Pilates Instructor Park Min-a: Uterus Tanghulu - End
"Ah... ah-gya... g-gyaa..."
Min-a lay there with her legs pried wide apart, her prolapsed uterus hanging between her thighs like a grotesque tail turned inside out.
Coated in sugar that was beginning to harden into a pale white crust, the prolapsed organ looked like a ruined, half-baked donut.
"G... g-guh... g-g-g..."
Every time Min-a shuddered, the prolapsed uterus—its scorched, dark-red mucous membrane splotched with patches of white sugar—trembled along with her.
"Min-a, hurry up and choose. Tits? Belly? Legs? Hmm?"
The man scooped up another batch of melted sugar into the bucket and sloshed it over Min-a's body, showing it to her.
"G-Gya... g-gya..."
But Min-a didn't answer, only letting out short, hiccuping gasps of agony.
"Fuck, hurry up and pick. My arms are getting tired."
The man was starting to lose his patience.
"You want me to pour this right on your fucking face?"
He tilted the bucket toward Min-a's face.
"K-Kuh... k-guh..."
Min-a remained silent.
"This fucking bitch really doesn't listen."
The man tipped the bucket slightly.
A single droplet of melted sugar, nearly 200 degrees Celsius, dripped down and landed squarely on Min-a's cheek.
"Gyaaa... ah-gyaaaaaaahk!!!!!!!"
The molten sugar sizzled as it seared through her cheek, slowly trickling down the side of her face.
It only stopped once it pooled beneath her chin.
Along the path of that sugary trail, the flesh was cooked to the bone, dying instantly from a severe third-degree burn.
A jagged line of blisters and charred flesh erupted along the length of the burn.
"Retarded bitch."
"Should've listened when we were talking to you, fucker."
"Hey, what was that... that character from the Batman movie..."
"Doesn't she look like Two-Face? That guy."
The men laughed and mocked her, thoroughly amused by the sight of the sugar hardening on Min-a's ruined face.
In truth, her face wasn't quite that badly destroyed yet.
After all, 'food' is eaten with the eyes as much as the mouth.
If the face is completely ruined, it spoils the appetite and the overall experience.
"H-Heeg... h-hic... nooo... nooo... I don't want to... my face... my face..."
Though the burn was confined to one side of her cheek, to Min-a, the agony felt as if her entire face had been melted off.
Believing the men's words that half her face was completely gone, she thrashed in a blind panic, screaming incoherently.
"Min-a, you want us to fuck up the other side of your face too?"
"Nooo... h-heeg... ah... ah... no... I don't want my face ruined... please don't fuck up my face..."
"Then where's it gonna be? Belly? Tits? Legs?"
"H-Heeg... h-hic..."
Min-a refused to answer again.
"You want me to rip your cunt out?"
Another man grabbed her prolapsed uterus and gave it a couple of sharp tugs.
"Ah... ah-gyaahk!! Ahhk!!!"
The agonizing shock of having her heavily burned, prolapsed uterus violently yanked nearly made her black out.
"See? This is the perfect vending machine for getting answers out of bitches."
The man snickered, mocking her.
"You fucking cunt, legs? Belly? Tits?"
"L-Legs... legs... legs..."
Min-a chose the part she thought would hurt 'the least.'
But since her entire body was destined to become a Uterus Tanghulu anyway, the choice was utterly meaningless.
"Gya... gyaaaahk!! Ah-gyaaaahk!!!"
The boiling sugar coated her legs.
"Ah... ah-gya... n-guh... g-buhb..."
Her tits, her belly, her arms...
Her entire body was coated, section by section.
"Ah... gya-gyak... ga-gyak..."
Every time the molten sugar cascaded down her skin, her flesh cooked to a raw, angry red.
The sticky syrup hardened, fusing directly to her skin.
"Ah... aahk... ah-gyaaahk!! E-guuuhk!!!"
The searing heat penetrated deep into her flesh, killing every nerve ending in its path as she shrieked from the excruciating, burning pain.
Wherever the sugar touched, the dead dermis wept fluids, erupting in massive blisters.
As the heavy, hardened sugar slid off her body under its own weight, it peeled away the thin outer layers of her skin along with it.
Beneath the stripped skin, the pale, raw dermis was laid bare.
A slick, glistening coat of bodily fluids seeped from the raw flesh, adding a mouthwatering sheen to her body.
And then...
"Ah... aahk... aaaahk!! Mommy! It's hot!! It's too hooooot!!!"
More molten sugar was poured over the newly exposed, raw dermis.
The 200-degree heat clung directly to her raw flesh.
Her entire body was dying.
As the superficial nerves cooked and the initial pain began to numb,
the collapsed tissue on the surface began to compress and irritate the deeper nerves underneath.
Every time the agony burrowed deeper, the pain multiplied exponentially.
"Ah... a-ah... ah... k-kill me... kill me... please k-kill me..."
Just as Pastor Kang had said, Min-a was now begging to be sent to 'God's side.'
Watching this, the homeless men thought:
'To make a filthy, promiscuous whore like her repent... Pastor Kang really is filled with the Holy Spirit!'
'As expected, bitches only repent when you beat them!'
They realized this truth once more.
A moment later,
Min-a's entire body was encased in a thick, white crust of hardened sugar.
With the thick sugar icing blanketing her splotchy, cooked red-and-white flesh, she looked like a delicious cake.
To be precise, she was a 'living cake'—or rather, a human tanghulu.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Though the nerves across her entire body had been scorched, unfortunately for Min-a, they hadn't all died.
The surviving nerves, tangled like threads within her seared flesh, tortured her brain with a level of pain that shattered her sensory threshold.
Every ounce of her brain's processing power was consumed by the sheer magnitude of the pain.
To keep her barely alive, a tiny fraction of her remaining nervous system struggled to send signals to her diaphragm.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah@!(#&"
Each time the brain's erratic commands reached her diaphragm, Min-a gasped for air in short, hiccuping spasms.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.
Every shriek collapsed, losing its consonants and dissolving into raw vowels.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Her screams were no longer screams; they had degenerated into a pathetic, ugly noise.
"Quite a sight."
"You like it, Min-a? You're a tanghulu now."
"They say girls these days are absolutely crazy for tanghulu. Why is that, anyway?"
One of the homeless men asked Pastor Kang.
"Oh, that? It's because their lives are completely degenerate. They wake up and have sex, they go to sleep and have sex. And is that all? Diet pills, luxury goods... normal stimulation doesn't do anything for them anymore, so even their food has to be extreme. Like malatang or tanghulu."
Pastor Kang, like the 'educated man' he was, offered a highly insightful explanation.
"Ah, I see."
"As expected of the Pastor."
The homeless men marveled at Pastor Kang's spirit-filled response.
"I wonder if a bitch like this can even go to heaven."
"Haha, no matter how great the sinner, they can enter heaven if they repent. And since we have cleansed her so thoroughly with fire, God will surely forgive her."
Pastor Kang replied with a benevolent expression.
No matter how promiscuous a woman's life had been, she could be forgiven if she suffered just as Jesus did on the cross.
That was Pastor Kang's core philosophy.
Therefore, Pastor Kang and his homeless followers had put immense religious effort into saving these stray lambs through various methods: beatings, impalement, burning, rape, humiliation, and torture.
These efforts had become a sensation online, earning Pastor Kang and his followers widespread praise from society as dedicated ministers working tirelessly in the harshest conditions.
In any case, Pastor Kang and the homeless men exchanged pleasantries while waiting for the sugar to fully harden.
A long while later,
"Now, let's eat!"
Pastor Kang clapped his hands, signaling the start.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Min-a's mind was completely gone, her vacant eyes staring blankly as she continued her rhythmic, involuntary gasps.
And as the men began to peel the hardened sugar off Min-a's skin—
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh@&*!($&*!%"
The intervals between her hiccuping screams grew shorter, and the volume spiked.
"Ahhhhhh..."
The caramelized crust and her skin peeled away together with the sugar.
With every movement of the homeless men's hands, her skin was stripped away like clothing.
With her skin gone, the raw, crimson muscle layers of her entire body were exposed.
True to her background as a Pilates instructor, even though she had lost some volume with her skin stripped off, her body still boasted firm, taut curves.
Especially,
"These tits are fucking hot."
Where the skin of her breasts had been peeled away, round, yellowish layers of fat were exposed.
It looked as if a red-skinned person was wearing a yellow bra.
"Ahhhhh..."
Regardless of her screams, the men began to taste the sugar-coated flesh they held in their hands.
"This is a really unique taste..."
"It's fatty, but the texture is great..."
"Is this sweet and salty? There's definitely a salty kick to it."
They savored the flavor, chewing slowly on the tanghulu made from Pilates instructor Min-a.
The layers of fat torn away with the skin mashed between their teeth, releasing a rich, savory umami flavor.
The bodily fluids, once trapped alongside sweat and sebum in her skin, released lingering pheromones that filled their mouths.
It was as if...
"It satisfies both hunger and lust at the same time."
A bizarre flavor that simultaneously satisfied both gluttony and lust.
Even with the skin stripped from her entire body, unfortunately, Min-a was still not dead.
Humans do not die so easily.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Like a scene from a depraved snuff film, Min-a's skinless body writhed and twitched pitifully on the floor.
With every spasm, a mixture of cloudy, watery fluids and red blood seeped from her raw flesh, dripping onto the floor.
With her skin completely gone, her body could no longer retain moisture.
Left like this, Min-a would eventually die of dehydration.
Slowly, and in agonizing pain.
"Let's do a few more rounds."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!@*#&*@"
At Pastor Kang's command, the homeless men swarmed Min-a once more.
They shoved their fists inside her to force the prolapsed uterus back into her body.
They kneaded her exposed muscles and nerves, savoring the firm, Pilates-toned muscle tissue with their palms.
"Feels like she's covered in lube."
Slick fluids oozed from her muscles, coating the homeless men's hands.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh..."
Abused and tortured, Min-a slowly withered away.
It took several more days for the completely skinless Min-a to finally die.
Her cause of death was neither shock nor blood loss, but severe dehydration.
"Ah... ah... ah... ah..."
Min-a died slowly, in agonizing pain.
Only after she died did a government official arrive to deliver the news that her Human Rights Deprivation had been issued in error.
Of course,
"Three abortions? She deserved to die anyway, didn't she?"
"Bitch deserved it."
Though the homeless men muttered such things, there was a vast difference between 'deserving to die' and actually being dead.
Min-a's death was merely a minor administrative error.
Afterward, Min-a's parents posted a polite apology online: 'We deeply apologize for failing to raise our daughter properly and causing so much trouble to the government officials and everyone else involved.'
Min-a's death was utterly, completely in vain.
Regardless, the Yeochuk world of reversed Korean men remains "peaceful" today.
Part 2: Pilates Instructor Park Min-a - End.
