Rags and Ruin
"Noona?"
"Huh?... Uh?... Jihun-ah... ehehe... I... right now... Ah? Oh, right. Gotta wipe... I was wiping the fwoor... hehehe..."
Has she completely lost her mind?
Jihun tilted his head, then asked,
"Noona, do you know where you are?"
"My house?"
"Our house."
"I'm sowwy... hehehe..."
"Do you know who I am?"
"My bwother... Jihun-ie..."
A few more questions followed.
For now, it seemed she hadn't completely lost her basic cognitive functions or ability to converse.
Her memory was also "more or less" intact.
However, whether it was a side effect of the drugs or something else, Jia's speech had become slurred, her answers incoherent. She would randomly giggle and talk to thin air. It was absolutely clear she was not in a normal state of mind.
Should I take her to a hospital?
Jihun pondered for a moment, but then dismissed the thought.
Nah. She's "still" usable, so whatever.
He brushed it off with the same casual attitude one might have toward a cheap, dollar-store item bought online—the mindset of 'I'll just use it until it breaks, then throw it away.'
If worst came to worst,
I can still make a decent profit just selling her "body" anyway...
He had a fallback plan.
In the used car market, there are dealers who buy vehicles completely unfit for domestic roads just to export them.
He had heard there were several businesses operating on a similar premise, purchasing ruined Yeochuk that were no longer fit for use.
In fact, at the Female Livestock Hospital, they had already told him, "If the repair costs end up being more than buying a brand-new one, you can always contact this place,"
and handed him a few business cards for those very brokers.
There was no way such shady operations had proper medical or maintenance facilities. He had heard that once a female livestock was sold to them, they usually met their end in extreme, agonizing pain.
Sometimes, they were smuggled to countries where the Korean Wave was popular to eke out a miserable existence, but even then, a comfortable life was out of the question.
Not like it's my problem what happens to her after that.
Having already siphoned all of Jia's savings, his wallet was fat, and all of their parents' inheritance, including the real estate, had fallen entirely into Jihun's hands.
Jia was just one of those assets anyway.
A Flesh Toilet slave girl who happened to be his own biological sister, to be used and discarded at his whim.
"Then get back to cleaning for now."
"Ah... ahhh!! I'm sowwy! Hurry... I'll cwean hurry!! Cwean... mmm... gotta cwean fast so I don't get scolded... gotta cwean fast so it doesn't hurt..."
After flinching with an exaggeratedly terrified reaction, Jia mumbled childishly as she grabbed the rag.
"Don't wanna get scolded... don't wanna hurt... gotta wipe fast... gotta cwean up the dwirty stuff fast..."
Jia frantically wiggled her hips as she wiped the floor with the rag.
In her frantic state, she didn't even have the presence of mind to tuck her genitals back in, leaving her hideously mutilated, prolapsed uterus dangling behind her like a grotesque tail.
This is a bit boring...
Jihun pondered for a moment, then called out to her.
"Noona."
He called her.
"Uh... uh-huh? Did Noona do something wrong? Did I do something bad? Pwease forgive me! I'm sowwy... so... ugh..."
Jia flinched like a startled cat, her back tensing up as she babbled incoherently, wringing her hands.
"Yeah, you did."
"Wha... what? I'm sowwy. It's all my fault. Jia is bad. Jia is a retard..."
Jia began to degrade herself, banging her head against the floor with heavy thuds.
"You shouldn't be using a rag like that, right?"
"Rag?"
Jia put her finger in her mouth like a toddler, rolling her eyes as she stared blankly into space.
"Ah... ah... so..."
After a brief moment of confusion, Jia's face lit up.
"Right! Rag! Gotta wipe with a rag... rag... mmm... rag..."
Suddenly, she flopped down, splaying her legs wide in an M-shape, and began violently rubbing her prolapsed uterus against the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Jihun asked, utterly dumbfounded.
"Rag... Jihun-ie told me to wipe with a rag! So I'm wiping with the rag...!!"
"....??"
"Yeah! That's right. Rag! Jihun-ie and everyone said my pussy is a rag! My pussy is a rag-pussy! So I'm wiping the fwoor with my rag-pussy..."
"Ehehe."
She looked up at Jihun, smiling like an idiot.
Her dull, cloudy eyes shone with a pathetic sense of pride, as if asking, 'Did I do good?'
"Hmm..."
He briefly considered letting it slide since she was trying so hard, but then—
"That's not what I meant, you fucking retard."
The thought of getting his money's worth before her lifespan ran out hardened his heart.
"Eeeek?!"
He lightly ground his foot down on Jia's prolapsed uterus, which was dangling loosely between her thighs.
"Ah... it hurts... my pussy hurts so much... *hic*..."
Jia convulsed, foaming at the mouth.
"Why are you wasting a good rag on this? You should use a useless piece of scrap cloth first."
"Scwap cloth?..."
"Yeah. A useless piece of scrap cloth."
Jihun slapped Jia's cheeks lightly.
"First, wash this later."
"Gwah?!"
He snatched the dirty rag from Jia's hand and stuffed it deep inside her lower abdomen, shoving her prolapsed uterus back in along with it.
"Ah... it's hot... it stings... my pussy feels like it's burning... my pussy stings..."
The stomach acid from the vomit on the rag seeped into the tears in her vaginal mucosa, triggering an agonizing, burning pain.
"Take it out... it hurts too much... take the rag out..."
Jia squirmed, her hands twitching as she tried to pull the rag out of her vagina, but—
"Pull it out and you're dead."
"Hic... okay..."
She froze at Jihun's threat.
"Follow me. I'll show you what to use as a rag."
Jihun grabbed Jia by the hair and dragged her along ruthlessly.
"Wait!! Let go!! Let go of me!!"
As her body was dragged across the floor, her long, slender legs flailed helplessly in the air like a synchronized swimmer out of water.
"This... and this..."
"Use these as rags. Don't use anything else until you've gone through all of them."
Jihun said, flinging open the walk-in closet.
(Though he called it a walk-in closet, it was actually just an unused guest room where they had thrown in some wardrobes and clothing racks.)
Inside, the room was packed with clothes that Jia used to cherish (or rather, just hoard).
Among them were some very expensive designer brands.
"Ah... ugh..."
Perhaps some lingering shred of her femininity or vanity was putting up a final, desperate resistance, because Jia mumbled with a faintly displeased look in her eyes.
"You don't like it?"
"But these are clothes..."
"You stupid bitch."
"Gack?!"
Jihun's heavy uppercut slammed directly into Jia's lower abdomen.
"Ah... ughhh..."
The remaining fragments of her already ruptured ovary were completely crushed.
The dense cluster of nerves attached to the ovary was torn to shreds like a tattered rag, sending waves of agonizing, chaotic pain screaming through her body.
"Get up."
"It hurts... it hurts... my tummy hurts so much..."
Jia only writhed on the floor, unable to answer.
"You're not getting up?"
"Ack?!? Arghhh?!?!"
Jihun kicked her lower abdomen with all his might once more.
"Ugh... *hic*..."
The pain was so intense that Jia clenched her teeth, letting out a wheezing, breathless gasp.
Considering that ovaries are neurologically analogous to testicles, the agony currently flooding Jia's lower abdomen was likely equivalent to having one's balls ruptured and then kicked repeatedly.
"Hurry up and get up, Noona."
"Ah... ack..."
"Want me to kick you again?"
"I'm sowwy... I'm sowwy, so pwease don't kick Jia's tummy..."
As Jia stumbled to her feet, her lower abdomen began to swell from the stuffed rag and internal bleeding, making her look ridiculously bloated like a tadpole.
"Got it? You're my slave girl, Noona, so you have no reason to wear clothes. And you're not a woman anymore. You're just... livestock. Well, actually, you always were, I just put you in your proper place. Anyway, that means these clothes are just trash."
"Ugh..."
"Understood?"
"Hic?!... Y-yes, I get it... so pwease don't hit me... I don't like owies..."
Only after Jihun reinforced the threat did Jia shrink her shoulders and nod in submission.
"Then take this and go wipe the floor."
Jihun picked out one of the more expensive-looking garments and threw it at her.
A short while later...
"Why does it take you an eternity just to wipe the floor once, Noona?"
"Heh... hehe. I'm sowwy. It's my fault. Because I'm... ugh... such a stupid bitch..."
"Can't you update that retarded script of yours?"
"Ah... ugh... so... retard... dumb bitch... ugh... cum-dumpster rag... ahhh..."
Jia stared blankly into space, desperately searching her mind, but all that came out was a jumble of incoherent slurs.
With her brain ravaged by the drugs, her language skills had deteriorated significantly.
"Whatever. Why do I even bother expecting anything from you."
"Thank you... thank... ugh... hehe..."
"Stop giggling like an idiot and go wash that rag."
"Okay... ugh..."
Jia hesitantly picked up the pieces of clothing soaked in vomit and urine.
All the while, her lower abdomen remained hideously bloated because the rag inside hadn't been removed.
Jia crept toward the bathroom, casting anxious glances at Jihun.
"Ugh... ah..."
Mumbling slurrily, Jia scrubbed the cloth against the floor.
"But why won't the smell go away?..."
No matter how many times she scrubbed, a sweet, rotting liquid kept oozing out.
"Ummm..."
Jia stared blankly into space, lost in thought, before coming to her own conclusion.
"Right, I can just use this."
She decided on her own.
Waddling unsteady because of the rag stuffed inside her vagina, she reached up to the shelf and grabbed a bottle of soap.
It was Jihun's prized anti-hair loss shampoo.
"This will... make it clean, right?..."
Even though the drugs had fried her brain cells, the original Jia had possessed the same abysmal survival skills as the average woman in the Republic of Korea.
Jihun had often ranted, 'These bitches whine about cooking and cleaning, but their actual domestic skills are worse than a single guy living on his own.'
He would also add:
'Useless bitches who can't even take care of themselves complain about "sole child-rearing" while scowling at their precious husbands. They deserve to be beaten to death.'
Jihun had put a lot of effort—mostly through Physical Therapy—into re-educating Jia and teaching her basic life skills. However, the pre-coup society had coddled women like princesses for so long that Jia showed absolutely no signs of improvement.
And now, this disaster had struck.
"You fucking bitch..."
Jihun's kick slammed into the back of Jia's head like lightning.
Right before his eyes, his expensive shampoo was dissolving into a useless puddle of soapy foam.