18-133

EP.133 Female Livestock 

Heo Seong-ah was given a comfortable rest period as promised by the manager. 

Though it was 3 hours of freedom that might be her first and last, with her body restrained, she couldn't rest comfortably and spent the time with her eyes open. 

"Nngh... Hic..." 

Her body trembled with each breath. 

As if going through severe withdrawal, cold sweat dripped down even when still, and her lower abdomen ached. 

"Nnnngh..." 

With her body fixed in a position where her toes barely touched the ground, her hair was pulled strongly even if she lost balance slightly. 

The impact on her scalp was indescribable, and as time passed, pain gradually spread to her neck and waist as well. 

"Nnghaah..." 

This restraint method was originally used for torturing prisoners, so Heo Seong-ah's reactions were to be expected. 

Though agonizing and painful to the point of wanting to die... 

This moment was still far better than undergoing the terrible training. 

"Huu... Haa..." 

Heo Seong-ah practiced breathing slowly to avoid the stimulation on her body. 

"Huu... Haa..." 

One inhale. 

One exhale. 

She controlled her breathing, which would normally happen unconsciously, to suppress the pleasure. 

"Huuu..." 

Her unnecessarily voluptuous breasts shook slightly with each breath, spreading faint vibrations. 

With her body trembling uncontrollably and leaking fluids from such minor stimulation, it seemed she would never be able to walk normally, let alone run, for the rest of her life. 

"Nnghh... Ugh..." 

Feeling a sudden chill down her spine, Heo Seong-ah spread her hands bound behind her back. 

Just relaxing slightly made her fingers curl, causing murderous pleasure. 

Especially her fingers, pierced with thick needles, were extremely sensitive as if they had become clitorises. 

"Nnghh..." 

She recalled the manager's words that she wouldn't be able to use her hands without special gloves. 

As much as she hated to admit it... this wasn't a situation she could overcome just by steeling her resolve. 

"Huuah..." 

For 3 hours, Heo Seong-ah twisted her body and writhed. 

It was a desperate attempt to minimize stimulation, but she likely didn't realize these movements were making her body react even more sensitively. 

"Nngh... Haaahn..." 

Unable to avoid the surging pleasure, she convulsed violently and squirted fluids each time she reached orgasm. 

In a state where she wanted to climax but couldn't... 

Heo Seong-ah experienced countless unpleasant, unsatisfying orgasms that made her want to die. 

3 hours passed in the blink of an eye. 

Right at 12 o'clock, the manager opened the door and stood facing Heo Seong-ah. 

Without a word, he extended his right index finger and poked her twitching nipple. 

"Kyiiigh!!" 

Just from that light touch, Heo Seong-ah showed an extreme reaction, her legs trembling violently. 

It was clear evidence that the aphrodisiac had fully permeated her body, making normal daily life impossible. 

"Did you rest well?" 

"Hic..." 

Though he had watched the video of Heo Seong-ah writhing all night, the manager asked formally with a smirk. 

"B62, congratulations. The time you've been waiting for to leave the shared facility is finally here." 

"Hic..." 

The moment that seemed like it would never come had arrived. 

Exactly 18 hours from now. 

At 6 PM on the final day, Heo Seong-ah would leave the shared facility and be in her owner's arms. 

"I'm certain B62 can endure until the very end. I hope you don't break." 

"Y-yes...?" 

What kind of training would they do on this last day that he was saying so much from the start? 

[This is something B62 must realize for herself. The process of that realization has been the training up to now, and tomorrow's final day will be when B62 is truly reborn as 'female livestock'.] 

She recalled the manager's words from last night. 

Unable to see and having no idea what he would do, her fear intensified. 

"Then let's move to the location for the final training." 

Finishing his words, the manager abruptly cut the rope binding Heo Seong-ah's hair. 

"Nngh!" 

Falling powerlessly and landing on her bottom, Heo Seong-ah shuddered and lay on her side. 

"Kyaaaahn!!" 

Immediately the hard floor stimulated her sensitive skin, spreading unimaginable pleasure, and she rolled onto her back to escape the stimulation. 

"Kyiigh! Ugh!" 

Forgetting her hands were bound behind her back, she pressed her full weight onto her palms. 

Flailing her lower body like a fish, Heo Seong-ah squirted fluids unsightly as she twisted about before barely managing to stop moving. 

"Nnnngh... Hic..." 

She took a doggy style position with her knees on the floor and upper body lowered. 

It was the only way to minimize contact with the floor and avoid stimulation. 

"B62, are you acting cute and begging to be penetrated?" 

"Ah... No..." 

The moment she responded to the manager's shame-inducing words, his blunt finger rubbed her pussy once. 

"Kyiiigh!!" 

Though he just rubbed back and forth like swiping a card, Heo Seong-ah's posture collapsed and she rolled side to side, squirting again. 

"Aaaahn!! Aaahn!! Kyiigh, uaaahn!!" 

She writhed, clearly in agony, flailing her hands in the air. 

The manager couldn't help but smile at Heo Seong-ah's unsightly thrashing. 

"Pfft, that's enough, please stand up. How long are you going to wriggle like a bug?" 

"Hic... Huh..." 

Did he think she was doing this because she enjoyed it? 

Coldly tossing out words as if it wasn't his concern, the manager pulled tightly on the leash connected to her neck, urging her to walk. 

"Kyiigh... Ugh!" 

She hadn't even stood up yet, but the sudden tug on her leash choked her, nearly making her lose consciousness. 

Her body lost balance and fell to the floor, writhing from the pleasure stimulating her skin nerves. 

"Nnghaahn!! Aaahn!!" 

She shook her flooded pussy up and down while stretching her legs, then curled up like a hibernating bear cub, her body trembling. 

"Aaah... Ahn!!" 

After a while, she shook her head side to side, gritted her teeth and fell to the side. 

She swayed her body left and right following the trajectory of her swinging breasts, letting out strange moans. 

In the end, no matter how much time passed, Heo Seong-ah showed no signs of getting up. 

Even walking on all fours like an animal would be better, but her vulgar body couldn't even manage that, only able to scream and roll on the floor. 

"Haa..." 

If he forcibly dragged her, there was hard cement flooring outside this room. 

Going through the bumpy cement hallway, taking the elevator, and finally reaching the last room for training... how much intense stimulation would Heo Seong-ah feel? 

Worried she might die from shock, the manager had no choice but to put the latex suit back on Heo Seong-ah's body. 

"Hic... Ugh..." 

Well, she would be wearing the suit during training anyway... so it didn't matter. 

"B62, there will be no more consideration. Stop thrashing and follow me." 

"Nngh... Hic... Yes..." 

The manager pulled tightly on the leash and walked side by side with the livestock towards the training room. 

They finally arrived at the training room. 

It felt similar to the room where she had her physical examination when first entering the shared facility. 

The difference was that this room had no tools for physical measurements, no kind female doctor, and only what's commonly called a "humiliation chair" placed in the center of the quiet room. 

Heo Seong-ah sat on the humiliation chair with her bottom pressed against it, her limbs bound with unbreakable rubber bands. 

"Uu... Hic..." 

She frowned, feeling the unpleasant stimulation of the chair against her back through the black latex suit. 

The chair back, which should have had a cushion, was made of cold metal that would chill one's spine if skin touched it... but Heo Seong-ah couldn't feel anything with all temperature, touch and stimulation blocked. 

"Nngh..." 

She just felt deep despair, wracking her broken mind about what would happen to her next. 

As always, she was certain that whatever she imagined, she would endure even worse, and tears already blurred her vision. 

"B62." 

"Hic!" 

She was startled by the manager's sudden voice. 

"You don't need to be so tense. I absolutely won't do anything painful." 

"Huugh..." 

"When this final training is over, B62 will become a very, very honest person." 

For some reason, his voice sounded full of confidence. 

Was he going to do brainwashing training? 

Or would she endure truly torturous, terrible acts? 

Either way, she was scared to the point of wanting to die.