A Sister's Final Recipe
"Seriously, Sis, your body is so fucking hot."
Jia's hands were pulled behind her back, bound tightly to a pillar.
The posture, with her shoulders forced back, thrust her massive breasts forward, making them stand out even more.
"Jihun... Why are you doing this? Huh? Who are these people? This is a prank, right? A hidden camera show? Please, tell me it's just a prank..."
Every time Jia trembled in terror, her heavy breasts quivered like pudding.
"It's not a prank. I've used you as much as I can, Sis, so I figured it's about time to dispose of you."
"Dis... pose?..."
"Yeah. You know what a snuff film is, right? These gentlemen gathered here came to see you off on your final journey."
"...?!"
Jia's eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open in utter shock.
She knew all too well the end that awaited useless Yeochuk. Jihun had forced her to watch various videos of them as part of her training.
Being impaled alive, having their flesh slowly sliced off piece by piece in a lingering death, or having their skin completely peeled off with a vegetable peeler to expose the raw muscle before being seasoned with salt...
Every single one of them was unspeakably horrific.
Then what's going to happen to me?
Jia was instantly plunged into a spiral of dread.
And then—
"You're going to be roasted in an oven, Sis."
Perhaps because they had shared their bodies so frequently, Jihun caught on to Jia's internal panic in an instant.
"An... oven?"
"Yeah, an oven. That one over there."
Jihun's finger pointed toward the structure Jia had been trapped in.
Only then did Jia realize exactly what she had been locked inside.
"Ah... ahh... ahh..."
A stream of yellow urine trickled down, soaking the flesh of her thighs.
"Seriously, Sis, why are you pissing? You're going to ruin the meat."
Jihun scolded her as he slowly brushed sauce onto a whip lined with sharp metal shards.
"Ji... Jihun. My sweet little brother. I was so wrong. Okay? Let's think about this rationally, please? Please, Jihun..."
Jia begged once more.
"Look at my pussy! Look at it! It's still totally usable! Why are you doing this... huh? Isn't it still nice and pink? The ridges are still so tight, right? It's so fucking hot, I swear... So just fuck me one more time before you decide, okay? Once you do, you'll completely change your mind!!"
In her desperation, she actually leaped up while bound to the pillar, splaying her legs wide open.
For someone like Jia, who lacked core strength, this should have been nearly impossible. Yet, driven by pure survival instinct, she managed the acrobatic feat of suspending herself in the air with her hands bound behind her, splaying her legs wide open.
She tried her best to persuade him in a pleading, desperate voice, but—
"I've already delivered you and received the down payment. You're out of my hands now, Sis. Just think of this as... a courtesy from your 'former' owner to his Yeochuk."
Jihun dismissed her plea without a second thought.
"What rare sibling affection."
"It is truly heartwarming to see a brother and sister so close."
"A truly exemplary sibling relationship."
Seeing Jihun's willingness to get his own hands dirty to send his sister off, the foreign clients murmured in admiration.
Jia—
"Ah... ahh..."
She babbled in a panic, her eyes darting to the murmuring foreigners standing before her.
"Uh... ah... Fuck me! Please don't kill me! My pussy! Look at my pussy! Look, pretty pink pussy! So tight... uh... very, very tight and delicious pussy... Please rape... please rape and fuck me... Don't kill me!! Please!!"
Jia splayed her legs wide again, thrusting her groin forward to display herself.
"What is this crazy bitch babbling about?"
"Sounds like she's begging to be fucked."
"I don't have a bestiality fetish, though."
"Flirting with other men right in front of her own brother... What a wicked sister."
The foreigners sneered, mocking her.
"Uh... ah... Please!! Please!! Don't kill me!! Save me!! Ah... I have a so tight, cute pink pussy!! Rape me!! Fuck my pussy!! Please fuck my pussy!!!"
Jia, a graduate of a prestigious university, certainly possessed excellent English skills.
Even if the context was utterly depraved.
"How pathetic."
"It's true what they say about Korean women. They look good, but their intelligence is strictly livestock-tier."
"Even my pet dog has more dignity than that."
Ignoring their insults, the foreigners simply enjoyed the spectacle of Jia screaming and begging for her life.
Then—
"Alright, Sis, time to apply the sauce!"
The whip in Jihun's hand, dripping with thick sauce, sliced through the air with a sharp whoosh—
"Aaaagh!!!"
And struck Jia's body with full force.
The whip lashed across her shoulder, down over her breast, and slammed into her flank.
"It hurts!! Aaaah!! It hurts!!!"
Jia thrashed her legs wildly, pissing herself in agony.
"Oh..."
"Look at those breasts."
"Now that is quite a sight..."
The men murmured in appreciation.
And then—
"...?!"
Even Jihun looked puzzled.
Because—
"It hurts... hic... it hurts... My breast... my breast is torn open..."
Where the soft flesh of her breast had split open, a deep red dermis and a layer of yellow fat were exposed, looking strangely appetizing. Beneath that lay the crimson muscle tissue and a cluster of mammary glands.
And from the ruptured mammary glands, a cloudy, thick liquid began to seep out.
"Did you always lactate, Sis?"
"Uh... ah... What is this... Why is my breast... milk... Why? I've never been pregnant..."
Jia seemed just as bewildered, completely unaware of what was happening to her own body.
"It is a special service of ours."
Minji stepped forward.
"While breasts contain a high amount of fat, the flavor can be somewhat bland. To enhance the taste, we administer a specially formulated drug to activate the mammary glands. This allows our clients to enjoy the rich, creamy flavor of breast milk."
"Wow, that's actually possible?"
"With the growth of the Yeochuk market, 'defective' Yeochuk are commonly used for human experimentation like this. It actually contributes quite a lot to the advancement of medical technology."
"Ah..."
Come to think of it, Jihun had heard rumors about Yeochuk whose faces were too hideously ruined to be of any use disappearing to god-knows-where.
Evidently, they were being used for 'this sort of thing.'
"Though the sacrifices are significant, those women... or rather, those things, should be pleased."
"At least they got to live a useful life before they died. They ought to be grateful."
"I suppose so."
After all, the only thing a woman with such a hideous face could have done was run around doing feminist activism and draining society's resources.
Providing a way for useless cunts—or rather, women who couldn't even be used as cunts—to contribute to society... Wasn't this the true definition of universal welfare?
What a wonderful world we live in, Jihun thought.
In any case, Jihun resumed the whipping.
"Aaaah!! It hurts! I said it hurts!!!!!"
The whip fell systematically across Jia's entire body, tenderizing her flesh.
The metal shards attached to the whip were as sharp as surgical scalpels, slicing clean, deep incisions into her skin without tearing the flesh away.
"Help me!! Aaaah!! Please help me!!!"
With every strike, the cuts in her skin split wide open.
Her heavy breasts parted softly, the gashes yawning open to reveal the pale yellow fat beneath.
The breast milk swelling inside her mammary glands began to spill out of the open wounds in thick streams.
"It hurts... it hurts... gasp... it stings so bad..."
Just as cuts allow things to flow out, they also allow things to seep in. Jia's body was now covered in dense, neat incisions, looking exactly like a slab of marinated short ribs.
As Jihun whipped, Minji rushed in to brush the sauce over her.
A sweet, savory soy-based teriyaki sauce was painted over Jia's entire body, making her look mouthwateringly delicious.
As the sauce seeped past the dermis, through the fat layer, and penetrated deep into her muscles—
"Ahg?!?! Ahggh?!?!? G-g-ggh?!??!"
Every single nerve ending controlling her muscle fibers spasms violently, shocked by the sudden, intense sting of the salty seasoning.
"Gggh...?!?! Aaaagh?!??!"
Her entire body convulsed as if seized by a massive, full-body cramp.
Moreover—
"Her breasts look a bit strange."
"They look like alien eggs."
The muscles and mammary tissues in her chest were squirming and twitching.
Jia's massive breasts expanded and contracted as if breathing, writhing like some extraterrestrial pod.
"Is that actually safe to eat?"
"Aaaah... ggggh?!?!"
Sensing its impending demise, her mammary glands convulsed in a final, desperate spasm, vomiting up milk.
Thick milk poured from the gashes in her twitching breasts, while streams of it sprayed from her nipples.
The milk, hastily produced from her body fat, looked half-formed—cloudy, yellowish, and clumped with white, curd-like chunks. By no stretch of the imagination could it be called "appetizing" or "hygienic."
Jihun—
"This is... safe to eat, right?"
Hesitating, he shoved his finger deep into one of the open wounds on Jia's breast.
"Aaaaaagh!!!"
The sauce that had seeped into the wound was kneaded deep inside her flesh, sending a wave of agonizing pain ripping through her entire chest.
"..."
Jihun stirred the inside of her breast just enough to avoid tearing it apart, then pulled his finger out.
"The smell is a bit off..."
Yellow fat, mysterious white chunks (likely a mixture of milk and festering wound discharge), and a cloudy, yellowish fluid that hadn't quite become milk...
It was a grotesque, viscous slurry of bodily fluids, but Jihun—
"Hmm..."
Summoned the courage to put his finger in his mouth.
And then—
"Oh."
An exclamation of surprise escaped Jihun's lips.
"This is actually pretty good."
Jihun turned around to address the clients.
"What is our Korean friend saying?"
The foreigners murmured among themselves. Only after the translators conveyed Jihun's words did they react.
"It's good? Really?"
"It looks like that, but it tastes good?"
One by one, the foreigners began shoving their fingers into Jia's open wounds, scooping out mixtures of milk and fat to taste.
Naturally, throughout this process—
"Aaaah!! Ahhh!! It hurts!! My breast!! You can't poke my breast!! No!! My breast!!"
Jia's consent was entirely ignored.
"Oh..."
"Not bad at all. The sauce has soaked in, creating an exquisite flavor."
The foreigners joined in the praise.
The taste of Jia's milk—or rather, the slurry of fat—was...
"How should I put it... It tastes like a slightly over-fermented cheese?"
"The teriyaki sauce masks the gamey odor of the fat, while the creamy texture of the fat and milk adds a rich depth to the flavor."
"Excellent. As expected of Hana Livestock."
At the foreigners' praise—
"Thank you, esteemed guests."
Minji clasped her hands politely and bowed.
Her large breasts sagged and swayed between her arms.
"By the way, I'd love to have a 'taste' of Miss Minji sometime!"
"Will Miss Minji ever be offered as a service in the future?"
"I bet those breasts of yours would taste absolutely magnificent!"
One of the foreigners squeezed Minji's heavy, sagging breast, offering what could be called sexual harassment—or perhaps, sexual praise.
Though calling it "praise" was a bit grim, considering he literally meant, I want to eat the meat of your breasts.
Like a true professional, Minji did not brush his hand away.
"We do not offer such services just yet, so we ask for your kind understanding."
She replied with a polite, sweet smile.
"Mmm... I see. Well, I shall look forward to the day I can enjoy these magnificent breasts!"
"Thank you for the compliment, sir."
Minji stood still, allowing several foreigners to grope her breasts and marvel at them.
Among them—
...♡
Some even groped her crotch and buttocks, but Minji merely relished the sensation.
To an outsider, she might have looked like a pitiful employee enduring sexual harassment, but in reality, Minji's pussy was growing wetter by the second.
A moment later—
After a brief consultation between Jihun and the clients, they agreed to squeeze the milk and fat out of one of her breasts to eat raw before putting her in the oven.
"Aaaah!! No!! My breast!! Don't squeeze it like that!! Noooo!!!!"
A burly man, seemingly an employee, brought over a culinary press and clamped it down on Jia's breast.
Chunks of fat were crushed and forced out of the open wounds, while a mixture of milk, blood, and pus oozed out in a pale pink slurry.
Before long—
"Gggh... aaaah... aaaah..."
With all its contents completely wrung out, Jia's breast deflated, leaving nothing but a hollow, hideous flap of skin hanging down like a squeezed lemon peel.
The men—
"This is quite an excellent cheese."
"It would go wonderfully with crepes."
Savoring the raw mixture as it was, or pairing it with other ingredients.
Jia's fat and milk had served as a magnificent appetizer.