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🕑 Added 2025-06-21 20:18:36 +0000 UTCEP.179 Self-Loathing
"It's because of you that I'm this angry. You know that, right?"
"Hic... yes, Master..."
"It's because of you that things turned out like this, and you're being punished by your own doing."
"Yes, Master..."
"If you just did well, none of this would keep happening. It's your own shitty behavior that's made you become female livestock. Got it?"
"Yes..."
"'Top student at a prestigious university'? Please, bitches like you are only fit to be female livestock. How can you be so lacking in learning ability?"
Every single word was deadly.
Jun-ha trampled on Heo Seong-ah's self-esteem, step by step, with the most vicious words he could choose.
"Girls like you should just be turned into amputee onaholes."
"Th-that... hic..."
"I'm only sparing you because it's me, you know? If it were anyone else, you would've already been turned into an amputee onahole and used however they wanted. You get that, you fucking pussy bitch?"
Though he said it, "onahole processing" is an act that completely destroys rights and humanity, and as such, requires a lot of legal steps. It's not something you could do just because you wanted to.
"Hic... I'm sorry..."
Not knowing the truth, Heo Seong-ah clung desperately to her master's words and shivered in terror.
"Should I just really turn you into an onahole?"
With a sigh full of genuine intent, Jun-ha picked up his phone from the floor.
He pretended to dial a number to call someone, slyly watching Heo Seong-ah's reaction.
"Uhh... auh..."
Her face went pale and she couldn't speak at all.
She was so frozen with fear she couldn't even beg for her life.
"What was the number again... Oh, that's right."
Speaking aloud so she could hear, Jun-ha muttered to himself, adding to the sense of threat.
Just as he was about to 'call,' Heo Seong-ah snapped back and ran to grab his ankle, clinging to him.
"Master!!"
With a voice that was almost childishly pleading, she pressed her head to the floor.
"I'll be a good livestock now! I'll do everything you say! Pain is fine, and hard things are fine too! Anything is okay... hic! Please, just not the onahole... hic, I don't want to be an onahole!!"
"Really?"
"Yes!!"
No matter how hard life gets, shouldn't you at least be left with some shreds of humanity?
The life of a meat puppet for sex just thinking about it is terrifying.
"Will you be a submissive female livestock for me?"
"Yes!! Anything Master wants, I'll do!"
"Really? You'll obey me for the rest of your life?"
"Yes!!"
What more is there to say?
Having crushed all resistance within herself, Heo Seong-ah sincerely swore absolute obedience and even kissed the top of his foot without being told.
"I'm so happy... to be able to serve you like this, Master!"
She tugged up the corners of her mouth, forcing an artificial smile.
She was still a pitiful sight, sucking up obsequiously, but if you think of it as a sign of submission, it wasn't the worst feeling.
"Alright. I'll trust you just one more time."
"Yes..!"
"From now on, are you going to do everything I say?"
"Yes, Master..!"
"If you don't, it's straight off to amputee onahole land, got it?"
"Yes..!"
"Good, I like that."
Without a care, Jun-ha reached out, patted her head, then stood and picked up the thick needle lying on the floor.
The point of the needle glinted before Heo Seong-ah's eyes like a gun barrel.
"Uhh... ugh..."
Even after swearing absolute obedience, Heo Seong-ah’s expression fell as soon as she saw the needle.
No matter how firmly she resolved, the feeling of fear would not vanish.
"Haa, Seong-ah. If you keep acting like this, it hurts my heart, you know?"
Heo Seong-ah was always a girl who cried easily.
Seeing her made anyone’s heart ache.
"Master... hic..."
"It's alright. I know you'll listen to me well, Seong-ah."
That vulgar nickname "pussy" disappeared and she got her original name back.
Her Master's violent attitude was gone, replaced with the gentle demeanor from when they first met.
"You'll do as you're told, right?"
"Y-yes..!"
"Good. So good."
Heo Seong-ah realized why her master's attitude changed.
She understood that the fundamental cause of his behavior was herself.
"Hehe..."
No more harboring bad thoughts.
No more resisting.
If she simply obeyed whatever happened, she wouldn't face any more violence or humiliation.
"I love you, Master!"
"Yeah, I love you too, Seong-ah."
Just by threatening her with the amputee onahole, Heo Seong-ah figured out her place and became a truly submissive female livestock.
She erased all self-love and pride remaining at her core, reborn as nothing but a toy obedient to her Master, Jun-ha.
"Good."
It wasn't his original intention...
But in the end, Jun-ha was satisfied.
"Now, stick your breasts out."
"Yes, Master!"
The glinting needle in front of her was still terrifying.
But Heo Seong-ah obediently brought her hands behind her back, puffed out her chest, and stood tall.
"Don't move, alright?"
"Yes..!"
The rough hands squeezing her breasts were painful.
Even so, she clenched her teeth and endured, never once resisting.
"Kkuuuk..."
No matter how hard or painful it was...
Wasn't it still better than being turned into an amputee onahole?
With that as her new baseline for "worst possible," she felt she could endure anything with a smile.
"Alright, here it goes."
"Y-yes... ugh..!"
The needle's tip slowly drew near.
Unable to bear watching, Heo Seong-ah squeezed out tears and scrunched her face.
Then a tingling pain pricked the peak of her breast.
"Haa..!"
It wasn't as bad as she'd imagined.
Peeking through her eyelids, she saw it was only Jun-ha's fingers pinching her nipple the needle was nowhere to be seen.
"What, did you really think I'd stab you? Puh! If I used that, it'd go through your heart before milk came out!"
"Huh... haha... r-right?"
"Don’t worry, Seong-ah. It’s too soon to use this. We'll do it eventually, but not yet."
"Yes, Master..!"
Too soon? Eventually?
She couldn't understand what he meant. The more she thought, the more her head hurt, and not knowing the limits of his cruelty filled her with vague anxiety.
"Honestly, I thought about actually poking you before, but you know, you’ve already got a milk duct. If I keep handling them, the milk’ll come out fine."
"Yes, Master..! I’ll do my best!"
"Do your best, huh..."
Jun-ha stroked his bristly beard, smirking at her words.
"Alright, Seong-ah. I'll give you a choice."
"Yes, Master."
"You said you'll do your best, right? From now on, YOU squeeze your own breasts and fill the basin. If you succeed, there's a reward; if you fail, there’s a punishment. Sound good?"
"Ah... yes! I’ll try, Master..!"
"Good."
If she had to milk herself anyway, better do it herself than be violently forced by him.
"If you fail, I'll use this."
Jun-ha reached toward a strange device on the shelf.
Stacked wooden boards with a wide gap in the middle, supported by four threaded rods at the corners; turning a lever tightened the boards together.
No matter how hard she tried, Heo Seong-ah couldn't imagine what that was for.
They say ignorance is courage.
Feeling no fear of punishment, she nodded confidently.
"I’ll definitely succeed, Master!"
"Good. I really like that energetic attitude, Seong-ah."
Jun-ha set a mirror in front of her and got up.
"I can't waste my precious time on something like you, an animal. I'll do my own thing and come back later, so have it filled up before I return, got it?"
"Yes, Master!"
"Alright. Do your best."
With a friendly wave, Jun-ha left the basement.
The creaking sound of footsteps going up the stairs faded.
"Huuu..."
Heo Seong-ah, cupping her breasts, gazed at her obscene naked body in the mirror.
Though she was thin from days of hunger, her hips and breasts retained enough flesh to flaunt her allure to any man.
Just squeezing her breasts made the flesh bulge out like it was swallowing her hand.
The tactile sensation was so strange and addictive, she couldn't stop squeezing.
"Uu... haa..."
What other pervert would get off on milking her own breasts?
"Huuh...?"
Reflected in the mirror, she saw a woman with a slack, lewd expression squeezing her breasts.
Even she thought she looked vulgar and pathetic.
Still...
Even as she felt shame, she couldn’t stop her hands from moving over her chest.
If she didn’t squeeze out the milk, a terrifying punishment would await...
