Under the Scalpel
"Ah... Aaah! Aaaahhh!" Yeeun shrieked, her eyes rolling back as her body violently convulsed.
"Patient, we haven't even started yet. Why the hell are you throwing a fit?" Junsik sneered, slowly dragging the scalpel.
The razor-sharp blade of the scalpel slowly traced the pen marks—the dotted incision lines—slicing through her skin without the slightest resistance. Hot blood cascaded down her ribs.
"Aaargh... Agyaaah! Uwaaaah!" The antiseptic previously slathered over the area seeped into the freshly cut flesh, searing her brain cells with agonizing pain.
"It hurts! It hurts! Mommy! Daddy!"
"Patient, you fucking bitch, why are you crying for your mommy and daddy like a toddler? Your parents aren't here," Junsik mocked.
"Well, bitches never really mature past the mental capacity of a toddler anyway," a spectating Vanguard member added.
Without a word, Junsik gave his wrist a light flick. With a wet, tearing sound, he drove the scalpel deeper into the incision.
As the soft skin puckered along both sides of the blade and the scalpel sliced through the subcutaneous fat,
"Ugh... Egyaaah! Agyaaark!" Along with Yeeun's grotesque screams, yellow, sticky fat oozed out of the cut like crushed jelly.
It was yellow and sticky, with a creamy texture like melted butter, but it emitted a foul, gamey stench. The yellow fat dripped sluggishly alongside the blood, reeking of decay.
"Fuck, what a godawful stench." One of the Vanguard members dramatically pinched his nose in exaggeration.
"Bitches these days eat nothing but garbage like malatang and tanghulu, so their bodies are already completely ruined from the inside out." Junsik pried the incision wide open, exposing the yellow-white flesh, and dipped his finger into it.
"Ah... Ahg..."
Junsik playfully rubbed and mashed the fat with his finger before pulling it out and raising his latex-gloved hand. He pinched his thumb and index finger together, then pulled them apart. The yellowish, sticky fat stretched between his fingers like a spiderweb.
"That's why the Hannyeo breed has an exceptionally pungent, gamey odor."
He then inserted forceps into the skin. Like the pages of a book being pried open, the soft skin, laden with a thick layer of fat, tore open with a wet rip. Junsik applied a bit more force and peeled the skin back.
"Aaah! Agyaaah!"
Like peeling a rotten orange, the hide—drenched in fat and blood—was stripped away, exposing the muscle layer beneath. The pale red muscle twitched pitifully, and red blood vessels squirmed like thrashing earthworms, repeatedly expanding and contracting in a frantic struggle. Patches of half-peeled yellow fat remained stuck to the muscle.
"See? Once you peel back the inside, the smell gets even worse, doesn't it?"
The metallic stench of rotting meat and the wild, gamey odor of animal fat filled the operating room.
"The Hannyeo like to comfort themselves by claiming they don't have body odor, but that's only because their lack of exercise, promiscuous sex lives, and terrible diets prevent normal metabolism. It certainly doesn't mean they're healthy."
Junsik peeled the skin back even further. The peeled-back skin could no longer retract, hanging limply and exposing the yellow fat layer as it trembled weakly.
"Ahg... Ahg..." Bloody foam bubbled from Yeeun's mouth. From her split-open chest, yellowish fat mixed with blood dripped in clumps, sticking to the space between her skin and the steel operating table.
"Kuh... Ahg... Gahg..." Yeeun drifted out of consciousness.
"This isn't very fun."
"The video won't sell well if she's like this," a Vanguard member complained.
"Don't worry. Am I not a doctor? I've prepared everything," Junsik chuckled. He then ordered the nurse, "Bring that out."
Soon, the nurse produced a massive syringe. To say the needle was as thick as a chopstick would barely be an exaggeration.
"I heard this was developed during human experimentation in the former North Korea... Well, seeing is believing. Let's inject it."
He picked up the syringe, aimed at the nipple of her other, un-sliced breast, and plunged the needle deep inside. As the needle slid all the way through the nipple and Junsik depressed the plunger,
"Ahg..." The unconscious Yeeun let out a faint groan, her body twitching as if whimpering in her sleep.
The mysterious drug flooded into Yeeun's breast, filling the space between the mammary glands and the muscle, causing the entire breast to swell.
"Why the breast of all places?" one of the Vanguard members asked.
Junsik paused for a moment, then replied slyly, "Well, isn't that way more arousing?"
"As expected, you're a man of culture," the Vanguard member flattered.
"Ahg..." The needle was pulled back out. The thick metal shaft was coated in slick blood and fat.
"By the way, what kind of injection is that?"
"Just wait and see." A moment later,
"Ah... Ah... Ah..." Yeeun's brow furrowed, her lips trembling.
Then, "Ah... Ah?.." She opened her eyes.
Yeeun blinked, completely disoriented, before the delayed wave of agony hit her. "Ah... Ahg..." Her mouth fell open.
The drug injected into Yeeun was a highly concentrated stimulant. She gasped and wheezed, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly a few times, before—
"Ah... Aaaah! Egyaaark! Agyaaark!" She let out a grotesque shriek, her entire body convulsing violently.
Every time Yeeun's body thrashed, the fat and blood stuck to the operating table peeled away with a sticky, tearing sound.
"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much! Agyaaark!" Yeeun resisted desperately, but the leather straps binding her hands, feet, and thighs only dug deeper into her flesh. Her body refused to obey.
"Where do you think you're going to run, patient?" Junsik sneered.
"Even if you run around with your chest skinned raw, you'll just die in no time anyway. Wouldn't it be better to just let me finish the surgery?" he mocked.
"It hurts! Save me! No, please save me! It hurts so much! My chest, it hurts so... Aaaaah!" No answer came. Only screams. Regardless, the surgery continued.
"Kyaaaah! Ahg... Please! Stop cutting my chest! Seriously, ahg! I'm really going to die!"
"You won't die from just this, patient." Yeeun's screams harmonized with the metallic clinking of the restraint buckles, providing pleasant background music for the men in the operating room.
Junsik aimed for the deep recesses of the exposed chest muscle and plunged the scalpel even further in.
"Ah... Ahg... Ahg... Kuhg..." The capillaries clinging to the muscle, which had been twitching weakly, spewed blood. With a wet, tearing sound, small chunks of fat were sliced away and dropped onto the surgical tray.
Soon, at Junsik's instruction—"Forceps here too..."—the forceps clamped along the muscle fibers, prying the deeper layers of the breast wide open.
Inside the breast, "Are these... the mammary glands?"
"Yes. They are also called mammary ducts." Pale red, lumpy tubes were clustered together like bunches of grapes, embedded grain by grain between the fat and muscle layers.
"The nails... are probably embedded inside these mammary glands. Want to feel them?"
"Won't she die if I do that?"
"It's fine as long as we sanitize properly."
"Well then..." One of the Vanguard members hesitated before squeezing Yeeun's mammary glands with his fingertips.
"Oh..." the Vanguard member marveled.
"Aaah! Ahg! Gah! Why?! Inside my chest?! Why?! Aaaaah!" The plump mammary glands resisted his fingers with a firm, rubbery elasticity. Driven to near-madness by a sensation of pain she had never experienced in her life, Yeeun rolled her eyes back and repeatedly thrashed upward, only to be slammed back down onto the operating table by her restraints.
"How does it feel?"
"It feels a bit like a firm rubber tube... yet it's soft and warm. I've never felt anything like this before," the Vanguard member mused, tilting his head.
"Of course. It's a rare experience," Junsik smiled genially as he continued the surgery.
The Vanguard member pulled his hand away. "Kyaaaah! Kyaah! It hurts! It stings! It's burning!" A clear liquid poured into the depths of her chest. With a high-pitched shriek unlike any she had made before, Yeeun's body convulsed. It was the antiseptic.
"What a drama queen..." Junsik squeezed the mammary glands hard. One of the glands, which had been on the verge of necrosis due to a nail driven into it, swelled on both sides of his grip before bursting, spraying a mixture of cloudy fat and pus that had failed to become breast milk, before collapsing limply.
"Kahg... Kahg..." Yeeun gnashed her teeth, foaming at the mouth with blood, but cursedly, she could not pass out again. The effects of the stimulant were simply too powerful.
"Now then... let's pinpoint exactly where the nails are embedded." Junsik made a long incision down another mammary gland.
"Kuhg. Gahg. Kuhg." Along with her bubbling screams, bloody foam spilled rapidly from the corners of Yeeun's mouth, looking almost like a scene from a ridiculous American B-movie.
"Ju... Just... ki... kill me... please... kill me... now..." Yeeun pleaded, her eyes rolled back. But—
"It's already too late, patient." Junsik had no intention of listening.
"If you keep fucking whining, I'm going to skin you alive." Junsik brandished the scalpel in front of Yeeun's eyes.
"Kuhg..." He burst another mammary gland as a warning.
Yeeun's fingers twitched erratically in agony, tapping against the operating table as if playing a piano. One or two of her fingernails ripped backward with a sickening crack, exposing the raw flesh beneath, but Yeeun didn't even have the luxury to register that pain.