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EP. 35 # 3. (Livestock University Student, 3rd Year, O Ji-hye) - Diseased and Filthy Females Cannot Enter! (2)

What kind of crazy talk is this?

Here, in this place where hundreds of people are gathered, everyone is being told to take off their clothes?

"Why...why are we being told to take off our clothes?"

The student who asked the question was wearing the same women's uniform as me.

The only reason someone wears the same uniform here is because they are not originally a Livestock University student.

Good!

What a great question!

Thank you for asking on my behalf!

The assistant approaches.

And...

Thwack!

"Ahh!"

She was slapped and fell to the ground.

How hard was she hit?

The murmurs that had filled the room suddenly stopped.

"Take off your clothes if you're told to! Why are you talking so much?"

"Take them off quickly!"

"Take off your clothes, you bitches!"

The assistants shout from all directions.

"W-we'll take them off! We'll take them off!!"

"Don't hit us!!!"

The hall turns into chaos in an instant.

I also quickly take off my clothes out of fear.

Buttons...buttons...!

My hands are shaking...!

They don't come off easily...!

Why...why is this happening?!

"Can't you take them off yet?!"

A muscular assistant shouts in front of me.

"I-I...the buttons won't come off...!!"

"You're wearing women's clothes like you're some kind of noble, but you're just a female animal!"

Whoosh!

The assistant's rough hands grab my shirt.

"Wait! Just a minute! What...what are you doing...?!"

Rip!

"Ahh...Ahh...Ahh!!"

"Why are you taking off your clothes so carefully? You won't be able to wear them again!"

"No...no...stop!!"

The assistant forcibly removes my clothes, almost tearing them off.

My last remaining clothes...!

They're designer, worth over two million won!!!

"Do you know how much this costs? It's over two million won! Will you compensate me?"

"Damage to property during training is exempt from liability, didn't you know?"

Rip! Rip!

My blouse and skirt are torn apart by the assistant's rough hands.

"Don't...please...please......"

"You need to take off your bra and underwear too!"

Rip!

"Ahh...Ahh!!"

I'm suddenly naked.

This is complete human rights abuse.

I'm not even a livestock yet...not even a female animal...

This is too much!

"This is human rights abuse...! I'll sue...I'll sue...!"

The assistant looks at me and smirks.

"Try it. While you're in this facility, you'll be under my control until you beg for mercy."

"I'll leave...! I won't stay in a place like this!"

"If a third-year Livestock University student escapes from the facility without permission, they'll be sent straight to the factory. Don't you know that?"

"Uh...?"

"Go ahead and try. I'll personally escort you out."

"Uh...uh...uh......"

Tears stream down my face.

I'm still a woman with human rights.

I'm a woman who can clear up misunderstandings and leave this place.

But I'm no match for overwhelming violence.

My buttocks still hurt from the earlier beating.

If I get hit again, I might die.

"No...no...I'm sorry...I did wrong...I did wrong......"

I had to apologize humiliatingly as tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Anyway, women need to be beaten to come to their senses."

The assistant smirks and moves on to other students who haven't taken off their clothes.

"Huuu...huuuu......"

I sit down, covering my chest and genitals with my hands.

My buttocks hurt.

I didn't want to cry shamefully; I wanted to show a dignified face...

But tears won't stop.

Rip!

"Ahh...Ahh!!"

"I'll take them off! I'll take them off, please!!!Ahh...Ahh!!"

Rip! Rip!

The sound of clothes tearing and the screams of the students fill the air.

Is this what hell is like?

Chaos.

This place is truly chaotic.

"You bitches were brought here because of this!"

Rip!

"I was wrong! I was wrong!!!"

Why do we have to suffer such humiliation?

Why...why...?

"Get up, all of you who have taken off your clothes! What are you sitting there for, thinking you're so great?"

Get up.

I have to get up.

To avoid further humiliation...

"Huuu..."

My buttocks ache as my feet touch the ground.

But I don't have the energy to care about that.

Thud.

I stand up and touch my buttocks.

"It's...it's fortunate...my skin wasn't torn off."

I don't feel any wetness, so I didn't bleed.

Of course, I have a bruise, but it's not as serious as I thought, so that's a relief.

"Get up, you lazy bitches!!"

"Ahh! Okay! Okay, I understand!! It hurts!!"

"Please stop! Please!! Huuuu......"

The assistants roughly grab the hair of students who can't get up and force them to stand.

It's fortunate that I was able to stand up by force.

"Those who are standing, get into attention position! What's so great about covering yourselves?"

Thud!

My hands are forced down by the assistant.

I look at the assistant's eyes; they're like those of a beast.

If I cover my chest or genitals again, I'll be beaten mercilessly.

"Huuu...yes......"

The assistant glares at me a bit more before moving on to other students.

This is a humiliating situation.

No one can stop it, and it's not illegal.

It's absurd...

The chaotic hall is being organized by the assistants.

The disordered lines are being straightened.

Each student standing naked in attention position is a tragedy.

Few students aren't crying.

The officer on the stage takes the microphone again after seeing some order restored.

"There's a saying that male and female animals need to be beaten every three days. Isn't that saying humiliating? But looking at you, it seems like it's true."

Humiliating remarks about the women here.

But no one protests.

"Do you know why you enter this facility starting from your third year?"

Should I answer?

I glance around, but no one responds.

"It's because you're supposed to find a good owner and get married quickly after becoming adults. But since you haven't married by your third year, you're brought here to fix your rotten minds!

It will be a tough time, but you must endure it so you don't end up in the baby factory! This officer will do his best to train you."

The mention of the baby factory.

As soon as those words are spoken, the hall falls into a silent commotion.

The women around me start trembling.

It's fear.

Fear of going to that place.

What kind of place is the baby factory that people fear so much?

"Let's proceed with the physical examination! The examination officers, please enter!"

The door behind the stage opens, and 20 men enter, all wearing white medical gowns.

"This facility does not allow diseased and filthy females to enter! We will test for syphilis, herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and AIDS!"

Ah, so that's why they told us to take off our clothes.

To check if we have any diseases.

"Trainees, assume the examination position! Instructor Shim, please come to the stage."

"Yes!"

A clear, high-pitched voice.

Is this a woman?

Instructor Shim, who came to the stage, is a woman.

She's dressed in the same uniform as the men, with no exposure.

"She must be a Seoul University graduate......"

A woman with human rights, standing proudly in front of women who will become commodities in three years at most.

I wonder how thrilling it must be for her.

To stand in a position of superiority, looking down at women with miserable futures.

I wanted to feel that thrill.

But why am I...why am I standing in this dump?

"Let's demonstrate the examination position. Begin!"

"Begin!"

Instructor Shim responds mechanically and bends her upper body down.

She crosses her arms on the floor and puts her head down, then spreads her legs wide.

My body, like the other women, starts shaking.

That position is too embarrassing and humiliating.

It exposes the vagina and anus completely.

"Now that the instructor has shown you, assume the examination position, all of you!"

Do I have to take that position?

That terrifying position?

"Move quickly! Move quickly!"

The assistants rush in with paddles.

The students start bending down hastily.

Thud!

"Ahh!"

Whoosh!

"Huuu......"

Maybe because they moved too quickly, some women hit their heads on the floor.

Thud!

"Ahh!"

I'm not an exception.

I know the fear of those paddles better than anyone.

I don't want to be hit with them again!

"Huuu...huuuu......"

Even in a daze, I try to assume the position.

I cross my arms...lift my buttocks...

Thwack!

"Ahh...Ahh!!"

Thwack!

"Ahh...Ahh!!"

The screams of the women who were late in assuming the position and the sound of them being hit.

It's terrifying.

Just listening to it gives me chills.

The fear that I could end up like that terrifies me.

"Don't you spread your legs wider? Your vagina is closed!"

Thwack!!

In an instant, I feel a surge of anger and kneel down.

I was hit on the buttocks for not spreading my legs properly.

"Don't you get up? Get up quickly!"

"Yes! Yes! Don't hit me! Please don't hit me!!"

I use all my strength to lift my buttocks again.

I spread my legs as wide as I can.

"Good, good. That's how you expose your vagina completely."

I'm relieved.

I won't be hit anymore.

The praise from the assistant gives me a strange sense of relief.

"You stupid woman, don't you spread your legs wider? Wider?!"

Thwack!!

"What are you ashamed of? Don't cover yourself!"

Thwack!!

Around me, the scene turns into chaos again.