The Baptism of Sauce and Pain
A moment later,
"In the case of humans... or rather, Yeochuk, the muscle structure is different from fish, so the blade of the sashimi knife must be set differently."
The chef began his explanation, bringing the sashimi knife close to Jia's thigh.
"Hic... n-no... no do dat..."
Jia shook her head frantically, gritting her teeth as she begged. But—
"When beginners attempt to prepare Yeochuk themselves, they often use standard fish sashimi knives. However, this crushes the cross-section of the meat, ruining the texture. As you can see—"
Paying her no mind, the chef carved a small piece of flesh from the surface of Jia's thigh.
"Kyaaaah!!!"
The blade dug in only about two centimeters before—
"You can see the blade gets caught instead of slicing cleanly all the way through."
Just as he said, the blade tore through the flesh, turning it ragged before coming to a sudden, jarring halt.
"Particularly with Yeochuk, as the saying goes, 'we eat with our eyes first.' Because we focus heavily on the visual display of the entire culinary process, we often do not perform Ikejime. Therefore, one must be even more selective when choosing a knife."
The chef casually tore off the ragged piece of Jia's flesh that had been ruined mid-slice.
"Slop Bucket."
He called for Minji.
Minji, who had been waiting meekly a few steps behind, stepped forward and stood beside the chef.
"Open up."
"Yeesh..."
Minji opened her mouth wide in an exaggerated manner, her eyes rolling back.
It was a severely broken, vacant, ahegao-like expression.
The chef tossed the scrap of Jia's flesh into Minji's mouth with as much care as throwing trash into a bin.
"Thankoo..."
Minji chewed on Jia's flesh, drooling excessively on purpose.
Does my meat taste like this too...? ♡ I want to be slaughtered soon ♡♡
Lying on the stainless steel table, Minji imagined herself being slowly sliced into sashimi, her juices leaking thick and heavy.
As her mouth busily chewed Jia's flesh, her aroused slit also twitched greedily, opening and closing as if chewing the empty air.
"On the other hand, let us try slicing with this knife, specifically designed for Yeochuk and newly released by Hana Livestock."
The chef picked up another knife resting nearby and began to carefully slice Jia's thigh.
"Kyaaaah!! Nooo!! My thigh!! Don't take my thigh meat! No likey! Nooo!"
Jia screamed at the top of her lungs, thrashing in resistance, entirely unaware that her struggles only added to the 'visual entertainment' of the show.
"She is certainly fresh."
"Just as the chef said, it seems best not to perform Ikejime."
Excited by Jia's superb reactions, the men chimed in one by one.
"Save me! It hurts! Don't slice my thigh! Please!"
In their eyes, Jia's desperate struggles were no different from a fish being sliced alive at a seafood restaurant.
Will I scream like that too if I get sliced up? No. If I pretend to endure it, they'll probably slice me even thinner to make it hurt more, right? Or if I just pass out, they'll make it hurt more... maybe they'll even slice up my pussy... hehehe... ♡♡♡
Amidst all this, Minji was lost in her own delusions, her juices dripping.
Meanwhile, just as the chef had promised, the blade did not crush the flesh. It smoothly performed Hikizuri on Jia's thigh.
"Hurts... it hurts... hurts... hic... p-please..."
The slicing, which had begun just above her knee, only stopped once it reached the side of her pubic mound.
"As you can see, this Yeochuk-exclusive knife was crafted with the physical characteristics of Yeochuk in mind—specifically the high body fat percentage of the Hannyeo breed due to their lack of exercise. This makes it possible to slice sashimi without damaging the cross-section."
The chef held up the long, translucent strip of Jia's thigh meat for the audience to see as he continued his explanation.
"To celebrate the launch of this Yeochuk knife, we at Hana Livestock are offering a special discount. If anyone wishes to purchase one, please let us know."
Minji, who was still waiting nearby (completely naked, with one of her breasts horribly mangled), bowed politely to pitch the product to the men.
Indeed, following its livestock and medical ventures, Hana Livestock was now expanding its tentacles into the manufacturing market, establishing a true conglomerate empire.
Generally, such rapid, multi-industry expansion is a shortcut to corporate ruin. However, the Hallyu wave sparked by 'K-Culture' had dramatically driven up international demand for Yeochuk of the Hannyeo breed. In the long run, this would serve as the primary growth engine for Hana Livestock.
The future of Hana Livestock was blindingly bright.
"In that case, I shall place an order through my secretary later."
"I should get one for myself as well."
As if proving the point, the men expressed their intent to purchase one after another.
"Slicing Minji-san with such a fine knife would make her truly delicious."
One of the men even flirted with Minji.
"Thank you for the compliment, valued customer."
Minji smiled softly and bowed her head.
But I think a dull knife would hurt more, so I'd like that better... ♡♡♡♡
It seemed Minji's personal preferences differed slightly from the man's intentions.
"Now, let us continue with the preparation."
The chef refreshed the atmosphere and resumed slicing Jia.
The razor-sharp sashimi knife bit smoothly into Jia's thigh, gliding effortlessly through the grain of her flesh.
"Kyaaaah!! Nooo!!! Nooo!!!"
Jia gasped for breath, letting out high-pitched, ragged screams.
Her voice had already gone hoarse, sounding like a grating, metallic screech.
Yet, the slicing continued relentlessly. One of Jia's thighs was completely stripped of its skin, like wood planed down to expose the raw, bright red muscle beneath.
"She really does taste excellent."
"The Hannyeo breed may have a toxic, Pyodok-Hanyeo personality, but their flavor is truly magnificent."
"It is because they lived entirely free of stress. Where else in the world could you find a breed as pampered and complacent as the Hannyeo? Just as free-range cattle and pigs taste best, it is only natural that the meat of these Hannyeo is of the highest quality."
The men offered their satisfied critiques.
"Hurts... hurts... hurts... aaah..."
With one thigh completely flayed and raw, Jia's eyes rolled back as she drifted in and out of consciousness.
"By the way, her reactions are growing a bit dull now."
"Do not worry, guests. We have a special remedy for that."
The chef picked up a bottle of soy sauce resting on the side.
"Kyaaaah!!!!!!"
He poured it directly over the exposed muscle of Jia's flayed thigh.
Like a live squid sashimi reacting violently to soy sauce, Jia's entire body convulsed and thrashed in agony.
The spasms were so violent that despite being bound, her large breasts wobbled and shook wildly like pudding.
The men watched and dined in deep satisfaction.
A moment later,
"Eh... euu?... Euuu?..."
Released from her restraints, Jia was led toward the oven once again by the staff.
"N-no... don't put me in... no bake me... no wanna be baked..."
Jia shuffled forward, her speech slurred and broken. The sheer agony of her raw, exposed thigh muscles twitching with every step left her completely unable to resist.
"Now, let us apply an extra layer of sauce..."
The chef approached Jia, who was slumped in a half-standing, half-kneeling daze inside the oven, unable to sit or lie down.
Dipping a large culinary brush deep into the sauce, the chef began to slather it over Jia's body.
"Euu... hurts... don't spray me... please... uu... mmm..."
Jia flinched violently every time the sauce touched her skin, her breath hitching in ragged hiccups.
But she could not escape.
Every time her raw, flayed thighs were drenched in the salty sauce, her muscle fibers spasmed in agonizing convulsions, delivering nothing but pure, unadulterated pain instead of their original function of movement.
"This looks almost like an Orthodox baptism."
"Ah, I was wondering where I had seen this before. That is exactly what it looks like."
Just as they said, Jia, drenched in the shower of sauce, looked remarkably like someone undergoing a baptism.
In a way, perhaps it was a baptism.
A baptism is a ritual of spiritual rebirth, transforming a person into someone new.
Similarly, Jia, who had lived her entire life as a toxic Pyodok-Hanyeo, would receive this baptism of sauce and pain to finally begin a new life as a delicious, exquisite dish.
Furthermore—
How good would it feel if I went in and got baked with her...?
Watching Jia scream and writhe inside the oven, Minji secretly fondled her own slit, filled with a strange sense of jealousy.
And a moment later,
"Ah... don't close it... don't close it, please... hic... don't bake me..."
Despite Jia's futile pleas, the oven door slammed shut.
"Let us begin the cooking!"
Standing beside the oven once again, Minji announced cheerfully.
With a heavy *clunk*, the dial turned, and heat slowly began to rise inside the oven.
"Eh... euu?? Euuu?? What do I do... hot... hic... the floor... ah... too hot..."
Jia began to claw frantically at her own body.
Her skin, softened by the tenderizing effects of the sauce, tore easily under her fingernails, leaving deep gouges as her flesh and skin peeled away.
"Hurts... hurts... h-hot... what do I do... ugggh..."
Slipping back into delirium, Jia clawed at herself like a wild animal grooming its fur, tearing her own flesh in a grotesque display.
"These days, the Yeochuk score their own meat."
"I cannot wait to see the final result once the cooking is complete."
Under the men's highly expectant gazes, the temperature inside the oven climbed relentlessly.
"Ugh... mmm... hot... IT'S HOT!!!!!"
Through the small viewing port on the side of the oven, Jia's face pressed flat against the glass once more.