The Chef's Special Ingredient
"Ah... ah-ah?... Wait a minute... *hic*... why are you doing this... why are you bringing out something so scary..."
Jia lay on a stainless steel bed that looked like an operating table, her entire body bound tightly with leather straps.
"First, please understand that to preserve the freshness of the ingredients, we cannot use any 'lethal' areas at this stage."
Regardless of her pleas, Minji held up a sashimi knife and addressed the men.
"With that in mind, please let us know which cuts you would like to savor."
The moment the words left Minji's mouth, the requests came pouring in.
"Thigh!""Breast!""Forearm!""Belly fat!""Pussy meat!" Each demand reflected their individual fetishes.
Minji replied, "Understood. However, please understand that the breasts are reserved for today's main dish, so we cannot offer them at this time."
Minji bowed with an apologetic expression. As she bent forward, her massive breasts sagged heavily, swaying like water balloons.
"Come on... I paid the most here. Surely that much is possible?" one of the older men complained.
"I am truly sorry, sir. We ask for your kind understanding that we cannot accommodate this request," Minji said, bowing once more.
"But surely just a single slice..."
"I am truly sorry, sir."
"You aren't the only one who paid, sir. Let's just proceed as agreed."
"Exactly. It's better to leave the main dish prepared exactly as the hosts intended."
As the bickering continued, the foreign clients chimed in through their interpreters.
"Well... still... what a waste..." The older man smacked his lips, looking thoroughly disappointed.
"We appreciate your understanding, sir." Minji kept her head bowed.
"Furthermore, we deeply apologize for any confusion caused to our other guests due to our poor communication." She folded her hands politely and performed a naked dogeza.
As she prostrated herself, her soft belly fat folded, and her upper body pressed flat against the floor. Her massive breasts spread outward, spilling to the sides and exposing her cleavage.
"Look at that. She's going to such lengths, so let's let it slide," one of the foreigners said, trying to placate the older man.
"Where else would you find a woman with such a strong sense of duty these days?" another man added, joining in to soothe the older guest.
Of course, they didn't just stop at talking. One of them slyly rubbed the toe of his dusty leather shoe against Minji's vulva. "...♡♡"
The coarse sand stung as it scraped against her sensitive flesh, but Minji kept her head pressed to the floor, secretly smiling in pure ecstasy.
I love being treated like a piece of meat so much...♡♡ Fantasizing about having her pussy used as an ashtray next time, Minji began to leak slick arousal. The dust and her vaginal fluids mixed into a muddy paste. Catching her ragged breath, Minji stood up.
"As a token of our apology, I would like to offer a special prize. I hope this will make up for it." A strange, feverish heat lingered in her voice.
"A prize? What kind of prize?" the older man asked, bewildered.
Without a word, Minji pointed the sashimi knife at her own breast. "Ah... ♡♡" Biting down hard on her plump lips, she sliced off her nipple and areola with a clean *snip*.
"Oh..." the crowd gasped in admiration.
Minji's breast was now blunt and flat where the areola had been carved away. Beneath the small, raw cross-section, red flesh and yellow fat twitched.
"Will... this... suffice... sir?...♡♡" Minji panted, casting a coquettish gaze at the older man.
Her face was flushed crimson as she gasped for air, her legs trembling so violently that her firm thighs rubbed together. It wasn't from pain.
The proof lay in her thoughts: Next time, I want to cut off the whole breast...♡♡ Thick, musky fluids flowed endlessly down between her thighs.
"Ahem... well, if you insist..." Impressed by Minji's extreme hospitality, the older man accepted the severed nipple and areola.
"Shall I prepare it for you?"
"Yes, please."
A moment later, the sushi chef standing nearby picked up the areola and nipple, molding them into sushi. Perhaps because she had been so incredibly aroused while cutting it, the severed nipple remained erect and rock-hard.
Placed atop the snowy white rice, the nipple and areola looked like a strawberry on a fresh cream cake.
"Here," the chef said, somewhat irritably, holding out his hand.
"Understood." Minji smiled demurely. "Right here..." She placed her heavy, mutilated breast—the one missing its nipple—directly onto the chef's open palm.
"Hmm..." With a thoughtful expression, the chef kneaded and squeezed her breast.
"Ah... mmm... nnh...♡♡" Minji bit her lip, letting out a wanton groan as she twisted her thighs together. Sticky fluids oozed from her squirming crotch.
"Ah...♡♡"
"I see you're also taking lactation-inducing drugs, Minji?"
"Yes... yes...♡♡ I am always prepared to satisfy our esteemed guests...♡"
From the raw, open wound where her nipple used to be, a milky, viscous fat began to seep out. Because there was no nipple to block it, the unrefined fat dripped sluggishly, plop, plop, serving as a perfect topping for the nipple sushi.
"That's enough." The chef slapped her breast away with a sharp smack.
"Thank you for using my breast as an ingredient," Minji said with a polite smile, bowing to the chef.
Normally, employees from different departments in a company maintained a relatively casual, horizontal relationship. However, here at Hana Livestock, a very different rule applied.
"Scrub yourself harder next time. Especially your pussy. I smell sweat. It could ruin the flavor of the dish."
That rule was simple: Female employees are unconditionally and absolutely subordinate to male employees.
At Hana Livestock, regardless of a female employee's actual rank, she was always lower in the hierarchy than any male employee and owed them absolute obedience. This applied equally to outsourced workers and contract laborers who were directly or indirectly connected to the company. It was a system that perfectly embodied Hana Livestock's founding philosophy: 'Instill discipline in women to contribute to national development.'
In other words, Minji's position at Hana Livestock was at the absolute bottom. She was lower than a three-month part-time male cleaner from an outsourced agency, lower than a male administrative intern, and also...
"I am terribly sorry, Chef." This rule applied even to the outsourced chef.
With an expression of deep contrition, Minji performed a naked dogeza before the chef. Her soft breasts spread flat against the floor once more, but this time, there was a difference: they left a smear of milky fat and blood on the cold tiles.
"Tsk."
"Kyaah?!"
The chef ground his shoe into Minji's mutilated breast, causing the viscous fluid to squirt out and pool on the floor.
"I told you to wash properly last time. Why can't you follow simple instructions?"
"I'm... thorry... ah...♡♡"
Having my breast crushed and trampled feels so good...♡♡ I love having the fat and muscle inside squeezed out like this...♡♡♡
The chef ground his shoe down, flattening her breast completely. Bulges of fat and flesh oozed out from under his sole, leaving a dirty shoe print stamped onto her pale skin.
"Ahem..." The chef finally regained his composure and lifted his foot.
"Anyway, do better next time. Got it? Your body odor is going to ruin the food," the chef warned sternly. "Get up. And do something about that wound later."
"Thank you, sir." Minji slammed her forehead against the floor with an exaggerated thud before staggering to her feet.
She had slammed her head so hard that blood trickled down her forehead, while thick arousal dripped from her crotch like urine. The breast that had been trampled retained the shape of the shoe sole, completely losing its elasticity. Because its internal contents had been crushed and squeezed out, it didn't bounce back. While not entirely destroyed, it hung deflated and limp like a half-popped balloon, sagging miserably.
Fortunately for Minji, Hana Livestock's affiliated hospital had an abundant supply of medical test subjects—namely, Yeochuk—meaning physical damage of this caliber could be repaired without much trouble.
"Seriously, Minji, why are you such a pervert? How do you even get any work done like this?" the assistant chef chimed in, mocking her.
"I'm so sorry. I'm just a total nympho whore who squirts the moment she's touched..."
"Still, is it normal to soak yourself just from having your breast completely ruined?"
"I'm just incredibly sensitive because I love getting fucked so much. Last time, I scratched myself so hard while masturbating in the office that my pussy was completely torn up. It was bleeding and oozing pus... ugh..." Minji laughed sheepishly.
"Is that why you smell like rotting fish?"
"Hehe... yes. I'll make sure not to play with myself too much from now on."
"Yeah. You'd better get it all out of your system before you come to work. Or why don't you just change your career path to a Yeochuk? You seem to have a real talent for being meat."
"Hmm... because I 'still' want to live!" Minji stuck her tongue out playfully and giggled.
"Geez, look at you leak. Your crotch isn't a water dispenser."
"I can't help it, I'm just a slut who's constantly in heat. Even a light breeze makes my clit throb. It's tough on me too, you know?"
"Then at least plug it up with a pad or something."
"I'll be careful."
"Don't just say you'll be careful... Ugh, whatever. Keep a tight grip on yourself, or we'll slice up your pussy next. Got it?"
"Yes... I'm sorry for being such a filthy, perverted slut."
"At least you know."
"If you're going to keep scolding me, why don't you just rape me instead?"
"Maybe later."
"Thank you. I'll be looking forward to it."
"I'll bring the other guys too. Oh, and get ready, because we're going to fist you."
"Hehe... you're really going to wreck my pussy?" Minji's cheeks flushed with anticipation.
"We'll tear it up so bad you'll never be able to squeeze out a kid. Look forward to it."
"Thank you. Once I'm sterile, I can be raped as much as anyone wants." Minji smiled shyly, rubbing her thighs together. A puddle of her arousal had already formed on the floor beneath her.
"Seriously, there's a limit to how degenerate someone can be..."
The chef and his assistant finished tormenting Minji with looks of disgust.
"Apologies, gentlemen! You had to witness an unsightly scene!" They turned back to the clients.
Showing internal employee conflict to clients would normally warrant a severe complaint in any ordinary company. But here at Hana Livestock, even this was treated as a form of theatrical entertainment, much like professional wrestling, so it wasn't an issue.
"Now, let us finish with a light searing."
The chef raised a blowtorch, lightly searing the sushi topped with Minji's nipple and areola. The thick clumps of fat rendered down, releasing a savory, mouth-watering aroma, while the plump nipple and areola shriveled slightly, taking on a crispy yet chewy texture.
"Here you go..." The chef carefully handed the plate to the older man.
The man picked up the sushi, popped it into his mouth, and savored it. "Exquisite!" A deeply satisfied smile spread across his face.
"The firm texture of the nipple and areola, combined with the rich, savory flavor of the milk and fat... truly magnificent. You have a real talent for being meat, Minji. If I could, I'd love to slaughter you myself!"
At the man's shower of praise,
"Thank you so much for praising my meat, sir," Minji said, bowing with her hands folded politely. Between her legs, her fluids continued to leak without pause.