Branded and Broken
"Ha... stop moving, will you?"
The heavily tattooed man said to Jia, his hands moving with irritation.
In his hand was a machine with a small needle buzzing rapidly—bzzzzzt.
Every time the needle moved, a black line was drawn right above Jia's pubic mound.
The machine was a tattoo gun, and the design he was inking was a womb tattoo with spread wings.
"It... it hurts a little..."
Jia grimaced and squirmed her legs at the raw, unfamiliar pain of a needle piercing the skin right above her slit.
With every twitch of her legs, her slender Y-zone between her hips writhed.
"I said stay still, ajumma."
"A-Ajumma...?"
Like a demon having its true name invoked, or an exorcist's holy mantra, the word ajumma caused extreme emotional distress to any woman of the Republic of Korea.
It was, without a doubt, the most effective weapon to subdue a Pyodok-Hanyeo.
At that word, Jia's brow furrowed for a split second, a flash of her old toxic defiance flickering in her eyes—
"I'm sorry."
But it quickly died out.
Following the coup, the world had shifted to treating women exactly as they deserved, completely abolishing female human rights.
Right after the world changed, there were still some women who couldn't read the room and tried to act all toxic and entitled.
However, once they were subjected to Physical Therapy—a breakthrough in 21st-century medical science consisting primarily of clubs and fists—their toxicity melted away like snow.
Of course, in some cases, like with Jia's parents, unfit guardians prevented proper treatment from being administered.
"Sis, why did you look at him like that just now?"
In those cases, qualified medical technicians were assigned to perform rather extreme procedures, such as 'one-shot (bullet) therapy,' 'acupuncture (blade) therapy,' or 'reincarnation therapy.'
Fortunately, thanks to the devoted efforts of these medical technicians, many women who showed no signs of improvement were cured and reborn as new beings—namely, flesh toilets and Yeochuk.
In Jia's case, thanks to Jihun's tear-inducing efforts, her condition was showing significant improvement.
"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please forgive me, Jihun!!"
Now that her toxicity was cured, she was finally capable of expressing an apology.
In the past, even when these worthless, cockless bitches did something wrong, they would never dream of saying "I'm sorry" or "My apologies." At best, they would offer a roundabout, cliché phrase like "It is regrettable." That was the typical behavior of women in the old Republic of Korea.
But now, she could actually admit her faults with her own mouth. It was truly the most brilliant achievement and triumph of modern medical practitioners.
"Oh, for fuck's sake..."
However, it seemed her lower half still required a great deal of treatment.
Triggered by her PTSD, Jia shrieked and pissed herself like a dog.
"Sigh... it got on my hand..."
The tattooist, Oh Mansang, casually wiped the urine from his hand onto Jia's face.
As the sour stench of urine smeared across her face, Jia's expression twisted in disgust, but—
"Sis."
"Heh... hehe... I'm sorry for peeing..."
At Jihun's warning, Jia forced the corners of her mouth up into a trembling smile.
"I apologize."
Jihun politely apologized on her behalf.
"I only recently acquired her, so she hasn't been properly trained yet."
He added an explanation.
"Tsk... I know women are naturally low-IQ, but isn't this a bit much? She can't even control her bladder..."
At Jihun's polite apology, the tattooist's expression softened slightly as he continued.
"Yeah. She went to a prestigious university and worked at a major corporation, but look at her now."
"Is that so?"
"I guess a woman's intelligence has nothing to do with her college or job. It was all just playing house to them anyway, wasn't it?"
"True. No matter how successful a woman gets, she doesn't actually contribute anything. It just inflates the price of her cunt."
"Tsk, you've got a long way to go, boss."
"Yeah. Taming a bitch who used to think she was hot shit is no easy task."
Jihun and the tattooist casually exchanged these degrading remarks.
"Heh... hehe..."
Even during this, Jia desperately rolled her eyes back and forth, her facial muscles twitching into a pathetic, retarded grin to avoid upsetting either of them.
Though her mouth was smiling, her eyes were brimming with tears of sheer terror.
"Exactly. In times like this, it's best to do what I did."
"What did you do, boss?"
Intrigued by the tattooist's words, Jihun asked.
"I'm raising one myself."
The tattooist chuckled and pulled out a remote control from the side of the table.
The moment his finger pressed the button—
"Aaaaargh!!!"
A blood-curdling shriek echoed, followed by a loud clattering sound from outside.
"What's taking her so long?"
He waited for a moment, but when she didn't appear, he pressed the button again.
"Aaaah!!!"
Another shrill scream pierced the air.
"You want me to press it again?!"
"I'm sorry! I'm coming in now! I'll crawl! I'm crawling right now, so I'm sorry! Please, please don't press it..."
Following the tattooist's threat, a young woman's voice pleaded from outside the door.
Strangely, however, the voice came not from eye level, but from the floor.
After a wet, dragging sound and a series of thuds, the door opened, and only then did Jihun understand why.
The door swung wide open.
"Ugh... uuugh..."
A woman collapsed onto the floor inside.
"Did you call, Master?"
With her belly and breasts pressed flat against the floor, she looked up at the tattooist.
"You've been slow lately, haven't you?"
The tattooist glared at her, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Hieeeek?! I'm sorry! I'll crawl faster next time! I'll crawl much harder like the worthless insect-cunt I am!!"
Convulsing with terror, she slammed her forehead against the floor over and over again. Thud, thud.
The woman's appearance was shocking.
"She doesn't have any arms or legs?"
With no limbs, she looked like a human seesaw balancing on her stomach, bobbing up and down as she bashed her head against the ground.
"Yeah. If a bitch starts getting cocky, there's a company that handles this for you. Here, let me give you their card."
The tattooist handed over a business card.
Specialized Female Livestock Processing & Modification
[Amputation • Conditioning • Custom Packaging]
That was the name printed on the card.
"Apparently, they used to be some kind of livestock research institute in North Korea. After reunification, they had no way to make a living, so they repurposed their technology and branched out into a 'similar' field."
"You mean women?"
"Yeah. Basically livestock."
"Hmm... how much does it cost?"
Jihun asked, looking rather intrigued.
"Ah... ahh... no... please no..."
Realizing this meant her own limbs could be severed tomorrow, Jia babbled helplessly, paralyzed by sheer terror.
"It's about ... won."
"That's a bit pricey..."
Hearing the price, Jihun fell into deep thought.
Since he had acquired Jia's human rights, all of her assets had been transferred to his name.
Since Jia used to earn a hefty salary, she had a substantial amount of savings accumulated in her bank account.
"What do you think, Sis? You don't really need your arms and legs, do you?"
Jihun asked Jia as he pondered the idea.
He casually kneaded her soft breasts as he spoke.
Jia's breasts, soft on the outside but firm and elastic underneath, were as addictive to squeeze as a fidget toy.
"I... I need them! I need them! I really need my arms and legs!!"
Jia gasped in absolute horror, pleading desperately.
"Why are you so freaked out? They're just limbs. They're only in the way anyway. Let's just get them cleanly sliced off while we're at it."
Finding her reaction amusing, Jihun teased her on purpose.
"No! I need them! I'm telling you... I need my arms and legs... hic..."
Tears streamed down Jia's face.
"Then tell me why you need them."
"I... hic... ugh... I need them to hold different positions when I have sex with you, Jihun... and I have to give you handjobs... and... and... with my feet! Yes, my feet! Have you ever had a footjob? I heard it's incredibly hot! And... and... uuuuh..."
Sobbing, Jia babbled incoherently, desperately arguing why her limbs were absolutely necessary.
"Fine, we'll cut them off later. It seems you still have some use for them."
"Thank you... thank you so much... thank you..."
Relieved by Jihun's postponement, Jia wiped away her tears.
"But you still have to be punished for pissing yourself, right? What kind of punishment should I give you?"
"U-Use my cunt! You can creampie my cunt as much as you want!"
"We do that every day. Hmm... what do you think would be a good punishment, boss?"
He tossed the question over to the tattooist.
"Well, if it were me..."
The tattooist pondered for a moment.
"How about we put a tattoo on her face?"
"Oh, that sounds great."
"M-My face...? Not my face..."
"You don't have a say in this, Sis, so shut up."
Jihun coldly dismissed Jia's pleas.
"What kind of tattoo?"
"I've got just the thing."
The tattooist grinned.
"Kyaaa!"
He grabbed the hair of the limbless woman who had crawled in earlier and yanked her up.
Her body was lifted into the air, her limbless torso squirming helplessly.
On her exposed face—
"It looks just like a runaway slave brand."
Several hideous tattoos were inked across her skin.
Degrading labels like Cunt, Whore, Cock-house, and Flesh Toilet decorated her face.
"Let's go with that, then."
Jihun gave his approval.
"Alright. Where should I put it..."
"Put it on her forehead. Just high enough that she can hide it if she lets her bangs down."
"I guess you really haven't had her for very long?"
"Yeah."
"Once you get bored of that, you can make it bigger. Or you can go for the amputation I mentioned earlier. Actually, they even do full body modification these days."
"Body modification?"
"Yeah, like blowing her tits up to the size of watermelons..."
"That sounds good too."
Jihun and the tattooist casually chatted, exchanging tips.
A moment later—
"Not my face... please, not my face!! Aaaaargh!!!"
Jia struggled, her eyes brimming with tears.
But then—
"You want me to carve it into your eyes instead?"
The tattooist thrust the buzzing needle of the tattoo gun right in front of her eyes, and Jia fell dead silent.
"Hic... sob..."
In the heavy silence, only the sound of Jia's muffled sobbing and the mechanical buzz of the tattoo gun carving into her face could be heard.
And just like that, Jia—
"You did a beautiful job."
Was gifted two brand-new tattoos on her forehead: Little Brother's Exclusive Cock-house and Flesh Toilet Bitch.