The Harvest of the Defiled Womb
"Name: Park Min-a... Let's see... Her medical records..."
Young-ho frowned as he pulled up Min-a's medical history on his tablet.
Under normal circumstances, ethical and legal boundaries would strictly prohibit a third party from accessing an individual's private medical history without consent.
But Min-a had already undergone **Human Rights Deprivation**.
Human ethics and laws no longer applied to her.
The only ethics Min-a could claim now were the basic tenets of 'animal welfare'—the kind of pity reserved for a lab rat being brutally dissected by a pair of latex-gloved hands inside a transparent cage.
Regarding the sudden collapse of these ethical and legal frameworks, a journalist had once written with biting cynicism:
This self-deprecating logic was, surprisingly, applied directly to reality.
Under the simple conclusion of 'We never followed those rules anyway, so who cares if we throw them out now?' the medical laws protecting **Yeochuk** were ruthlessly incinerated.
"Let's see... Her abortion history..."
As Young-ho scrolled down the records, his face twisted in disgust.
"Fucking hell, what a piece of work."
"Is something the matter, Doctor?" Pastor Kang asked, noticing Young-ho's sudden change in demeanor.
"Look at this... Just look at this."
"'Induced abortion'... What does that mean?" Pastor Kang asked, squinting at the English medical terminology on the screen.
"It means... *sigh*... an abortion."
"And that number three next to it...?"
"This bitch had three abortions."
"Wow, seriously..."
"I've heard plenty about how loose girls are these days, but I didn't realize it was this bad."
"Haven't you seen even worse cases, Pastor?"
"I have, but still, I can never quite get used to it."
"Is her cunt a vagina or a cum dumpster? Fucking bitches living like this is exactly why they get slapped with **Human Rights Deprivation**."
"I'm just glad the country has finally set itself straight."
"Exactly. A Pilates instructor, was it? She probably worked the brothels, switched jobs, and planned to hook some rich guy to secure her future. With a uterus that's been scraped clean three times, any kid she popped out would've been defective anyway... If the state hadn't stepped in, she would've ruined some poor bastard's life."
"Indeed. Modern women have no shame. They treat their cunts like a dumpster for semen, and then they completely change their faces to play innocent. What do the young folks call that these days? Ah, my vocabulary is a bit outdated..."
"A **Stop Lurker**."
"Ah, yes! A **Stop Lurker**. That's exactly what she was."
Young-ho continued chatting with Pastor Kang as he scrolled further down the medical records.
His eyes scanned the final lines of the file.
"It's probably pointless, but let's run a quick check anyway."
Young-ho snapped his latex gloves tight and pulled out a medical device—a long, thick metal syringe connected to a bundle of wires.
It was a hysteroscope.
In the current Republic of Korea, citizens are encouraged to report any abuse or disposal of women who lack legal guardians or guarantors—collectively classified as **Yeochuk**—to the local government offices.
The reason was simple:
"Her uterus is probably in no condition to be used for surrogacy, but the manual says we have to check..."
...to dispatch a doctor who could determine their utility.
If the uterus was in good condition, the state would confiscate the woman to use her as a surrogate mother.
If the uterus was damaged but her genetics were favorable, she would be used strictly for egg harvesting.
"Spread your legs, Min-a."
"Ngh... ghff..." Min-a let out a muffled, broken whimper.
Young-ho grabbed Min-a's ankles with a deceptively gentle touch.
Completely drained of strength from the relentless abuse, Min-a's legs offered no resistance, parting wide and limp.
"Looks like she's completely hairless down there."
"Not naturally hairless... Looking at the faint stubble, she got a wax."
"A wax? So she was living her life constantly ready for sex?"
One of the district office employees chimed in, recalling a tidbit he'd heard: 'Women usually get waxed to reduce friction during intercourse.'
"Exactly. These modern bitches are so sex-crazed they'll rip out their own pubic hair just to make it smoother for a dick."
"Not a single one of them is sane."
"Why else do you think their abortion rates and STD statistics were through the roof before the world changed?"
Young-ho clicked the hysteroscope's light on and off a few times to check its operation.
"Hold her legs. Spread them as wide as they'll go."
"Look at how easily she opens up. She's like a damn ballerina," the district employee snickered as he pinned her legs down.
The district employees snickered as they held her down.
"Yes, keep them right there..."
Young-ho shoved a long speculum deep into Min-a's vagina.
Squeezing the handle with all his might, he cranked it open, stretching her tight vaginal walls to their absolute limit.
"Mghf."
A choked gasp escaped Min-a's mouth, which was still stuffed with her own severed breast.
Her plump labia majora parted like eyelids, revealing the pale pink flesh of her vaginal canal gaping open.
Young-ho clicked on a penlight and shone it inside.
"This bitch must've been a great ride. Pastor, you hit the jackpot today."
Young-ho poked and prodded Min-a's vaginal walls with a long cotton swab, appraising her like a piece of meat.
She had spent her twenties addicted to one-night stands and dating apps, serving as a cum dumpster for alpha males.
With that level of promiscuity, one would expect her vaginal lining to be worn completely smooth.
Yet, as if proving the resilience of the human body, Min-a's vaginal walls were lined with a grotesque density of tight, intricate ridges.
"Ngh... mghf...!"
Every time the cotton swab brushed against her hyper-sensitive flesh, her vaginal walls twitched and spasmed.
"Mmmgh... nnh..."
The tight ridges writhed like tiny tentacles, and a milky discharge, stimulated by the sheer terror and anticipation of violation, pooled between the folds before trickling out of her opening.
"I'll check the inside of her uterus now."
Young-ho held out his hand for the hysteroscope.
One of the employees placed the device into his palm.
Young-ho pushed the scope deep into her canal, plunging it straight through her pink, donut-shaped cervix.
As the thick scope breached the center of her cervix and forced its way into her uterine cavity—
"Nghhhggh! Ggghhh-mfffff!"
Min-a's jaw clamped shut in a violent spasm.
The severed breast stuffed in her mouth was crushed between her teeth, oozing a discolored mixture of fat and bodily fluids down her chin.
Her pupils dilated to pinpricks from the sheer agony, tears streaming relentlessly from her eyes.
"Mmmgh?! Mfffff?!"
Whether she thrashed in agony, struggled against the district employees holding her legs, or leaked fluids from her violated canal, Young-ho paid her no mind.
"As expected, her uterus is..."
Young-ho calmly proceeded with his examination.
On the monitor, the actual uterine lining revealed by the scope was far from the smooth, pink wall most people imagined.
To secure a fertilized egg, the uterine wall was covered in a dense forest of pale pink, velvety villi, resembling the lining of the small intestine.
While a layman would find it impossible to spot any abnormalities amidst the dense tissue, Young-ho, who had examined countless **Yeochuk**, immediately identified the issue.
"It's completely useless."
Young-ho shook his head.
"Three abortions... I figured as much, but the tissue is totally ruined."
"To think she planned on getting married with a womb like that... What a demonic bitch," Pastor Kang spat in disgust.
Pastor Kang shook his head in disbelief.
"Yes, she's definitely unfit to be a surrogate. I'll just harvest her ovaries, and you gentlemen can dispose of the 'rest' however you see fit."
Young-ho made his proposal to Pastor Kang.
To Young-ho, a woman's true value lay solely in her uterus and ovaries; the rest of her was merely a highly stimulating, disposable sack of meat.
"Understood. Thank you, Doctor."
"Don't mention it. Thanks to your diligent reporting, our job is much easier."
With a wet squelch, Young-ho yanked the scope out of Min-a's cervix.
"Now then..."
Young-ho's hand clamped brutally onto her lower abdomen, which was lean and toned from years of Pilates.
Her slender abdominal muscles, slick with sweat and blood, heaved in shallow, rapid gasps.
He pressed his hand firmly just above her pubic bone, right where her uterus was located.
Thanks to her long legs, her slender, elongated **Y-zone** was squeezed and distorted under his clinical, unfeeling grip.
He kneaded the flesh of her slim pelvic area, searching for a specific organ.
Her uterus—specifically, her ovaries.
"Ngh?! Ggghhh?!"
Young-ho's fingers located the firm, muscular mass of her uterus.
Deftly manipulating his fingertips, he began to push and drag her ovary up against the thin abdominal wall.
It was a barbaric method that would never be used in a proper medical procedure, but it didn't matter.
Once her ovaries were harvested, this woman would be marked as 'fully depleted.'
In his other hand, Young-ho held a thick, heavy syringe, aiming the needle directly between his pressing fingers.
Realizing what he was about to do, Min-a's eyes stretched wide with sheer terror.
"Ngh?! G-gghhh?! Mff?!"
She thrashed her head from side to side, fighting with every ounce of her remaining strength.
After a few violent twists, the severed breast stuffed in her mouth popped out with a wet gasp.
"No!!! My eggs!! Don't take my eggs!! Stop!!!"
Min-a screamed at the top of her lungs, her entire body writhing in desperate resistance.
"Quiet her down," Young-ho said flatly.
"Gack! Gehh!"
The district employees rained brutal blows down on her body, carefully avoiding her lower abdomen.
"I said no!!! Please!! Don't take my eggs!! I beg you!! No!!!"
Despite the beating, Min-a's desperate screams did not stop.
"Brace yourself. This is going to hurt like hell."
But her exhausted, battered body was easily pinned down once more.
With a mocking smirk, Young-ho plunged the thick needle straight into her lower abdomen.
"N-No!! AAAAGHHH!"
Like an oil drill piercing the earth, the needle forced its way through her thin skin, tearing through muscle, fat, and finally puncturing her ovary.
"Please... *sob*... don't take my ovaries... I'm too young... *sob*... I don't want to go through menopause... I don't want forced menopause... Please..."
Min-a wept and begged, her voice cracking into a pathetic, childlike wail.
But Young-ho ignored her, clinically pulling back the plunger of the syringe.
"KYAAAAAAAHHH!"
Min-a shrieked in agony as the follicular fluid was violently sucked from her ovary.
Along with the fluid, her tiny eggs were drawn out like fish roe, traveling up the needle and settling inside the barrel of the syringe.
"Ugh... *hic*... nooo!! Give them back!! Give me back my eggs!!!"
Min-a sobbed hysterically like a toddler.
She wailed and thrashed, shaking her disheveled hair like a madwoman, but Young-ho simply opened his medical cooler with practiced indifference.
As the lid of the medical cooler opened, a thick cloud of white vapor from the liquid nitrogen billowed out.
He carefully placed the syringe inside the freezing chamber.
"By the way, what do you do with those eggs?" Pastor Kang asked.
"Oh, these? They're used for infertile couples who can't conceive... or they get exported. What do they call it, the Korean Wave? K-pop? Apparently, there's a huge demand for Korean eggs overseas these days because of that."
"Bitches who never contributed a single thing to this country in their lives finally end up serving the state with their bodies," Pastor Kang chuckled.
"But... well, if she's a slut who's had three abortions, wouldn't her genetics be trash? Won't she produce some stupid, brain-dead kid?" Pastor Kang added after a brief pause.
"Ah, that? Well, yes... but look at her hips and breasts. Actually, this is a secret, but there's a rumor the government is breeding them to be used as state-sanctioned **cock-houses**."
"As **cock-houses**?"
"Yes, like pets for unmarried men. It hasn't been officially announced yet, so keep it under wraps."
"I suppose so. Looking at her tits and hips, any kid grown from her eggs will probably feel just as good to ride once they're fully grown."
Pastor Kang snickered, then turned his gaze to Min-a.
"Sucks to be you, Min-a. Your descendants are destined to be sex slaves for generations."
He sneered at her, whispering the mockery so only she could hear.