The Gates of Hana Livestock
Jihun and Jia climbed into the van.
The van left the outskirts of Seoul and headed north.
"Where are we going...?" Jihun asked, curious.
"The former Northern Territory," Minji replied.
"As you know, what we do is... well, strictly speaking, it's not illegal, but it's not exactly legal either... Should I call it a loophole? It falls into a very gray area."
"You could say it's an activity not covered by current laws," a man sitting in the front passenger seat chimed in.
"Yes, that's a good way to put it. That's why it's better to keep a low profile. Many parts of the Northern Territory are still administratively unstable... making it the perfect place for this kind of work."
"Besides, dealing with the international community's constant whining is a hassle."
"Exactly. Those damn PC advocates..." Minji shuddered, looking thoroughly disgusted.
"Still, lately, the Republic of Korea has cut ties with political correctness and shown rapid economic recovery, which has significantly weakened the influence of those PC types worldwide. And what was it called again?"
"The alt-right."
"Right, the alt-right. I heard their voices are growing louder abroad. Thanks to that, they don't have the luxury to pay attention to a backwater corner of the North like this. Plus, our sponsors and clients..."
Minji giggled and shrugged her shoulders as she spoke, finding it amusing.
"Anyway, isn't there a saying that 'all male feminists are rapists'? You wouldn't believe how many of our sponsors and clients are from foreign human rights organizations, women's groups, related think tanks, consulting firms, or politicians and businessmen who pretend to be squeaky clean."
"It's always the bastards who talk the cleanest who are the filthiest in reality."
"Exactly."
"They probably think they're incredibly clever. Completely oblivious to the fact that they're dancing in the palm of our hands..."
"It's not like those arrogant, big-nosed Western bastards started acting like this yesterday."
Among the staff, there was one whose North Korean dialect was particularly noticeable.
It seemed the rumors were true: after the collapse of North Korea, many former soldiers and intelligence agents from the North had entered this underworld.
"..." Jihun didn't really care.
Jia was fast asleep, letting out ungraceful, snorting snores. "Hmm... Mommy... Daddy..." She seemed exhausted.
Jihun, too, felt a sudden wave of fatigue. "..." He leaned his head back against the headrest and sank deep into the seat. Drowsiness washed over him.
On the threshold of sleep, Jihun's mind drifted back to his old memories. Memories of Jia before she awakened to her own selfishness. Back then, she was still kind. Because she was pure.
As expected... bitches shouldn't be allowed to grow a brain... Ruminating on this eternal truth, Jihun fell asleep.
A few hours later.
"Welcome to Hana Livestock!"
Minji bowed deeply to Jihun and Jia with an exaggerated, theatrical gesture.
Behind her stood a rotting iron gate, topped by a weathered sign.
The letters on the sign were spaced out individually: "Ha,""na,""Live," and "stock." While "Live" and "stock" were covered in rust, looking like they belonged to the original sign, "Ha" and "na" were somehow clean and brand new. They were also noticeably brighter in color compared to the other two. It looked as though they had torn off a few of the original letters and forced these new ones in, leaving large, awkward gaps between the four characters.
Just as Jihun was about to ask a question, the rusty iron gate groaned open with a dismal, screeching creak.
The view inside was equally bleak. The walls, down which filthy water trickled, were covered in obvious patches, as if an abandoned factory had been forcibly repurposed. Judging by the sheer number of patches, it was easy to guess just how battered and ruined this building had once been.
Minji exchanged a few words with the guard at the entrance—unlike typical factory guards who were elderly or middle-aged, this was a massive man with fierce eyes wearing a custom military uniform—and climbed back into the van.
The vehicle crunched over the gravel in the factory yard as it drove deeper inside.
"The factory looks a bit rough, doesn't it?" Minji spoke up, as if reading Jihun's mind.
"No. It's just... well, it has character. I like it." Jihun felt a bit embarrassed, feeling as though his thoughts had been laid bare.
"Oh, don't worry! Everyone says the same thing. Gosh, even I think this place looks like it's haunted if you come at night." Minji giggled playfully.
"This place is quite old because we took over and repaired a facility that used to be run by the North Korean government... Well, since it was communist, everything belonged to the state anyway, but regardless, this was a rather special place. Thanks to that, we were able to absorb their operational staff and provide even 'better' service."
Jihun wanted to ask, What on earth did they do here? but decided against it.
"But the inside has been cleaned up nicely, so don't worry too much! If it looked too clean on the outside, it would attract unwanted attention... Oh, and the guest rooms and reception facilities are decorated to the standard of a decent hotel, so you can look forward to that!" Minji chattered away, continuing her introduction.
A short while later.
"Why... why are you doing this?! You said I was going to see Mommy and Daddy! You said I was going to see Mommy and Daddy!!!"
Two sinister-looking men bound Jia and dragged her away. Jia struggled frantically, pissing herself in terror, but she was no match for the sheer physical size of the two men.
However, she proved to be incredibly troublesome, screaming, "Aaaah! Let go of me! Where are you taking me?! Mommy! Daddy!" as she bit them with her teeth and scratched at them with her nails.
"These South Korean bitches sure are feisty!" one of them barked in a thick North Korean accent.
"Ain't that why they run around acting like they don't know how scary men can be?"
"Can't have that. Time to teach her a lesson."
One of the men with a North Korean accent drew a collapsible baton from a holster at his waist and flicked it open with a sharp clack. He pressed a button, and a menacing bzzzt echoed as bright blue sparks crackled along the sides of the stun baton.
Without a moment's hesitation, the man roared, "Shut your mouth, you little bitch!" and shoved the stun baton straight into Jia's cunt.
As the two metal prongs at the tip of the stun baton pressed against her firm cervix, the man pressed the button to discharge the current. Bzzzt! The electricity surged through her cervix, searing her uterus and shooting up her spine, making her vision explode in blinding flashes of light.
"Aaaauuugh!" With a ragged, agonizing shriek, Jia collapsed, frothing bloody foam from her mouth.
"Stupid bitch didn't know her place and kept running her mouth. Serves her right."
"I'm gonna turn her cunt into a total rag."
The two men groped the unconscious Jia's breasts and buttocks as they dragged her deeper into the factory.
"She's a 'product,' so don't damage her too much," Minji warned.
The two men eyed Minji up and down with raw lust before giving a flat reply. "Understood."
Acting like a bitch can stand above a man...
They say South Korean pussy tastes the best, don't they? One of these days, we should drag her out and show her...
The two men muttered their complaints just loud enough for Minji to hear as they dragged Jia away. Since the Northern Territory still retained the deeply patriarchal, male-dominant culture of the old North Korean regime, this level of sexual harassment was commonplace.
Even within the company, there was an unspoken guideline: 'Don't needlessly provoke them and cause trouble; just let it slide.'
Of course, in Minji's case... Getting raped by North Korean men might not be so bad... She ended up fantasizing, her pussy growing slightly wet from their violating stares.
It was said that many men from the North, heavily influenced by their patriarchal upbringing, viewed women as nothing more than "meat sacks" for breeding. Their rapes would likely be far more brutal and utterly merciless.
Minji's fantasy escalated to the men shoving a wooden club wrapped in barbed wire into her cunt, tearing it to shreds—
"Minji?" Jihun's voice snapped her back to reality. "Ah, yes? Ahem."
"Where should we go now...?"
"Right, let me guide you! Please, come this way!"
Thanks to her fantasies, Minji's pussy was burning with an itch so intense that just the friction of her thighs rubbing together threatened to make her climax. She wanted nothing more than to strip off her skirt right then and there, cling to the nearest man, and beg, Please rape me. Please scratch this unbearable itch inside my cunt. But a fantasy was just a fantasy; she suppressed her urges and guided Jihun.
Thick arousal fluid dripped down her pantyhose-less legs, soaking the insides of her thighs and calves, but fortunately, her black stockings kept it from being too noticeable.
However, when they got into the elevator, Jihun sniffed the air, looking puzzled by the fishy scent of her fluids. "What's that smell...? Do they dry fish here or something?" She quickly brushed it off, saying, "I wonder? Maybe they're grilling fish in the cafeteria today?"—a minor, amusing hiccup.
"Since she has to go through the product preparation process for a few days first, you can stay here in the meantime," Minji had told him.
She had also asked, "You can actually observe the preparation process before the 'main event' if you'd like. What do you think?" but Jihun declined.
Jihun was the type of person who enjoyed the heart-fluttering anticipation of waiting to open a gift. Not that I've ever received a proper gift in my life, though.
In most cases during their childhood, the good gifts had been monopolized by Jia, leaving Jihun with nothing but worthless scraps. Still, waiting for a present was always an exciting affair.
And a few days later.
"Well then, let us begin the main event!"
Jia was inside an oven. The oven had a highly unusual structure: a side panel made of heat-resistant tempered glass allowed one to peer inside, and there was a hole just large enough for a human head to poke through.