A Modest Ambition
Jihun flinched slightly the moment he laid eyes on the woman.
She had a mature yet cute face—not quite to the level of “Ugh, she’s a total hag…”—and was dressed in a relatively dark, casual suit. Her skirt clung nicely to her wide hips, and her long legs stretching downward were tightly wrapped in sheer black stockings. But the ultimate clincher was: “Damn, look at those tits…”
A few buttons on her white shirt were struggling to hold back her massive breasts. The tautly strained buttons looked ready to burst forward at any second like Claymore mines. If I got shot and killed by one of those buttons, it would probably be a good death, Jihun fantasized.
“Sir?”
“Oh, ah. Ahem. Cough. It’s nothing.”
Feeling somewhat embarrassed as if his delusion had been caught, Jihun cleared his throat and pretended to look elsewhere. He didn’t think of himself as a total prude, but this woman’s offensive power was simply too high.
Even with her clothes on, she’s this hot. What would she look like naked?… Jihun smacked his lips without realizing it.
“My name is Park Minji, sir. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
As Jihun was lost in thought, the woman handed him a business card and bowed slightly. As she bent forward, her massive breasts—despite being held in place by the buttons and her bra—sagged heavily under their sheer mass, pulled down by gravity. The gap in her shirt widened even further, revealing a soft-looking cleavage—no, a veritable canyon of flesh.
“Yes, ah. Nice to meet you too.”
Jihun accepted the business card, his eyes helplessly glued to her cleavage. The card read: Park Minji.
“Please, have a seat over here first.”
At Minji’s guidance, Jihun sat down awkwardly on the chair.
And then—
“Noona, you sit down too.”
“Euh?!”
In the midst of this, Jia, who had been babbling like an infant and sucking her finger, was pulled by Jihun’s hand and sat down next to him.
A brief, awkward silence ensued.
“Is the location perhaps uncomfortable for you?”
Noticing Jihun’s strange expression, Minji asked with a look of feigned concern. Of course it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just that Minji was incredibly hot.
Minji was well aware of this herself. But to an extreme masochist like her, this kind of ‘visual violation’ was excellent masturbation material, so she didn’t bother to stop it and simply enjoyed it. Crucially, the gap between her ‘slutty body that looked like it only knew sex’ and her ‘naive attitude’ served as an excellent sales tool.
“Oh, no, it’s just…”
“It’s just…?”
“Yes, you’re just so beautiful. Ahem.” Jihun tried to laugh it off with a sly grin.
“Thank you.” Minji covered her mouth and let out a soft giggle. “I was worried you might be uncomfortable because I’m a Hannyeo.”
“Excuse me…?” Jihun was dumbfounded by the sudden remark.
“Ah, I apologize for the lack of explanation. It’s just that many clients worry about things like false MeToo accusations, so they tend to avoid female employees.”
“Even though the world has changed?…”
“It’s a form of trauma. After all, given what men have been through, many clients prefer male staff.”
“I don’t particularly care… so it’s fine.”
“Thank you. Ah, just to be safe, I should mention that I don’t actually hold Korean citizenship. I lived abroad, so you don’t have to worry at all.”
“Are you a foreigner?”
“Yes. I was born in the Republic of Korea, but I lived abroad since I was a child. Thanks to that, I’m far removed from ‘Hannyeo’ culture.” Minji puffed out her chest proudly, smiling.
“Hearing that makes me feel much more at ease. In the past, even when we tried to practice the ‘Pence Rule,’ women would throw such a massive fit that it was a real headache… Haha, I guess I still have some trauma left too.”
“I understand, sir.”
After some light small talk, the two got down to business.
“Our company offers many types of services. After all, when it comes to Yeochuk whose durability has expired and whose depreciation is complete, they are difficult to sell, and disposing of them incurs costs. Many clients find this quite troublesome.”
“Yes, since her condition is like this…” Jihun tapped Jia’s head a couple of times and sighed.
Even while getting hit on the head, Jia kept her finger in her mouth, rolling her eyes around, drooling, and giggling. By no stretch of the imagination did she look sane.
Minji scanned Jia up and down.
“Yes, in cases where they are completely broken like this… Ahem. My apologies. But yes, your case is quite common. To extract the maximum economic value from depreciated Yeochuk to offset the costs—and in some cases, even generate additional profit—our company provides a variety of services with the help of experts and numerous partner companies.”
Minji pulled several catalogs from her briefcase and placed them on the desk as she continued.
“That’s a relief. I looked into it, and even if I wanted to euthanize and cremate her… the cost is no joke. And burying her would be illegal dumping… Haha. Then again, if you bury these Hannyeos whose heads are filled with nothing but sewage, the ground will surely rot. It’s practically dumping toxic waste, isn’t it?…”
“Exactly. In fact, if you get caught doing that, you can actually be fined under relevant laws. Here…”
Minji pulled up a screenshot of a news article on her tablet and showed it to Jihun.
— Classified as medical waste, must be handed over to relevant institutions for disposal...
— Urgent need to reform systems and laws...
— Heavy fines upon detection...
“Wow. The fine is steeper than I thought.”
“Yes, and that is why we are here to prevent that. Let me explain along with the catalog.”
“Alright.”
Minji began her explanation, showing him the catalog. There were many ways to dispose of a Yeochuk, but they could broadly be divided into two categories: methods that left behind many ‘memories’ of the Yeochuk, and methods that recovered the most ‘investment.’ The services were structured by appropriately balancing these two aspects.
And Jihun’s choice was—
“I’ll go with the Snuff Package.”
“Will you be spectating?” Minji asked.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Jihun replied, “Of course.”
A short while later.
“…”
After Jihun left, Minji carefully checked the hallway outside. There seemed to be no one around.
“Whew…” Minji let out a feverish sigh.
“I got so wet, I almost got caught…”
She rolled up her skirt. Her toned legs were wrapped in black stockings, and between them… there were no panties. She was wearing black stockings with absolutely nothing underneath—a highly fetishistic outfit.
“Haa…”
Breathing heavily, Minji used her fingernails to rip open the seams of the stocking’s crotch with a sharp rip, rip. Soon, her pussy was exposed, and the room was filled with a fishy, musky scent. It was the distinct pheromone scent of an aroused woman.
“Ah…”
Her pussy was completely flushed with lust, pulsing on its own. As the cool air slipped between her wet vaginal lips, Minji shivered slightly.
“Seriously, why am I such a perverted bitch…”
When Minji pressed her fully erect clitoris with her fingertip, her vaginal opening gaped even more greedily with a wet, squelching sound. As her pussy twitched and clamped on empty air, a thick, milky-white mixture of arousal fluids bubbled up and spilled from her wet slit.
“My pussy is so itchy… I want to scratch it so bad…”
Minji muttered, and then—
“Ahhn?!??!”
She boldly shoved four fingers deep inside her pussy.
“I’m so jealous… someone please ruin my life too…”
The object of Minji’s envy was none other than Jia.
“Please… me too… make me a Yeochuk too… gang-rape me to death and ruin my life…”
Minji, who possessed an exceptionally masochistic constitution, had rushed to the Republic of Korea the moment she heard that a revolution had stripped women of their human rights.
Her goal:
“I’m so jealous… I want to be a Yeochuk too… I want to be slaughtered… I want to be butchered…”
To become a Yeochuk herself.
“Please… turn me into a piece of meat too…”
She still lacked the courage to actually go through with it, so for now, she settled for vicarious satisfaction by working in a related industry. However, obtaining citizenship in the Republic of Korea and becoming a Yeochuk was Minji’s modest ambition.
A few days later.
“Yes, I’m coming out now.”
The intercom rang, and Jihun answered hastily. Thinking of it as his last sex session with his sister at home, he had taken too long to get ready.
“Jihun-ah… where are we going?…” Jia asked in a dazed voice, still riding the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Yeah, we’re going on a trip to a nice place, Noona.”
“Where’s the nice place?…”
“Yeah… there is one. You’ll know when we get there.”
Jihun brushed it off casually, but—
“Where are we going? Tell me…”
“It’s a secret for now.”
“Tell me… tell me…” Jia was unusually persistent today.
“Hey, Noona, do you want to make me mad?”
“Nooo! I want to know! Where are we going!! Tell me!! Tell me!!!”
Eventually, she threw herself onto the floor and began thrashing around like a toddler. The sight of a fully grown, completely naked woman flailing her long limbs on the floor was more grotesque than anything else.
“Noona, do you really want to get punished?” Jihun tried to threaten her, but—
“Nooo!! I’m not going if you don’t tell me!! I’m not going!!” Jia continued her sit-in protest.
“Tsk…”
Right now, Jia’s brain cells had melted to the point where her intelligence was somewhere between a dolphin and a chimpanzee. Just as animals instinctively sense a natural disaster and flee, Jia seemed to have picked up on Jihun’s awkward, unusual vibe.
“…”
Jihun pondered for a moment, then lied.
“We’re going to see Mom and Dad.”
“Really?!”
At those words, Jia jumped up, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at Jihun.
“Are we really going to see Mommy and Daddy? Can I see them?”
“Yeah. Really.”
“Hehe…” Jia giggled innocently, then said, “Then I have to make myself pretty!”
She dashed into her room. Footprints of vaginal fluids and semen mixed together dripped onto the floor with every step she took.
“Noona, let’s hurry up and go.”
“Makeup! I have to put on makeup to look pretty for Mommy and Daddy!”
Before he knew it, Jia had pulled cosmetics out of her drawer and was humming as she scribbled on her face. Her hands, having lost all intellect, had forgotten how to properly apply makeup, leaving grotesque, clown-like scribbles all over her face.