A Broken Asset
For several days after Jia completely broke, Jihun stuffed her with all kinds of drugs from the Female Livestock Hospital, even resorting to suspicious concoctions from back-alley quacks, but there was no improvement.
"He... hehehe... ugh... ehehe... ♡♡"
Eventually, she couldn't even control her bladder anymore. Jihun was starting to wonder if he was raising a Yeochuk or nursing a dying old woman.
"Even farm animals are more useful than you."
At the very least, cows work, chickens lay eggs, and pigs provide meat.
But no matter how much he thought about it, these fucking bitches didn't have a single useful bone in their bodies.
"If you can't even pop out babies or do housework, what the hell is the point of you being alive?"
Jihun mocked her as he slapped Jia's ass, his palm making a wet, sticky smack against her flesh.
"Ahg-ut?!?! ♡♡♡"
The sudden spanking sent a heavy, dull thud vibrating through her rotting pussy, the residual shock wave blooming into a twisted orgasm.
"Ughhh... ♡♡"
The orgasm soon triggered a physiological reflex, instinctively tightening her vaginal muscles.
Jia's pussy walls greedily clamped down on Jihun's cock. From the friction of their contact, a thick, putrid mix of discharge and vaginal fluid burst out with a squelching, filthy splat.
"Tsk. You can't even clamp down right anymore."
Despite the loud, wet noises, her grip was incredibly weak now.
To Jihun, who was still shelling out expensive "maintenance fees" for her, an older sister who couldn't even perform her basic function—tightening her cunt—was nothing more than a talking lump of meat. Actually, she couldn't even talk properly anymore, so she was just a silent, living slab of flesh.
"Fuck, why did Mom and Dad even bother sending this bitch to college?"
"Dunno... I dunno... ♡♡ Hehehe... ugh... ♡"
"I wasn't asking you, Sis."
Squish.
"Ahg-uuut??!?!?! ♡♡"
"Seriously... I don't get it, you know? You send a bitch to college, pay for everything, and all she does is drink, go to motels, and get fucked... She does absolutely nothing of value."
Smack.
"Ugh-eeet?!??! ♡♡"
"That's why my dear sister's pussy ended up so loose. Spreading your legs for anyone, getting plowed left and right..."
He completely ignored the fact that Jia's ruined state was entirely due to his own brutal abuse as he continued.
"Seriously, sending bitches to college is a total waste. What's the point of a woman studying anyway? All it does is fill her head with delusions and make her better at talking back."
Smack.
"Squeeeak?!?!? ♡"
Jia's groans were gradually growing hoarser and deeper.
"What's the point of getting a useless degree? It just inflates their ego and artificially jacks up their market value. Ah, is that why? What do they call it... 'value creation'? You know all about that, don't you, Sis? Why aren't you answering?"
Smack.
"Oh-huuug??!! ♡♡♡♡"
Jia was too busy swooning from the forced orgasm to answer.
"Why can't you answer? Huh? You went to college just to sell your pussy for a higher price, didn't you? Why else would a bitch ever study? What do you even do with what you learn? You don't work properly, and you can't even squeeze out a decent kid... Am I wrong?"
Smack.
"Gyah?!?! Dunno... I dunno... I don't know... ♡♡♡"
"How do you not know? You must have learned something at that prestigious university. Oh, right. The only things bitches learn in college are how to chug booze, seduce guys, and roll on condoms, right? Am I right?"
Smack.
"Ugh... ugh-eeet?!?! Y-Yes... I think so... ♡♡ That's right... right... to sell my pussy... hehehe... ehehe... ♡♡♡"
"Answering with that stupid grin on your face isn't very convincing."
Jihun smirked and squeezed Jia's neck with all his might.
"Squeeeal?!?!?! ♡♡♡♡"
A sound like a cheap plastic squeaking chicken toy being crushed burst from Jia's mouth.
And then,
"Yeah. This is how a woman should be. Keep your mouth shut and your pussy tight. That's how it's supposed to be."
As the lack of oxygen forced Jia's vaginal muscles to spasm and tighten, a satisfied smile finally spread across Jihun's face.
"Bitches need to keep both their upper and lower mouths tightly shut. That's the only way this country will ever have some peace."
"Ghh... ghhk?!? Squeeeak?!?! ♡♡♡♡"
"Yeah, fuck, just like this... keeping both mouths shut tight."
Jihun thrust his hips while keeping his grip tight around Jia's throat.
It was amusing how her pussy tightened every time he choked her, almost as if they were connected via Bluetooth. Jihun repeatedly squeezed and released her neck, enjoying the reaction.
After some time passed,
"Hellooo? Anyone home?"
Jihun waved his hand back and forth in front of Jia's face.
"...He... hehe... heh... ugh... ♡♡"
But her eyes didn't even track his hand anymore.
Jia's eyes were completely vacant, staring blankly into the empty air.
"Even the tightening feels weird now."
The contractions in Jia's vagina felt less like sexual stimulation and more like erratic muscle spasms.
The irregular, trembling twitches—like a severe muscle cramp—suggested that the connection between her brain and nervous system was completely fried.
"Tsk..."
Jihun fell into deep thought.
"Should I rent her out for now?"
He considered his usual method of renting her out to random people for quick cash, but...
"Ehehe... hehehe... hihi... ♡♡♡"
Charging people money to rent out a hideous, brain-dead creature like this just because she had a hole felt like a bridge too far, even for his conscience.
It felt like a violation of food safety standards.
Should I sell her...?
But she was in no condition to be sold.
It was like trying to get rid of a beat-up, imported used car bought on a predatory loan—he'd probably have to pay someone just to take her off his hands.
"Let's see..."
Suddenly, a business card he had received a while ago crossed his mind.
It was the card given to him by the doctor at the Female Livestock Hospital—a contact for a scrapper, or rather, a Yeochuk disposal agent.
Jihun pulled out his smartphone and dialed the number on the card.
After a moment,
"..."
An unusually long dial tone rang out before suddenly cutting off.
Then, it transitioned into a series of strange electronic beeps he had never heard before.
Since their business operated in a legal gray area, they had likely routed the call through a secure proxy.
As he waited, a voice came through the receiver.
It was the cheerful, energetic voice of a young woman.
"Yes, hello. I'm calling to inquire about disposing of a Yeochuk."
"I am terribly sorry, valued customer, but our company does not offer such services. We ask for your kind understanding."
"Oh, really? I got this number from the hospital..."
"We apologize for the inconvenience. It seems you may have dialed the wrong number. Is there any other matter we can assist you with besides Yeochuk?"
"No, that's fine. Have a good day."
Jihun hung up the phone.
"...What was that about?"
Jihun stood there, utterly bewildered. A moment later—
"What's this number...?"
His phone began to ring.
It was an unknown number. Normally, he would have ignored it, assuming it was spam, but something told him he needed to answer this call.
"Hello?"
"Apologies for earlier, sir! Due to the sensitive nature of our business, we couldn't speak openly. That is why we are calling you back from this line."
It was the same young woman's voice from before.
"No, it's fine. Can you help me now?"
"Of course! How can we assist you today?"
"Uh... I'm completely new to this. How does the disposal of a Yeochuk work?"
"Ah, in that case, we can dispatch a consultant to meet with you in person. Would you be open to a face-to-face consultation?"
"Is that possible?"
"Certainly. We only ask that you bring the product you wish to dispose of to the meeting place. It will make the evaluation much smoother."
"Understood."
"Excellent. Then..."
Jihun then finalized the time and location for the meeting with the representative.
A few days later.
"Is this the place...?"
Jihun turned on his hazard lights and pulled over in a corner of a luxury shopping district in Gangnam.
"Hmm..."
The address seemed correct.
"Hehe... ehe... Where is this? Where are we, Jihun-ah?.."
Even now, completely oblivious to her surroundings, Jia babbled incoherently while twisting her fingers.
"Shut up."
"Ahg-ut?!?!? ♡♡"
Jihun pinched and twisted her nipple hard. Jia's body jolted off the car seat.
"Ugh... g-gh... ugh... ♡♡♡"
A stream of cloudy urine sprayed out, soaking the seat.
"What the hell did you eat to make your piss smell this rancid?"
Pinching his nose, Jihun lightly slapped Jia on the head.
"Don't hit me, Jihun-ah... Don't hit Sis's head... Hehehe... ehehe... ♡♡"
Even though he was clearly abusing her, Jia giggled foolishly, rubbing her head against Jihun's palm as if she enjoyed it.
"It would have been so nice if you'd always been like this, Sis."
Looking back, his sister only became a massive pain in the ass after she grew up and got smart.
"Seriously, nothing good ever comes from a woman getting smart."
Women are best when they're empty-headed. If they have too much up there, they start getting ideas.
This was Jihun's ultimate philosophy.
"Hehehe... ehe... uhehe... ♡♡ Don't hit me... don't hit me... ♡♡"
Jia continued to whine softly, nuzzling her head against Jihun's hand.
Her completely unfocused eyes seemed to be drifting back to some distant memory from their childhood.
"And stop drooling."
In a rare display of gentleness, Jihun wiped the drool from her chin.
Whether it was a final shred of pity or something else, neither Jia nor Jihun himself could tell.
But to Jia,
"Hehehe... ah... it tickles... it tickles... ♡♡"
she was just happy to receive her brother's touch, smiling like an idiot as she let the drool pool at the corner of her mouth.
A short while later.
Upon entering the designated underground parking lot, an attendant recognized Jihun, took his keys, and valet-parked the car.
"Right this way, sir."
Jihun followed a man in a black suit, walking hesitantly down the corridor.
The interior of the shopping center was far more luxurious than he had anticipated.
We will cover all costs incurred during the consultation.
They had assured him of this beforehand, but he still felt deeply out of place, like he was wearing clothes that didn't fit.
On the other hand,
"Hum-hum-hum... hmmm..."
Jia was humming a discordant, off-key tune like a toddler, completely naked as she followed behind him.
Though her face was blank and vacant, she didn't seem uncomfortable at all, unlike Jihun.
Then again,
"With a face like hers, she probably spent her youth enjoying all kinds of luxury on some guy's dime—cock-mase, cock-cations, you name it."
The fact that she felt right at home in such a lavish environment proved she was still his sister... or rather, a true woman of the Republic of Korea.
A moment later, they arrived at a private room inside a high-end restaurant.
There,
"Welcome, valued customer."
The same cheerful voice of the young woman from the phone call welcomed them.