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EP.182 Bursting the Breasts (2) 

"Sung-ah, how can you be in so much pain from just this? Haven't you ever had a mammogram?" 

"Hic... hua... I've never had one..." 

"Guess it's because you're still young..? Well, just think of this as a practice run~" 

After saying this, Jun-ha turned the lever one more time. 

"AAAAAAAH..!" 

With each turn, it was only about 0.1 cm. 

Such a tiny change made an enormous difference in pain. 

Heo Seong-ah, feeling like her breasts would explode under the pressure, reflexively reached out to grab Jun-ha's wrist. 

"Sung-ah, put your hands behind your back." 

"Master... huuk, this hurts too much..." 

"Hands." 

"Huuk, Master..." 

"Hands. That's the third time I've said it." 

"Hicc... euk..." 

Tears streaming down her face, she eventually gripped her own fists behind her back to keep herself from moving. 

"Move and you'll be punished." 

"Y-yes..!" 

Jun-ha turned the lever again. 

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" 

As her breast flesh was flattened, her already large nipples stuck out further and became more prominent. 

"Not yet." 

"Hykyaaaaaaaaaaaa!! My breasts are tearing! Aaaaaaah!!" 

Her breast, squashed between the two boards, was pressed to half its usual size. 

The pain of forcibly compressing so much flesh was incomparable to simply squeezing it by hand. 

"Kkhuk... kkaaaa..." 

Crrrk— 

The device's lever stopped moving. 

He could have forced it further, but any more and her breast would be deformed or even necrotic. 

"See? It's coming out well now." 

"Eh..?" 

Opening her tearful eyes, Heo Seong-ah saw breast milk burst from the swollen tip of her red breast. 

The ducts weren't fully open yet, so the amount was small, but a fine, thread-like stream arched out. 

"Eh, auh... huuk..." 

This whole situation was nothing but terrifying for her. 

Her unsightly, flattened breasts... 

Milk bursting out as if forcibly squeezed... 

The horrible pain that made her feel like fainting with just a small movement... 

She instinctively realized that once broken, her chest might never return to normal... 

... 

... 

... 

She was so afraid, she was speechless. 

"M-master..! Please, can you stop now? I'm really scared..." 

"What's there to be scared of?" 

"Hic..! My breasts... being pressed like this... it hurts..." 

"Is that so?" 

To compare, for a man, it'd be like putting his testicles in a press, crushed almost to bursting and stopped at the last moment. 

The primal fear—of not knowing when it would burst—would be enough to drive anyone crazy. 

"Hik... huk... kkeuk..." 

As time went on, her chest grew numb. 

Her breasts, crushed to the limit, weren't getting enough blood. 

"Hick...! Euk... huuk..!" 

"At first, I just wanted to scare you, but your reactions are so fun, I want to torment you more." 

"M-master..." 

"Maybe I'll just go ahead and make your breasts all saggy right now." 

"Hick..!" 

Whenever her master started talking like that, it terrified her to death. 

He was the kind of person who always did what he threatened. 

Knowing his personality best, Heo Seong-ah just shook her pale face silently. 

"Sung-ah, where'd you learn such bad manners? Shouldn't you express yourself properly, bitch? Is shaking your head no the right way?" 

"S-sorry, Master! I must've been crazy for a moment! I'm sorry..!" 

"Right? You're sorry? Then you deserve punishment, right?" 

"Ah... auh..." 

Jun-ha's hand slowly reached for the lever. 

He grabbed the lever, which wouldn't turn any more, and yanked it with force. 

"Ekuh... KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! STOP IT!! PLEASE, MASTER! KYAAAAAAA!!" 

With just one more notch, Heo Seong-ah opened her eyes wide and screamed for her life. 

"Do you understand your place now?" 

"I'm sorry... kkeuuk... I'm sorry, Master... hic, it hurts too much... please, stop... please..." 

With a cracking voice, Heo Seong-ah pleaded desperately. 

"I don't want to." 

"Hicc... Master... please..." 

"You're being punished because you failed, and I'm just carrying out the promised punishment, Sung-ah. If you keep acting like you just want to avoid pain and try to run, I'll really be disappointed." 

"Huuk..." 

"Take your punishment properly, and don't do this next time." 

Once more, Jun-ha reached for the lever. 

"Kkeuk...! Huuk..." 

She was certain her breasts would truly be destroyed if he turned it further. 

Once ruined, they'd never go back... 

There wouldn't be another chance... 

"Pleaseeeee... huuk..." 

She shook her tear-streaked face side to side. 

"Sigh..." 

Jun-ha sighed deeply and grabbed the lever. 

Heo Seong-ah clenched her eyes shut, bracing for the pain to come. 

Crrrrk— 

"Eh..? Haa..." 

The lever loosened, releasing the crushing pressure from her chest. 

"What, did you really think I'd turn it again?" 

"Huuk, Master..." 

"If I'd really meant to break you, I'd have turned it, but you're still useful, aren't you? I don't want shriveled old lady tits, so I let you off. Got it?" 

"Thank you, Master... huuk..." 

Whatever the reason, Heo Seong-ah was freed from the agony of bursting breasts. 

She threw herself prostrate, giving a naked dogeza to thank her master. 

"Still, you succeeded." 

"Huh? Auh!" 

Without warning, Jun-ha suddenly gripped her breast hard, squeezing. 

"Euk...kkeuk... aaaaaah..!" 

Thin streams of milky fluid trickled from her squashed nipple through his fingers. 

"See? Squeezing hard, the ducts opened and now it flows, right?" 

Compared to before, when the milk came out drop by drop, this was a clear improvement. 

"From now on, massage them and squeeze them yourself every day, alright?" 

"Yes, Master..! I'll never forget!" 

"I'll buy a 3-liter beaker tomorrow. You'll fill it up and get checked, got it?" 

"Yes, Master!!" 

Freed from pain, Heo Seong-ah nodded vigorously, grinning brightly. 

Now, acting like a fool to please her master was the only way she could survive. 

"It's late. Let's finish things up quickly and get to sleep." 

"Huh..? Yes, Master..." 

What else was left? 

Jun-ha picked up the basin full of sloshing breast milk and left the basement. 

He then returned with a rice bowl. 

"I only have this small dog bowl, so just for today use a regular rice bowl. I'll get a new one tomorrow, alright, Sung-ah?" 

"Yes, Master..!" 

The bowl was piled high with steaming white porridge. 

Unlike yesterday, it didn't have the strange sweet smell of porridge made with semen. 

"Aren't you curious how I made this? It's made from your breast milk." 

"What?" 

"I'm going to make your food with your own milk from now on. It's self-sufficiency—much cheaper and practical, right?" 

"Yes..! That sounds good..." 

Milk that comes out without even being pregnant is basically a dirty body fluid, no? 

The thought of eating a meal made from her own breast milk made her frown. 

But she decided eating porridge made from milk was far better than porridge boiled with semen. 

"Try eating." 

"Yes, Master!" 

Ravenous, she hesitated not at all and dove into the bowl to gobble it up. 

"Uup..." 

She expected a strong taste, but it was actually blander and milder than cow's milk, with just a hint of sweetness—almost like white rice porridge with a little sugar. 

"You're eating well." 

"Yes! It's delicious..!" 

"Good~ I was worried it would taste bad, since it'll be baby food for our child someday." 

In this country, all women are required to give birth before turning 30. 

Even female livestock and public restroom slaves aren't excepted, and as Jun-ha's private livestock, Heo Seong-ah was bound to bear his child. 

Remembering her fear of childbirth, she began to tremble and nearly started to cry. 

"What's wrong, Sung-ah?" 

"Huh..?" 

"Why'd you suddenly get so gloomy?" 

It was obvious that she was unhappy and couldn't hide it, even if she wanted to. 

"Ah, it's nothing!" 

"Nothing? Why? Do you hate the idea of having a baby?" 

Flinch. 

Heo Seong-ah flinched noticeably again as the question hit home. 

"Hmm... You don't want to have a baby with me?" 

"Ah, no..! That's not it..!" 

"If it's not that, then what is it?" 

"Uh..." 

She had no answer. 

Whatever she said, any excuse would probably upset Jun-ha, but just staying silent didn't seem like a good plan either. 

"Aren't you going to answer?" 

"Ah... huuk... it's just... I'm scared of giving birth." 

"Why?" 

"I heard it hurts so much..." 

Using the fear of childbirth as an excuse, she rubbed her lower belly and cried. 

"Really? Is that the truth?" 

"Yes... 

Come to think of it, a lot of women apparently refuse to give birth because they're too scared. 

They say it's like pushing out a watermelon, or that their genitals get ripped and they end up disabled... 

TV shows and internet stories use exaggerated language that easily scares any woman who's never given birth. 

Because of this, the birth rate plummeted to below 0.1%, and the birth duty law was made.