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The manager's hand, which had been rubbing Heo Seong-ah's pu$$y, stopped abruptly.
He prepared to strike, gently rotating his wrist to assume a comfortable position.
"The remaining seven blows. Let's begin."
"Ah... Haah... Huuu..."
She had to endure.
Could she really endure?
Maybe it was impossible...
No, it was definitely impossible.
Thwack—
"Kkuuh!!"
The wooden plank shot down from above, striking Heo Seong-ah's pu$$y with a frightening speed.
As the dull sound echoed through the room, she arched her back and fainted, her eyes rolling back.
Urine trickled out between her trembling legs.
"Haah, she fainted after just one blow and even wet herself... I'm very disappointed."
The manager pulled her arms back and secured them tightly to the chair.
He adjusted his position to find a better striking angle and...
Thwack—
"Kkuu!!"
He began the merciless beating.
Thwack—
"Kkuuuh!!"
As she regained consciousness with a jolt, Heo Seong-ah fainted again from the ongoing pain.
Thwack—
"Kkihyaah!!"
And she woke up again.
Thwack—
"Kkuu!"
She fainted.
Thwack—
"Kkaahaaah!!"
And woke up again.
Thwack, thwack, thwack—
"Kkaaah! Kkaah! Save me! Kkuuuh! Ah! It hurts! Save me! Save me!!"
Heo Seong-ah repeated this process countless times, eventually banging her head and begging for mercy.
Her pleading had changed significantly from before.
Though her desperate pleas for her life were pitiful, the punishment couldn't be stopped.
Thwack, thwack, thwack—
"Kkaaah! Kkaah! Kkaah! Kkaah!!"
The manager, fully immersed in the moment, struck more times than planned.
Finally, Heo Seong-ah collapsed, unresponsive.
"Kkuu... Uuuh..."
A mysterious liquid continued to seep from her urethra.
Her swollen pu$$y seemed unable to function.
Yet, the punishment wasn't over.
"B62, you fainted as promised, so we'll continue the punishment. Do you have any complaints?"
"Aaah, th, that's..."
The manager smiled, placing the wooden plank above Heo Seong-ah's pu$$y without touching it.
"Huuh, huuh... Save me... Huuh..."
Heo Seong-ah felt a visual fear, creating her own pain and begging for mercy.
"Hahaha!"
Her pitiful state was so comical that the manager burst into laughter.
It was a rare occurrence in the shared facility.
Any livestock that experienced a pu$$y spanking developed trauma, trembling with fear.
Threatening them with it made them obedient.
Heo Seong-ah was no exception.
"B62, do you have any complaints? If you do, you can try again. Endure ten full-f0rce blows without fainting; would you like to retry?"
"No, no! I have no complaints! I was foolish! I'll take the punishment!!"
"Very well."
Was this how it should have been from the start?
It seemed like she had taken the hard way.
The manager was pleased with Heo Seong-ah's submissive attitude and offered a choice.
"B62, I'll give you an option before the next punishment."
"Yes...? What is it?"
"First, you can receive the punishment now and it will end by tomorrow morning. Second, you can rest for the rest of today and continue the punishment tomorrow."
"Huuu, if I continue, how many more...?"
"I don't know either."
"Huuh..."
Explaining too much would spoil future fun.
Heo Seong-ah looked at her swollen pu$$y and spoke softly.
"I'll choose the second option... Huuu..."
"Very well."
Her body was too painful and exhausted.
She didn't know how many days of punishment lay ahead, but continuing without rest felt like it would kill her.
"B62, return to your room now and rest comfortably. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Manager..."
The manager adjusted the chair and released Heo Seong-ah's restraints.
Her legs had been stretched horizontally for so long that she felt severe muscle pain and couldn't walk.
Since she had to crawl on all fours anyway, the leg pain was irrelevant.
"Uuuh..."
The manager blindfolded Heo Seong-ah and put a ball gag in her mouth.
As she folded her limbs, the pressure on her pu$$y between her thighs made her arch her back.
"Aaah... Aaah..."
She wanted to say it hurt, but the manager pulled her leash mercilessly and led her away.
They arrived at room 62 in the basement of the special livestock facility.
Heo Seong-ah was released from all restraints.
Though she hadn't slept since the previous night and was on the verge of collapse, she couldn't sleep in her current state.
"B62."
"Yes, Manager..."
"Rest well for tomorrow's punishment. You can close your eyes and sleep peacefully now."
"Yes, I understand..."
Though she responded well, she couldn't sleep in the tilted room designed to torment the body.
How many people could sleep peacefully in such a place?
Still, she had to try.
Heo Seong-ah closed her eyes and took deep breaths.
Just then, she felt a stinging pain on the back of her neck and opened her eyes.
"Eh?"
Before her was the manager with a syringe.
"B62, this is not a suggestion but an order. You must sleep now for tomorrow's punishment and for your health."
"Yes, sorry..."
"I administered a sleep inducer since it might take a while. Please close your eyes and rest."
"Yes... yes, Manager..."
The effects of the medication were immediate.
A humming sound filled her ears, and her vision blurred.
She tried to hold onto her consciousness, but her senses wavered.
Thud—
After a few minutes, Heo Seong-ah fell into a deep sleep.
The manager checked that she was sleeping properly and quietly left the basement.
"Did you call for me?"
"Yes, I did."
At the top floor of the shared facility's main building, Heo Seong-ah's manager had been summoned by the director.
The fact that the highest-ranking director called a simple manager indicated that something serious was happening.
"Sit down."
"Yes."
The director and the manager sat across from each other at a reception table.
The director, a man in his fifties with many wrinkles, smiled kindly.
"It's almost time to go home. I'm sorry to call you so late."
"It's fine."
For a public servant, work hours were crucial...
He wanted to ask why he was called at this time, but...
"May I ask what this is about?"
"Hmm, that's the thing..."
As the director hesitated, the manager spoke up.
The director stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and then smiled, deciding there was no need to keep it secret.
"Do you know Heo Seong-ah?"
"Yes, I do. She's one of the livestock under my care."
It was clear that B62 was Heo Seong-ah.
"Yes, I know. That's why I called you."
"Yes..."
"Then you must know her charges, being her manager?"
"Of course... I know."
As her manager, he was well aware of Heo Seong-ah's information.
He also suspected that she hadn't committed any real crime.
Her reactions, attitude, and the unjust charge of "guilt by association" all hinted at this.
"There's no need to keep it secret, but please don't tell other staff members."
"Yes, I understand. Please go ahead."
"It seems our son really likes Heo Seong-ah."
"Yes... I see."
"He made a public confession in college, but she rejected him without hesitation. Since then, he's been traumatized and afraid of women..."
"Yes."
"So, we thought that if we caught the woman who gave our son trauma and made her a livestock, it might help him overcome it. That's why we brought Heo Seong-ah here."
The director, who loved his only son dearly, seemed to have orchestrated Heo Seong-ah's transformation into a livestock to give her as a surprise gift to his son.
The duration was one month.
Heo Seong-ah would undergo an unusual month-long training and be sold to the director's son.
"Hmmph..."
The manager suppressed a sigh with a cough.
He thought it was an outrageous abuse of power, but pointing it out wouldn't save his life.
"But didn't you say they attended the same college? Our son keeps asking me who told him that Heo Seong-ah was taken away as a livestock. I couldn't lie, so I told him the truth."
"Yes, you did."
"Yes. Since I planned to give her to him as a gift after a month, he's been asking how to wait until then and wants me to send her now."
"Yes."
"So, the thing is..."
This was the main point.
The director smiled awkwardly and made a polite request to the manager.
