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EP.3 1. (Pre-Livestock Female University Student Lee Sol-ah) - I Don't Want to Wear Livestock Clothing...(3)

How much time has passed? I managed to calm down a bit.

"Let's go to the department store," my father said.

I used to enjoy shopping, but not now.

"Why?" I asked.

"We need to buy clothes for the meeting," he replied.

I already have many formal dresses, so there's no need to buy new ones.

However, going to buy clothes specifically for the meeting meant buying livestock clothing.

My face hardened. My father hugged me, seeing my expression.

"I understand. But please understand that it can't be helped."

My father must be struggling too, telling me to buy livestock clothing.

I decided not to show my distress.

"I'm fine, Dad. Let's go."

"May I come with you, sir?" my mother asked cautiously.

"No," my father replied firmly.

"You know that livestock must walk naked on all fours in the department store."

"But..."

"Jeong-mi, you're crossing the line."

Jeong-mi was my mother's name when she had rights. Legally, she can't use that name anymore, so she's given a name like those used for pets.

My father never gave her a new name, but sometimes he called her by her old name when speaking seriously.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just a lowly livestock...I'm sorry..."

"I understand. I just can't bear the thought of you being naked and on all fours in the department store."

"I remember our first date at the department store. I don't want to ruin that memory."

My father gently kissed my mother's lips.

"Thank you...sir."

"I still regret not letting you finish your education at the National Capital University."

The only way for a couple to have an equal relationship is if both graduate from the National Capital University. Then, the woman can be a dignified individual alongside her husband.

I once thought about that too. Why did my mother make such a foolish decision when she had the talent?

"Don't regret it, sir. It was my decision. You would have been taken by another woman if it weren't for that time."

"You're so beautiful...how could I let that happen?"

"It's all in the past, sir. Don't regret it."

My mother tried to hug my father but stopped. Livestock don't have the right to do that, even with their loved ones.

"You said I could move freely at home."

"Yes...thank you, sir."

Only then did my mother hug my father. It was a beautiful moment, but bittersweet.

Livestock can't even hug their loved ones without permission. The thought of becoming one made me sad.

"Don't worry about the clothes, Sol-ah. I'll choose well."

"I'll trust you, sir."

My father took my hand.

"Let's go."

We went to the department store in my father's car.

"I went here last week, but now I can't enter the women's clothing section."

The women's clothing section is restricted to certain individuals: genius elementary, middle, and high school students, National Capital University students, and graduates.

Until last week, I could enter as a genius high school student, but now that I've graduated, I can't.

The only place I can shop now is the livestock clothing section.

The difference between regular women's clothing and livestock clothing is the level of exposure. Women's clothing is modest, similar to men's, with minimal exposure.

However, livestock clothing is designed to stimulate men's desires, as it's the duty of livestock to receive sperm. Therefore, it's considered virtuous to dress as provocatively as possible.

Livestock have no choice; everything is decided by men. Women who haven't become livestock yet also have to wear less revealing versions of livestock clothing to get used to it.

I've never worn such clothes, but I've seen others in them. Even the less revealing versions seemed crude.

As we entered the underground parking lot, my body began to tremble. Imagining myself in livestock clothing made me anxious.

"Dad...I don't want to wear livestock clothing..."

I had decided not to be distressed, but I couldn't help it. I ended up troubling my father again.

"It's okay. You'll get used to it soon."

My father took my hand, and his hand was trembling too.

As a genius daughter, I was expected to live as an elite with rights. Now, I'm being sent to an unknown man as a property without rights. My father must be heartbroken.

"We'll be okay...it will all be okay..."

We walked down to the bottom of the parking lot, relying on each other.

"Welcome. Please confirm your identity."

The livestock clothing section is on the second floor, accessible by a dedicated escalator. I had never been there before, thinking I'd never need to go.

As we entered, a male clerk politely asked for our identification. In this society, you can't enter most places without an ID.

Beep. My father's RFID chip was read, and his identity appeared. The clerk's eyes widened.

"Ah, Director of Social Support, it's an honor to have you visit."

The clerk was well-educated and greeted us with respect.

He looked at me, clearly recognizing me as the director's daughter. My attire seemed unusual to him.

"Uh...Director, I think you might be in the wrong place. The women's clothing section is on the third floor..."

He must have assumed I was a National Capital University graduate because I'm the director's daughter.

I felt a deep sense of shame as I entered.

Beep. The clerk's voice and gaze subtly looked down on me. It was expected, given my new status as a pre-livestock university student.

Just a week ago, I could proudly enter the women's clothing section, but now I'm restricted to the livestock clothing section.

It was humiliating. I was a pre-livestock, tarnishing my father's reputation.

"...What are you doing?" my father asked, his hand trembling in anger at the clerk's condescending attitude.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it that way! Sorry!"

"Let's go, Sol-ah."

"Yes..."

We entered the store, leaving the apologetic clerk behind.

My father led me to the most expensive luxury brand store.

I learned that there are luxury brands for livestock clothing too. The store looked similar to regular women's clothing stores, but the clothes were different.

There were mid-range, high-end, and luxury brands.

It made sense; livestock are their husbands' property, and decorating them is a hobby.

Livestock wearing luxury brands have the same effect as wearing high-end watches.

"...I'll make sure to cut that guy down."

My father still seemed upset.

I felt bad too, but what could I do? My status was that of livestock.

"Dad...he's not wrong. Don't do that."

My father stopped and looked at me.

"Ah...you're such a kind daughter..."

He hugged me tightly.

"I'm really sorry to have to dress you in these clothes...because of me..."

"No, Dad. I'm the one who should be sorry for disappointing you..."

My father's arms tightened.

He seemed to want to say something but didn't.

"...Let's go."

"Yes...Dad."

We entered the luxury livestock clothing store.

As we walked, I saw other customers. It was rare for men to shop alone; most were accompanied by livestock on leashes, walking on all fours.

The livestock were adorned with accessories, but the key point was that they were all naked.

It was ironic that they had to be naked in a department store where they came to buy clothes.

Five years ago, a livestock incident occurred where one wore clothes with hidden weapons and caused chaos in a department store, resulting in five deaths.

Since then, a law was enacted requiring livestock to be naked at all times in public.

I'll soon be in the same situation.

Beep. "Welcome, Director. What kind of clothes are you looking for?"

RFID technology is convenient, discovered just three years ago from 500-year-old technology. It has made life more convenient, but the problem is the women who have lost their rights.

They have their IDs revoked and are tattooed with barcodes on their arms, with RFID chips implanted inside. Even if they disguise themselves in women's clothing, the chip reveals their true identity.

It's easier to catch escaped livestock with this technology.

'The chip will be implanted in my arm too.'

The thought was terrifying. I shook my head to clear it.

"We're looking for meeting attire."

"Ah, you mean wedding attire?"

The luxury store staff were well-trained and didn't look at me strangely, unlike the previous clerk.

"We have new wedding attire for this season. Would you like to try it in the fitting room?"

"Yes, please."

We went to the fitting room.

I had never entered this brand before. Although I have some luxury brands, this one was too expensive, at least three times more than others.

It might be a burden for my father, but he came here for me.

It's the last gift of clothing he can give to his daughter with rights.

"Welcome back."

The high-end wedding attire was displayed on a luxurious wooden rack.

"Wow..."

My father sighed.

I closed my eyes. The clothes were almost nonexistent, just embarrassing.

"This is too much. You're not even livestock yet...this is not wedding attire, it's just livestock clothing."

"It may look embarrassing, but you can wear it without undressing, and your future in-laws can verify everything they need to see."

The clerk showed a zipper on the lower part of the high-leg design.

"You can simply unzip it to expose your genitals and anus. You can have a dignified meeting without undressing."

"Hmm..."

My father seemed to be deliberating. It was good that I wouldn't have to undress, but the clothes were too much like livestock attire.

Since I'm not yet livestock, it felt premature to dress me in such clothes.

All I could do was accept it.

"I'll try it on."

"Daughter, are you sure?"

"Yes. It will reduce mistakes during the meeting and seems like a good idea."

I took the clothes from the clerk and entered the fitting room.

The room was decorated with luxurious wooden patterns and had large mirrors and two chairs.

It was likely designed for the owners of livestock to accompany them.

I changed into the wedding attire.

It framed my breasts beautifully, but there was no fabric elsewhere. My nipples and entire breasts were exposed.

The waistline clung tightly, showing the size of my waist. The high-leg design had a zipper, but it was double-stitched, so it didn't chafe.

"Indeed...this is luxury."

My body is now a product, something to be sold to a man. The luxury livestock clothing makes me stand out as a product.

I must accept this.

"Apa."

I opened the door of the fitting room, and my father was startled.

"So...Sol-ah! You didn't have to come out like that..."

My father disliked my mother wearing livestock clothing, and it was the same for me.

He hated the idea of me showing my body to another man, but I had to get used to it. I'm not my father's livestock; I'll belong to another man soon.

"I'll wear this."