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EP.265 Obedient Female Livestock 

She felt like she was going to die from suffocation. 

Heo Seong-ah, bewildered by why this was suddenly happening to her, grabbed her master’s wrist. 

“Move your hand. Close your eyes. Stay still.” 

“Keheok..!” 

Even as she felt a real sense of impending death, she obediently followed her master’s commands. 

“Kehek... Heo-eok... Heok..!” 

Her body trembled as her breathing was suppressed, and she gasped painfully from time to time. 

No matter how much time passed, Jun-ha did not let go of her neck. 

“Endure it. I won’t let go, whether you die or not.” 

“Keheo-eok..!” 

It was no joke. 

It was sincere. 

He intended to finish this properly, making sure she knew her place. 

If Heo Seong-ah clung to her humanity to the end... 

He was ready to twist her neck and kill her right there. 

“Heo Seong-ah.” 

“Kehek...” 

He called her name, but there was no answer. 

Her face was pale as if she had lost consciousness, but even so, she perked up her ears and listened intently to her master’s words. 

“They say that when a person senses their life is in danger, the body spreads pleasurable sensations to suppress stress. Did you know that?” 

“Keheo-eok..!” 

It’s the same principle as a fish releasing its eggs before becoming sashimi. 

Regardless of one’s will, a strong breeding instinct creates a temporary heat before death, even in humans. 

It’s said that couples who become addicted to the pleasure felt when being choked often engage in breath play sex. 

“How about you? Still not enough?” 

“Keheo-eok..!” 

Jun-ha’s grip on her neck grew even stronger. 

Listening, she started to feel... something... 

“Keheo-eok..! Heok..!” 

Unable to breathe, she felt her lower belly contract and a trembling pleasure in her womb. 

“You’re an onahole. Your only value is your pussy. Got it?” 

“Keheok...” 

Unable to speak with her throat blocked, Heo Seong-ah nodded instead. 

Even as she squeezed her eyes shut and trembled, her lower body was soaked. 

“Heoeok..!” 

Completely restrained and unable to do anything, she was a pitiful sight. 

Jun-ha, wanting to torment her more, tightened his grip even further. 

“Keheo-eok..!!” 

Unable to endure any longer, Heo Seong-ah grabbed her master’s wrist. 

Just as she struggled for her life, her reason snapped and she fainted. 

“Kehek...” 

Fortunately, she quickly regained consciousness... 

But her body was so limp she couldn’t move. 

It felt as if she’d been injected with a stimulant, a muscle relaxant, and an aphrodisiac all at once. 

“Heoaek... Haaak... Kkehuuk...” 

Her mind, gone completely blank, was filled only with the desire to escape the current pain. 

She realized that to be freed from pain, she had to obediently follow her master’s words. 

“Master...” 

“Yes, Seong-ah.” 

Even in her dazed state, Heo Seong-ah perked up her ears and managed a smile. 

“Yes, I’m here. Look at me properly.” 

“Yes...” 

Jun-ha grabbed her neck with one hand. 

“Keheo-eok!!” 

Her thin, delicate neck was powerlessly compressed by his grip. 

Her airway was blocked, but unlike before, she didn’t feel the pain of suffocation. 

Rather, the gentle touch brought a chillingly pleasurable sensation. 

Jun-ha stroked her cheek with his other hand and whispered softly. 

He hammered into her mind all sorts of things: 

The reason she became female livestock. 

That her only value was her pussy. 

That her fate was to live as a female livestock onahole for life. 

That she was nothing but a powerless cunt. 

That all the training and torture her master did came from love. 

That her master’s attitude would change depending on her mindset. 

... 

... 

... 

And various other things. 

Jun-ha directly implanted commands into her brain as he thought of them. 

Unconsciously nodding, she reflected on his words and understood her place. 

“...Got it?” 

Heo Seong-ah nodded again. 

Judging that it would be truly dangerous to keep choking her, Jun-ha finally let go. 

She immediately collapsed forward, unconsciously assuming her best-known naked dogeza posture. 

“Haha..!” 

It was always a ridiculous sight to see the female livestock pose. 

With a sneer, Jun-ha stomped on her bowed head. 

“So what now? Should I tear your pussy?” 

“Hhuuk...” 

Female livestock Heo Seong-ah. 

Now her only value was her pussy. 

She had to become an onahole who thinks and acts with her pussy first. 

“Yes..! Please tear my pussy..!” 

After much hesitation, Heo Seong-ah gave the model answer, smiling as if she were a pig offering its head to the slaughter. 

“Puh! Puhahaha!!” 

Jun-ha burst out laughing at her completely broken, vulgar appearance. 

“Puhahahaha!! Seong-ah, you’re really hilarious.” 

It seemed nothing like the past would ever happen again. 

A month passed. 

Heo Seong-ah was reborn as an obedient female livestock who never defied her master again, always submitting wherever and whenever. 

She realized she could never escape, no matter what she tried, and truly accepted her grim reality. 

A month ago, that day. 

Heo Seong-ah sincerely repented for all her past wrongs. 

She declared she would obey any command her master gave. 

But Jun-ha, not believing her, began harsh torture... 

And to prove it wasn’t a lie, Heo Seong-ah accepted his love with a smile, no matter how painful or distressing it was. 

Her butt became a bloody mess, 

her pussy was torn, 

she endured orgasm torture without sleep, 

and suffered unbearable enema torture... 

But she never lost her smile. 

She wanted to deny reality, even if just like this. 

She couldn’t survive without going mad. 

“Hehe...” 

Heo Seong-ah’s foolish giggle... 

was her own way of enduring the pain of reality. 

... 

With each punishment, her vulgar body became even more ruined, reaching a point of no return. 

Her huge breasts constantly spurted breast milk. 

Her urethral and anal sphincters were so stretched she couldn’t control them without a plug. 

Her pussy became so elastic it could swallow even the largest objects to the base. 

Her urethra would squirt at the slightest touch. 

No matter what happened, she wore a foolish grin. 

Whenever she felt pleasure, she would whimper and act cute. 

She bore hideous piercings, the symbol of a vulgar female livestock. 

She had permanent tattoos on her uterus and her master’s name. 

... 

... 

... 

Heo Seong-ah had become a perfect cunt onahole in every way. 

There was no longer any trace of the girl who screamed and begged for her life. 

Jun-ha sometimes missed the old, resistant Heo Seong-ah... 

But raising a totally obedient onahole wasn’t so bad either. 

“Nice. I like it a lot, Seong-ah.” 

“Uuuk... kkuuk... hehe...” 

Lying in bed, Heo Seong-ah, now a living onahole, would ride her master until he came. 

Even after orgasming repeatedly and losing strength, her legs never stopped moving up and down. 

She had truly realized her only value was her pussy. 

Even if her limbs hurt or her mind broke from climax... 

She had to keep moving her pussy until her master ejaculated. 

“I love you, Seong-ah.” 

“I love you too, Master... hehe...” 

The happy daily life they’d both longed for. 

Jun-ha wished this time would repeat forever. 

Lately, Jun-ha, having regained his energy, lived each day with a happy expression. 

His improved personality led to better friendships and his grades rose above average. 

Though many leeches clung to him for his wealth, he also made a few trustworthy friends and wasn’t lonely. 

“Did you say you like tteokbokki?” 

After finishing university classes, Jun-ha spotted a street food stall on the roadside. 

Thinking of Heo Seong-ah waiting alone at home, he decided to splurge and bought two servings of tteokbokki to take home. 

While riding the bus past an intersection, a loudspeaker blared through the window. 

“Abolish the communal property system!” 

“Abolish it! Abolish it!” 

Thousands of people gathered, holding banners and placards. 

They were all members of anti-communal property protest groups. 

They declared they would not stop protesting until the government abolished the communal property system, gathering like this every day for resistance. 

On the surface, it looked like a nonviolent, peaceful protest... 

But even so, murders suspected to be the work of these protest groups were still happening somewhere.