forth along with the fat, adding to the flavor.
“Min-a, open your trap—”
President Yoon thrust the severed breast right in front of Min-a's face.
“Hi... hieek...!!”
Min-a's pupils dilated with sheer terror, and the tears she had briefly managed to hold back came pouring down in torrents.
“Come on, just bite it quickly. You're only making this harder on yourself.”
“Hic... no... no... I can't bite dat...”
Min-a shook her head frantically from side to side, clenching her teeth shut.
“My, my, refusing such a delicacy...”
President Yoon savagely bit off a chunk of the breast, and—
“Now that's an interesting flavor...”
He savored the taste.
And then,
“See? You won't die from eating it. So keep it in your mouth.”
He thrust the breast in front of Min-a's face once more.
Along the sagging skin of the breast, fat and bodily fluids dripped down in a manner that was both grotesque and, to them, highly arousing.
“No... *hic*... no...”
As the pungent, slightly fermented smell wafted from the mass of flesh and pierced her nostrils, Min-a's terror spiked, and she began to wet herself.
“You fucking bitch...! Just!! Open your goddamn mouth, fuck!!”
One of the homeless men grabbed Min-a's cheeks with a brutal grip, trying to force her mouth open, but—
“No... I don't wanna!!!”
Min-a kept shaking her head like a stubborn child.
“Ah, hold on, let go of her. Let go for a second.”
Furious, President Yoon stopped the man who was holding her mouth.
*Did they give up?* A faint glimmer of hope flickered in Min-a's eyes.
“Pastor! The face is fair game, right?”
But shattering her hope instantly, President Yoon asked the pastor a bizarre question.
“Just don't kill her.”
With the pastor's permission granted,
“You know... I might look like this now, but I used to be the ace of the Bongcheon-dong early morning soccer club.”
President Yoon waddled back a few paces, his ascites-swollen belly sloshing.
And then, taking a powerful stride forward, he delivered a devastating soccer kick straight to Min-a's jaw.
“Aaaaargh!!!!”
Whether she had bitten her tongue or not, blood sprayed from her mouth.
“Ugh!! It hurtsh!! It hurtshhh!!!!”
Clutching her jaw, Min-a shrieked like a pig being slaughtered.
“Aaaah!! It hurtsh!!!!”
As if matching her pig-like screams, she thrashed and rolled around on the dirt floor like a beast.
Several of her teeth, knocked loose by the impact of the kick, lay scattered on the ground.
“Hey, Min-a.”
“Hieek... *hic*...”
“Ha...”
“Uh, Pastor? The tits are fine to mess up, right?”
“Just don't kill her. The only thing that matters is the amppong.”
“Understood.”
President Yoon raised his foot and stomped down hard on Min-a's breast as she lay rolling on her side.
“Squeeeaaak!!!!!”
Min-a's firm, voluptuous breast was crushed flat against the rough, uneven asphalt.
“Shtop it!! Pwease!!! No!!!!”
With her teeth knocked out, Min-a's screams came out as a slurred, lisping babble, the air escaping through the gaps in her gums.
“You fucking bitch, you're going to behave now, right??”
President Yoon sneered down at her, nodding his head.
Even as he spoke, he ground the heel of his shoe into her breast, twisting it back and forth.
“I underhtand!! I underhtand, so pwease!!!”
“Fine, I'll let you off for now.”
President Yoon lifted his foot.
“Hic... *hic*...”
Min-a clutched her breast, her body trembling violently from the lingering agony.
Her breast had been stomped on so brutally that the entire area was already turning a deep, blackish-blue.
The breast, which had once maintained a perfectly firm, plump shape like a fresh rice cake, was now slightly deformed from internal rupturing, stamped with the filthy, dark imprint of a shoe heel.
“Now, you're going to bite this and shut up, right?”
“Yeth... I'll bite it... the breahst... let me bite it...”
Min-a nodded weakly, parting her lips.
“Mmph...”
Soon, the severed breast held in President Yoon's grip was savagely stuffed into Min-a's mouth.
“Hng... mghhh...”
Under the pressure of being crammed into her mouth, the severed breast oozed its wet, fatty contents from the cut end.
“Hng... gh-?!”
The scent of slightly fermented fat and bodily fluids pierced her nose.
To men, it might have been a unique delicacy blending female pheromones and bodily fluids, but to a woman, it was nothing but a repulsive, nauseating stench.
Min-a felt bile rising in her throat, but she forced herself to endure it, her entire body shivering.
“Kiww me... pwease... kiww... kiww me...”
Min-a had finally shut up, but there was still another piece of female livestock who had yet to grasp the reality of her situation, continuing to babble.
“Make that wench shut up too.”
Disgusted by the grotesque groaning, Pastor Kang grimaced and ordered President Yoon once more.
“Yes, Pastor.”
President Yoon nodded, pulling out a short industrial utility knife from his waist.
And then, he grabbed the remaining breast of the dead woman and brutally sliced it off.
Where the woman's breast had once been, there was now only raw, bright red flesh exposing her ribs.
The woman's chest was completely flattened.
Now, the only thing proving she had ever been a woman was her hairless vulva, impaled by the iron pipe and oozing rotten, bloody pus.
Holding the other severed breast, President Yoon approached the woman who was still alive.
“Kiww me... pwease... me too... kiww m— mgh.”
The severed breast was stuffed into the mouth that had been chanting "kill me" with dead eyes.
Since she was already a half-corpse with zero strength left, the breast slipped into her mouth without any resistance.
“What a heartwarming sight between sisters.”
President Yoon snickered, mocking the woman who was now biting down on her own sister's breast.
“...”
The woman continued to shed tears with vacant, lifeless eyes.
Her body still had some physiological reflexes left, causing her to gag.
However, her failing stomach could not fully regurgitate its contents; instead, a yellowish, acidic bile simply dribbled weakly down the side of her lips, which were clamped around the severed breast.
Now, there was no more noise from the female livestock.
A moment later,
“Ah, here they come.”
As a large white van entered the redevelopment zone, Pastor Kang waved his hand in welcome.
The van pulled up right in front of Pastor Kang.
“Thank you for reporting this.”
A man wearing a white lab coat stepped out of the vehicle.
His name tag read: Kim Young-ho.
As a public health doctor, he was carrying out duties commissioned by the state.
“Oh, think nothing of it. It is only right for a man of God like myself to cooperate with state affairs so the nation can run smoothly.”
Pastor Kang smiled with a benevolent, friendly expression.
“So, where is the woman?”
Kim Young-ho looked around.
“That one has already been 'harvested'...”
Young-ho looked at the still-living woman impaled on the pipe, then—
“Ah, it must be that one over there.”
He looked at Min-a.
“Bring the equipment!”
He ordered the people inside the van.
They approached Min-a, carrying a large cooler and boxes filled with medical instruments.
“My... you've completely trashed her.”
“Ah, is that an issue?”
“No, it's not that, but just to be safe, please be careful with the uterus.”
“Understood. Don't you worry about a thing.”
Young-ho rummaged through the boxes while chatting casually with Pastor Kang.
“First, please set this down next to her...”
Young-ho held up a syringe with a needle nearly as thick as a toothpick.
This syringe was not meant for injecting anything.
It was meant for extraction.
And what they were extracting was—
“At a glance, her egg yield should be quite excellent.”
Her eggs.