The 'That Finger' Illustrator Gets Educated, Part 5
"Before you enter the detention cell, we need to check for hazardous materials. Put down all your belongings."
"Do... do I have to go in there too?..."
Hayan pointed at the detention cage—which looked more like a livestock pen—her face completely drained of color.
"What, did you think you were checking into a luxury hotel?"
Seongil sneered, utterly dumbfounded.
"Put your things down. We need to do this quickly."
"Where... where should I put them?"
"Just throw them on the floor."
Seongil smirked.
"It's not like you'll ever get them back anyway," he added.
"Hey, hurry the hell up."
When Hayan hesitated, completely lost, Seongil barked in frustration.
"Hey, lady, have you never traveled abroad? It's like airport security, for fuck's sake. Do it like that."
A man with a nametag that read Kim Taehyun chimed in from the side, pressuring her.
"I... I've never... never been abroad..."
"Sigh... Take off your padded coat and empty your pockets."
"And drop the purse. Are you on a fucking vacation?"
"Yes... Just... Just a moment, I'll take it off. I'll take it off."
The moment Hayan placed her handbag on the floor, Seongil kicked it far away.
"Ah... that's expensive..."
"What did you say, bitch?"
"Nothing."
"Keep emptying your pockets."
"Yes..."
Hayan trembled violently as she shook out her pockets.
Her wallet, crumpled receipts, and other scraps fluttered to the ground like snow.
When she took off her padded coat, she fumbled for a moment, confused by the sheer number of pockets.
"Why the fuck are you so slow?" Seongil muttered, his face twisted in irritation.
"She said she's never been abroad."
"I thought these bitches traveled abroad all the fucking time nowadays."
"Well, I guess there are some exceptions."
"Does it make any fucking sense for a bitch not to be crazy about traveling abroad? These cunts lose their goddamn minds the moment they see foreign dick."
Seongil spoke with utter disbelief, recalling internet articles about women who went on working holidays or overseas trips just to get their holes stretched out by foreigners.
He had even heard a story from someone nearby about a guy who divorced his wife because she gave birth to a black baby.
And apparently, the husband even had to pay alimony.
Under the pretext of the husband being at fault.
The official reason? 'Neglecting the wife until the marital relationship grew distant.'
It was a truly mad world.
To correct this insane world, men like Seongil had gathered to form the National Male Vanguard.
"Maybe her boyfriends were just really good simps? That guy from earlier looked loaded. Maybe he stuffed her cunt with so much cash she didn't even think about traveling..."
Even in this situation, Taehyun racked his brain to come up with a logical explanation for why a bitch might not have traveled abroad.
"Aren't you underestimating a woman's vanity? Once they take yellow dick, they want white dick. Once they take white dick, they want black dick. That's just how bitches are."
"I guess that's true..."
Having no way of knowing that Hayan was once a member of the online Fat Beard Brigade, the men debated back and forth in confusion.
Strictly speaking, the premise that women of the Republic of Korea were obsessed with overseas sex tourism was an immutable truth.
Therefore, trying to argue against an absolute truth naturally left them stumped.
Regardless, they continued their debate.
A moment later.
"I... I emptied everything," Hayan mumbled hesitantly to Seongil and Taehyun.
"Take off the coat."
Seongil pointed at the long padded coat still draped over Hayan's shoulders.
"But... it's a bit cold..."
"This bitch really thinks she's at a resort, doesn't she?"
"Want us to warm you up?"
"If we beat you like a dog, your blood will start pumping and you won't feel so cold."
Seongil and his crew barked threats at her.
"I'm sorry. I'll take it off. Sob..."
With tears welling in her eyes, Hayan slipped off her padded coat.
"Oh..."
"Damn, look at those tits..."
"Her hips aren't bad either, are they?"
The men gasped in admiration.
She was wearing a skin-tight white knit sweater. Because she had rushed out in a panic, she wasn't wearing a bra.
Through the loose weave of the thick yarn, her pink nipples and areolas were clearly visible.
And just like her bra, she had forgotten to wear a belt in her haste.
Her tight jeans sagged slightly, revealing a glimpse of her white panties clinging tightly to her hips and the mound of Venus just above her groin.
"Now, spread your arms."
While the men admired her body, Seongil picked up a metal detector and began scanning Hayan.
Even in this humiliating situation, Hayan's groin secreted a small amount of arousal fluid in response to the men's sexual harassment—or rather, sexual compliments.
"Turn around."
Without hiding his annoyance, Seongil tapped Hayan's body with the metal detector, paying special attention to her breasts.
Her plump breasts, buried beneath the white knit sweater, jiggled softly under the impact.
Thanks to her involuntary diet, which had miraculously spared her chest, Hayan's breasts remained remarkably heavy and full.
Then,
Beep— Beep— Beep—
The metal detector went off.
"What's this?"
"Hey, lady, I thought you said you emptied everything."
"Were you fucking lying to us?"
The men grew visibly agitated.
"N-No! I didn't hide anything!"
"Then what the fuck is this?"
Seongil swept the metal detector over the front of Hayan's jeans, right over her crotch.
"This... this is just..."
Suddenly realizing what it was, Hayan's face froze.
"Huh? What is it? Answer me."
Seongil poked the tip of the metal detector right into the deepest part of Hayan's Y-zone, pressing against her pubic mound.
Her soft, plump flesh yielded squishily under the hard tip of the detector.
"..."
Feeling a sharp, tingling sensation in her Y-zone, Hayan squirmed, crossing her legs as more fluid leaked out.
A dark, damp stain began to spread outward from the crotch of her jeans.
Fortunately for Hayan, the darkness of the night kept it from being too obvious.
"This won't do. We'll have to strip you to check."
"...piercing!..."
At Seongil's thunderous command, Hayan squeezed out a reply.
"What?"
"It's a pi..."
"Speak up, you fucking bitch. Speak clearly."
"Even if a cunt is basically livestock, you should still be able to speak human language."
"Do you think if you mumble like that, we'll feel sorry for you like those pathetic simps?"
Seongil's crew berated her, thoroughly annoyed by her attitude.
"It's a piercing," Hayan finally answered clearly, albeit reluctantly.
"A piercing?"
"Where?"
The men stirred.
"No way..."
And then, the realization hit them.
The location where the metal detector had beeped. It was undoubtedly...
"I have it... down there."
A genital piercing.
"Man... bitches these days are really something else..."
"I heard bitches would get tattoos and piercings anywhere if their boyfriends asked them to. I guess it was true."
"Fucking hell. They do all this shit and then pretend to be pure and innocent to find some clueless guy to pongpong off of."
"Do these cunts think their bodies are some kind of sketchpad?"
The men sighed deeply at this appalling sight, which flew in the face of traditional values in what used to be the polite society of the Republic of Korea.
A genital piercing.
The pure national spirit that had endured for five thousand years was being dragged through the mud by the moral decay of a mere woman. The men felt physically dizzy at this lamentable reality.
"Take them off."
And so, to restore the national spirit, Seongil decided to administer some "tough love" to Hayan.
"It really is just a piercing..."
"I said take them off, you fucking cunt."
Seongil's tone had shifted completely from half-hearted politeness to blatant, vulgar informality.
"I'm telling you, it's just a piercing."
"How the fuck are we supposed to know if it's a piercing or not without looking at it?"
"Take them off, you stupid bitch."
"I heard you bitches shove scissors up your cunts to get abortions. How do we know you didn't hide a weapon up there to stab us?"
"Exactly. You bitches walk around with weapons hidden inside your holes."
"Or do you want us to strip you ourselves, huh?"
"Actually, stripping her is too much work. Let's just burn her alive. Bring the gasoline."
"No! I'll take them off! I'll take them off!!"
Terrified by the word "gasoline," Hayan hurriedly began pulling down her jeans.
"I took them off. Sob..."
Hayan's jeans slid down, exposing her white panties.
The crotch of her panties was damp with arousal fluid, with faint yellow stains of dried urine visible.
"Clean yourself once in a while, you filthy bitch."
"Kyaah?!"
Seongil poked the yellow-stained area of her panties with the metal detector.
"But how the fuck are we supposed to know just by looking at this?"
"What, do you think we have psychic powers?"
"Take it all off."
"Sob..."
"Stop fucking crying, it's annoying as hell."
"Do you really want to get burned?!"
Taehyun threatened her, sloshing a jerrycan of gasoline he had brought from god-knows-where.
"I understand! I'm sorry! Please don't burn me! Please!"
Hayan sobbed as she pulled down her panties.
"Since you're at it, take off your top too."
"Yes... Yes... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
A moment later.
Hayan stood completely naked before Seongil and his men.
Embarrassed, she tried to cover her breasts and groin with her hands, but...
"Do you want me to chop your hands off?"
At Seongil's threat, she had no choice but to stand at attention.
"Damn, look at that posture. Perfectly straight."
"Bitches who can stand at attention this well throw a fucking fit just to get out of military service."
"Man, she stands at attention better than I did during basic training."
"...."
"Smile, you dumb bitch. Why aren't you smiling when we're praising you?"
"Thank you... Sob... Thank you for the compliment..."
Hayan sobbed continuously, forcing the corners of her mouth upward.
"Yeah, see? You look much better when you smile."
"Your face looked so toxic and entitled earlier, it pissed me off."
"But you look pretty when you smile."
The men praised her forced smile, each offering their own critiques of her body.
Hayan's body was generally slender, a pleasing hourglass figure with distinct curves.
Her breasts, in particular, had miraculously retained their size during her diet, remaining plump and full.
Rather than being dense with glandular tissue, they were soft and fatty, but because her ligaments were strong, they didn't sag.
Her areolas were slightly large but not unsightly, and her semi-inverted nipples, hardened by the cold, stood erect, showing off their cute pink tips.
The tiny milk ducts and pores on her areolas and nipples stood out like goosebumps.
And her pubic area was cleanly shaved, as if she had been waxed.
Looking slightly lower, near her labia...
"It really is a piercing."
A small hoop piercing was hooked through her labia majora.
"Your boyfriend made you do this, right?"
"Yes... Sob..."
"Stupid bitch... I swear, I will never understand women. You pierced your own pussy just because your boyfriend told you to?"
"He said he really wanted to see it..."
"The guy you were in the car with earlier?"
"Yes..."
"Fucking hell, these bitches act so high and mighty usually, but they're so uselessly obedient in front of their dick-masters."
"Well, that's just how livestock behaves."
"Exactly. They snap at strangers but wag their tails for their owners..."
"Women and livestock are pretty similar... Is that the right comparison?"
"Whatever, close enough."
"Anyway..."
"Sob... Hic..."
Seongil chatted with the other men while casually flicking and tugging at Hayan's piercing with his fingertips.
And then, when Hayan least expected it—
"KYAAAAAAAH!!!!"
He yanked the piercing with all his might.
The flesh of her labia majora tore, ripping out along with the metal hoop.
Though the piercing had been placed relatively shallowly, preventing a catastrophic tear, the sheer sensitivity of the area sent an indescribable, agonizing pain coursing through her entire body.
It was likely equivalent to having a piercing ripped out of a man's most sensitive parts.
"It hurts!! KYAAAAAAAH!!!!"
Clutching her bleeding groin with both hands, Hayan thrashed and rolled around on the ground.
The sleet that had begun to fall left dark patches where her body rolled, and her bright red blood stained the white snow like syrup on shaved ice.