Bozoku Production Process
Bozoku Production Process
After having my hymen publicly broken by the villain, the situation started to take a strange turn.
"Hey, did you see that? That video going around lately."
"That one? You mean the incident where villains got so distracted by some woman that they got arrested on the spot?"
"Are they fucking insane? How do you get caught like that?"
[Breaking News - Academy City Downtown Riot Incident, All Organization Executives Arrested]
["Lost their minds over a woman"]
[Expert: "A rare case of collective psychological collapse"]
"...What is this?"
I lay face down on my dormitory bed, staring at my phone screen and muttering in disbelief.
There were even related videos circulating.
The shaky footage showed the black jumpsuits pushing each other and raising their voices, completely out of control, and at the center of that chaos—
'...That's me.'
Of course, my face wasn't clearly visible.
But there was another problem.
The short edited video clips had exaggerated subtitles and meaningless nicknames plastered all over them, making it incredibly famous.
"...I'm going crazy for real."
I pressed my forehead and let out a deep sigh.
This wasn't something I intended to do - I just happened to get caught by a villain and was violated...
'Why is this happening like this...'
[Seongun Group Publicly Seeks 'Legendary Gal']
["Business collaboration offer... unprecedented conditions proposed"]
"...Isn't that Geon-woo's family group?"
Geon-woo, my Academy classmate and third-generation chaebol heir.
I immediately clicked on the post to check the details.
The content was simpler than I expected but featured a shockingly large amount.
"...1 billion won?"
I shot up from my bed and made a decision.
"...I need to go right now, this is it."
I stood in front of the mirror again, slowly checking my appearance.
My dyed blonde hair with its naturally flowing style, and a completely different light, free atmosphere than usual.
With a hat pulled down low and a mask covering most of my face, I headed toward the Seongun Group headquarters.
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"Wow..."
The moment I arrived at the building, an admiring gasp escaped me unintentionally.
The headquarters building, viewed from the front, felt more like a massive castle than a simple office building, boasting an overwhelming scale and atmosphere.
'This is... a company?'
The atmosphere was completely different from the entrance.
Thoroughly controlled security, organized traffic flow, and people moving busily yet without any disarray.
"...Excuse me."
After hesitating briefly, I approached the entrance guard and spoke cautiously.
"I'm here... about that announcement looking for me."
As I slightly lowered my mask, the guard looked me up and down, contacted someone briefly, then spoke to me again.
"We've been expecting you. I'll guide you inside."
*****
"Wow..."
The moment I entered the headquarters, I couldn't help but gasp in admiration again.
The expansive lobby, luxurious interior, and highly finished spatial composition that seemed to care about every detail made me truly feel the meaning of 'conglomerate'.
'Conglomerates really are different...'
I straightened my shoulders, trying not to be intimidated.
"You're here."
"...Yes?"
My expression almost froze for a moment.
That all-too-familiar face I often saw at the Academy.
"...Ah, hello..."
Of course, I didn't show any reaction outwardly.
"Nice to meet you."
I bowed naturally as if nothing was wrong.
Geon-woo looked at me briefly, then nodded without any particular suspicion.
"...Yes, nice to meet you."
Naturally, he didn't seem to recognize who I was.
"These are the materials related to this project."
"...Ah, yes."
I took them and turned the page, doubting my eyes the moment I saw the first page.
"...What is this?"
Geon-woo answered nonchalantly.
"The product proposal."
I looked down at the documents again.
[Project Name: Bojjonku]
[Concept: Premium dessert product utilizing a specific person's fame]
"Bojjonku......?"
"Precisely, it's a business venture to ride the trend."
"...No, that's not what I meant..."
I was momentarily speechless, then pointed between my legs and asked if this 'question' was correct.
"...You're going to model it after my pussy?"
"It's an element to maximize symbolism and topicality."
"...Seriously?"
I fell into thought for a moment.
Since my hymen had already been publicly broken, worrying about my image at this point was meaningless.
"No problems then?"
"...Yes, it's fine."
I roughly closed the documents and looked at Geon-woo once.
"...It will be a good choice for you."
The contract didn't have any strange clauses, so I signed without hesitation.
As soon as I finished signing, Geon-woo put down his pen and looked at me for a moment.
"Well, that concludes the contract discussion."
"...Yes?"
"May I now make a personal proposal?"
I narrowed my eyes slightly and looked at Geon-woo.
"...A personal proposal?"
"This project isn't just about a product - it's about making the 'person' themselves into a brand."
"...So?"
"It would be good to do a test... If you spend some time with me here right now, I'll give you a separate reward."
"...Okay."
When I agreed, Geon-woo began exploring me here and there, as if he intended to forcefully remove my clothes and test my body, just as he had done to me once before.
Though this body has no hymen, this is the first sexual act done by my own will.
Perhaps because my body still isn't accustomed to men, just that made my pussy tense up and tightly clench around the fingers entering me.
Squeeeeeak—
And then the fully swollen thing entered the already thoroughly wet interior that was ready to receive it, and the soft, chewy texture inside wrapped around the meat rod.
After keeping the thing inside for a while, allowing the dick deep inside, he lifted me so easily and thrust so roughly that it felt like something thick was piercing through my lower abdomen.
Thrust— Thrust—
When I seemed to be struggling a bit, he placed me on the table and was thrusting from behind when—
"...This is strange."
Geon-woo, who had been pressing against every corner of my vaginal walls as if savoring my pussy, stopped moving as if he'd noticed something odd.
"It feels familiar somehow......"
Gulp.
"It's not dye or contacts, is it??"
I panicked momentarily but pretended not to know anything outwardly.
"No. Why?"
Geon-woo looked at my hair once, then at my pupils as if double-checking.
"...You're definitely a different person."
Thrust, thrust!
Only then, as if having achieved conquest, he poured out all the semen he'd been saving up.
"Well then, let's move to the next step."
I couldn't get up from my seat due to the chilling tension, but female employees who appeared to be subordinates wiped my pussy and dressed me.
"Next is... what?"
"The modeling process. Before actual product production begins, we need to secure baseline data."
I nodded and followed Geon-woo as we moved.
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When we arrived at the circular scanning device with space to stand inside, Geon-woo added an explanation.
"It's a machine that can perfectly replicate a person's body, quite commonly used in this industry... but it has some side effects."
'This world... really has all sorts of things.'
"It can achieve near-perfect modeling with a 0.3% error margin, but it might stimulate the user's sense of shame. You'll still do it, right?"
"...Yes."
Of course I'll do it for 1 billion won.
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Well, I did say I'd do it for the money, but...
They didn't explain it would be like this at all?
"Um... is this process really necessary...?
Whirrr— Whirrr— Whirrr—
Some mysterious machine was moving back and forth in my pussy as if trying to extract every last drop of my love juice, thoroughly trampling on human dignity.
"Yes. For producing a perfect, error-free onah... I mean, Bojjonku, it's an essential process."
That bastard's doing it on purpose. He's definitely deliberately toying with me.
"Ah, we plan to produce onaholes based on this data and give them as gifts to some purchasers. Is that okay?"
The researcher asked while I was suspended in the air, with an expression that said "what are you going to do if I don't allow it?"
"Huuuung... It's... okay..."
The place they brought me to for producing Bojjonku was a laboratory with incredibly elaborate equipment that seemed far removed from the food business.
Ha... Right. It's my fault for thinking nothing would happen since we're classmates in the same department.
Anyway, I'm not a virgin anymore, and this body has become too famous to use anymore, so I could be generous about this much.
"Ah, and the director said it would greatly help sales if there was a chance for purchasers to meet the actual model of 'Bojjonku' with a very low probability. Is this also okay?"
Whiiiiiiiiiiiiir—!
As he said this, the researcher significantly increased the machine's intensity, and my pussy was easily conquered as if it could love even the rough movements of the machine.
"Hggguuuuuuh—! Please... I'll do it! Nghaht!"
Whiiir—! Whiiir—!
Despite my desperate, hurried answer, the machine churning inside me showed no signs of slowing down.
'Nghh... I can't stop climaxing...!'
My limbs were already restrained and suspended in the air, with only my waist convulsing violently—brrrrr—within the limited space, announcing my climax.
The thing that entered me was different from that of other living beings, and beyond just mimicking movements, it showed all the extremes a woman could experience.
A huge dick slightly touching my womb while fully filling my vaginal interior and entrance.
A moderately thick dick smoothly passing through the passage to my womb and sharply piercing it.
A curved dick pleasuring every corner of my pussy that other dicks couldn't reach.
With all these forms of dick, slowly, quickly, completing me as a woman.
Pshoot—! Pshooshoshoshoshoshoot—!
As the transparent white juice from my pussy soiled various parts of the laboratory, the machine slowed its movements and stopped my convulsions.
"We're almost done now... How about waiting a bit and trying other devices? They're not related to the scan, but you seem to enjoy them."
Though completely intoxicated by the afterglow of climax and unable to control my body at all, I desperately managed to nod my head just enough to accept the researcher's proposal.
*****
And so I, treated as subhuman by machines in front of researchers, lost consciousness after climaxing repeatedly while immersed in pleasure.
When I came to, I realized suspiciously sourced magic power had been newly charged, but.
I simply devoured the evidence of love that had entered my lower mouth.
'Haa...... even got my magic power charged. Today was so good♥'
It was a fulfilling day.