A Righteous World
Jia squirmed on the floor like a caterpillar, wiping and licking up every drop of urine that had soiled Jihun's shoes.
Once she finished with the shoes,
"Aren't you going to clean up what you spilled on the floor?"
She had to use her tongue and hair to wipe up everything she had discharged onto the floor.
Swallowing the cold urine mixed with dirt and dust made her stomach feel bloated, but Jia continued to lick the floor desperately.
"Get up."
"Y-yes..."
Jia stood up hesitantly only after Jihun gave his permission.
Having been beaten and humiliated multiple times for raising her head without permission, she was still terrified to stand even when allowed.
"Hieek?!"
When Jihun raised his hand, Jia flinched in terror, pulling her shoulders tight.
"What are you doing?"
Jihun asked, his tone dripping with disbelief.
"Ah... I'm sorry."
Jia kept her head bowed low, casting cautious, submissive glances upward to read his expression.
"Fuck, you always make me look like the bad guy."
Jihun let out a dry chuckle and stroked Jia's hair.
"I was trying to pet you for doing a good job, but you act like I'm about to hit you. Huh?.."
As Jihun stroked her hair, he began to playfully tap and swat her head.
It wasn't a full blow, but it wasn't a gentle caress either—just hard enough to be deeply unpleasant. Yet, Jia—
"Yes, I'm sorry. No, thank you..."
She squirmed with a forced, submissive smile, slowly relaxing her tense shoulders.
No matter how clearly provocative his touch was, it was still infinitely better than being beaten or sexually violated.
A light slap to the head,
a finger poking her forehead hard enough to push her back,
an irritating tap on her cheek with his palm,
or a finger digging painfully into her stomach.
Before she knew it, Jia had been conditioned to feel relieved by these minor acts of physical abuse, thinking, At least it doesn't hurt that much.
Sometimes, she even felt a twisted sense of warmth or consideration in Jihun's actions, telling herself, I'm just glad he's not beating me.
One of Jihun's acquaintances had once observed this and remarked:
"Bitches have brains the size of walnuts. If you beat them and then show them a tiny bit of kindness, they mistake it for sweetness."
He had also added:
"Don't make the mistake of thinking a bitch is smart just because she went to a prestigious university or landed a good job. Just like a monkey mimicking a human, she's merely putting on a convincing imitation of what men do."
And finally:
"In other words, a woman is just a beast mimicking a human—a man. Just as humans must be governed by human laws, beasts must be ruled by the laws of beasts. And the most proper way to rule a beast is through violence and strict discipline."
Jihun had taken that advice to heart, applying it with great success to Jia's conditioning.
"Tsk. Let's go home."
"Y-yes..."
Jia took a step forward, keeping her eyes glued to Jihun's face.
Indeed, ruling her with violence had made her incredibly obedient.
Her bare feet were turning blue from the freezing floor, but Jihun refused to let her wear even a pair of socks.
In Jihun's eyes, women were creatures who only learned to appreciate things when they were utterly deprived of them.
However, he was willing to let her wear stockings in the near future.
Jihun had a soft spot for stockings worn without panties.
But—
"Fuck, you always find a way to do something stupid, don't you?"
"Kyaaa?!"
Jihun's knee slammed into Jia's back from behind, sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"W-why? Did I do something wrong?"
"Sigh..."
Jihun grimaced deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Who told a woman she could walk ahead of a man?"
Clearly, they still had a long way to go.
"I'm sorry..."
Jia submissively bowed her head and performed a naked dogeza.
As expected, naked dogeza had a broad appeal. When Jia demurely pushed her hips back and pressed her chest against the floor, several passersby stopped to take photos of her.
"Get up. Let's finally go home."
"Yes..."
Jia started walking again.
This time, she made sure not to take a single step ahead of Jihun.
She hesitantly tried to cover her breasts and groin with her hands, but—
"Straighten your back. Fuck, am I asking for the impossible here? Keep your hands off your body."
Jihun barked at her as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
"I'm sorry..."
"It's always 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' You're all talk."
"..."
Following Jihun's orders, Jia dropped her hands and began to walk normally.
Thanks to her naturally excellent posture and years of home workouts, her stride was as flawless as a runway model's.
With every rhythmic step she took, her large breasts bounced enticingly, and her exposed, thrust-forward mound grew increasingly damp.
Her hair was a matted, dusty mess reeking of stale urine, her face was swollen from crying, and her makeup ran in dark streaks down her cheeks. It was a grotesque sight, yet her superb physical proportions made her model-like walk an absolute magnet for attention.
All the effort she had once put into self-care had now been reduced to a mere plaything for the visual rape of random strangers.
Among the men staring at the naked Jia as she walked through the subway station, some were accompanied by women of their own.
Those women, without exception, walked with demure, hurried steps, taking care never to outpace their male companions.
This was a prime example of the societal shift that had taken place after the revolution.
Once the "proper" standard of women's rights was established in the Democratic Republic of Korea post-revolution, women voluntarily refrained from walking ahead of men without permission, even without being actively forced.
It was a reality that would have driven the old-world "sweet guys" and feminists into a frenzy—though most of them were now nothing but ashes scattering in the wind.
Instead, the mainstream media and internet forums praised this behavior as the "proper attitude of a sensible woman," while anyone who criticized it was branded a lunatic acting against the values of mainstream society.
It truly was a righteous world now.
In any case, in this newly corrected world, Jia walked proudly (and completely naked) and demurely behind Jihun.
Because that was exactly how a woman was supposed to behave.
A short while later, on the subway.
Jihun and Jia boarded the train heading home.
While it wasn't completely packed, rush hour was approaching, so the train was quite crowded.
"Mind if I take a picture?"
A man sitting in the seat in front of Jihun asked.
"Sure, go ahead," Jihun replied casually.
With Jihun's easy permission, the man turned on his smartphone camera and scanned the QR code on Jia's body.
Following the link from the QR code, the man's eyes widened.
"Whoa, she graduated from a prestigious university? And had a great job, too."
He was genuinely surprised.
"Usually, bitches with high specs have faces like smashed crabs... but her face and her specs actually match up nicely."
The man sitting next to him chimed in.
"It's different these days. Some of those high-spec bitches are actually pretty hot."
"Their faces might be decent, but their personalities are always so toxic..."
One of them shuddered, shaking his head.
"Probably because they spent their prime years building up their specs instead of selling their pussies, so they built up a ton of hysteria. They probably have a massive victim complex, too."
"Exactly. So many of those high-spec bitches act like they saved the country or something."
"If men hadn't been rotting away in the military, or if there weren't female quotas, they wouldn't have even gotten close to those positions. Yet they act so high and mighty..."
"And despite all that, they're as loose as old dishrags. There isn't a single bitch from a top university or a big corporation who isn't carrying herpes or something."
"They're bitter because they missed out on sex when they were at their peak. But what's the point of stuffing an old, dried-up pussy? They can't even feel it properly, which just makes their tempers worse..."
"And then, once their pussies are completely rotten, they snatch up some naive guy to pongpong off of..."
"Well, thank God the world has finally been corrected like this."
The passengers on the subway gathered in small groups, chatting casually as they looked over Jia's personal information.
In the past, the sheer vulgarity of their conversation would have immediately led to a "Me Too" accusation and a trip to a detention center. But in this beautifully corrected world, the female passengers only stole nervous glances, too terrified of getting dragged into trouble to utter a single word.
"Hya-ah?!♡"
Amidst the chatter, Jihun began to stroke the area just below Jia's navel, running his fingers over the womb tattoo and the QR code inked onto her lower abdomen.
"This QR code, you see, is like your new ID card, Noona."
Jihun slid his hand slightly lower, past the womb tattoo, and parted her plump folds with two fingers.
"Ah... Ah-ah...♡♡"
The tender flesh parted to the left and right, revealing her engorged, turgid clitoris.
Having been visually raped by countless onlookers on her way here, her pussy was already burning hot. A simple press of Jihun's fingernail against her clitoris made it swell instantly. Her entrance grew slick and wet, dripping a milky, thick discharge onto the floor like meat juices.
"You know what a digital ID is, right? Something like that. Hmm... except this one has a few extra features. Features that allow your body to be used commercially."
"Ha... Ha-ah... Ah-uuu...♡♡"
Jia barely registered Jihun's words, twisting her legs and dripping fluids onto the floor.
Even though he had barely touched her, her mouth hung open like an idiot's, and her eyes rolled back, staring blankly into space.
"I'm sure you've heard of them. Apps like Yeochuk-ui Minjok or Yeochuk Eats."
"Yes... I've heard of them...♡♡"
Jia leaned her body against Jihun's back, her legs trembling violently.
Her knees shook as they parted slightly, making her look absurdly like she was doing a crab dance.
"Once this QR code is verified, your personal info is automatically uploaded to those apps. Then, anyone who scans your QR code can easily order you. They can also make reservations, send you as a gift to someone else, or even generate mobile coupons of you... They can even compare your price with other pussies."
Jihun explained calmly.
"Ah-hn... Ah-uuu... No...♡♡"
However, Jihun's explanation was mostly lost on her, drowned out by the mind-numbing waves of orgasm crashing through her brain.
"Well, technically, the orders can be rejected... but don't get the wrong idea. It's not you who gets to reject them, but me, your owner."
Regardless of her state, Jihun drove the point home with cold indifference.
"So, Noona, let's work hard and make lots of money, okay?"
He offered a placid smile, then added with a chuckle:
"At the very least, I'm sure this suits your aptitude much better than working at some big corporation."