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🕑 Added 2025-03-29 05:19:25 +0000 UTCEP.15 1. (Pre-Livestock Female University Student Lee Sol-ah) - If Only I Had Money, I'd Want to Buy You (15)
The examination room was connected to the courthouse building.
Livestock Grading Inspection
The name itself sent shivers down my spine. This was where my value as a livestock would be determined.
"Please wait at Examination Room 24 with this paper."
The guide seated me in front of Room 24 on the second floor. Each examination room had heavy metal automatic doors.
The first floor had a few people, but the second floor was empty.
The long white corridor, white chairs, and gray metal doors on both sides were eerily silent. No whispers, no screams, nothing.
It felt like a scene from a horror movie. There was a film where a woman was chased and brutally murdered in a similar white corridor, her blood splattering everywhere.
I had laughed at how unrealistic it was, but now I realized such a place existed.
"Haah..."
The ceiling and LED lights were white. Everything was white.
Human Sol-ah was about to die here, not literally like in the movie, but in spirit.
"...It's like a movie ending."
I slapped my head a few times, wondering if this was a dream, but it didn't wake me up. It just hurt.
The metal door opened, and a man in a green mask appeared.
"Ms. Sol-ah, please enter."
"...Yes."
I followed him slowly into the examination room, feeling like a livestock being led to slaughter.
"Please undress here."
The changing room didn't even have a decent locker, just a red basket.
...Yes, for a livestock, even a basket is a luxury.
"Remove all your underwear as well."
"Yes."
I tried to undress, but the man didn't leave.
"Excuse me...I'm trying to undress..."
"I need to stay to guide you."
He had no intention of leaving. He was going to watch me undress.
Shame welled up again. I still had rights, but in three days, I would truly be a livestock.
"I still have rights."
"All women in the examination room have no rights. It's legally established, so check it yourself."
"...Yes?"
"It's not that I have feelings for you. There are many who attempt suicide before the examination, so I must stay to prevent it."
...That made sense. Women like me, without socialization, might do that. Even with CCTV, it would be too late if they tried to intervene.
Okay, I understood. It was necessary.
"Understood..."
"Please hurry. The examiner is busy."
"Yes...I'll hurry."
I undressed, removing my thin top and bra, then my short skirt and zippered panties.
I was completely naked.
"Follow me."
I silently followed him. We walked for about a minute, passing through two doors.
"Please enter this way."
"Yes..."
I was led to the right door. The room was surrounded by metal, with shower-like fixtures installed everywhere. The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming.
[Disinfectant will be sprayed. Please close your eyes to avoid blindness.]
"Wha...what?"
The sound of something spraying started.
I reflexively closed my eyes, and strong disinfectant was sprayed all over my body.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The disinfectant covered every part of me, including my head, face, body, legs, and groin.
This was how livestock were treated, like cattle or pigs.
The disinfectant stopped, and I opened my eyes slightly.
"Ah...ah..."
My hands and body were all red. The disinfectant was red.
"I...I don't like this..."
It was just like the movie. I was covered in what looked like blood, like the protagonist dying.
[Water will be sprayed.]
Whoosh!
"Ah, it's cold!"
Water sprayed from everywhere. It was winter!
"Haah...! Haah!!"
I ran around frantically, but there was no escape. Even hot water was considered a luxury for livestock.
"Please stop!!"
No one listened to my cries or paid attention to my struggles. The water continued unabated.
Eventually, the cold water became tolerable, and my frantic movements subsided. The disinfectant smell was washed away.
[Beep.]
Everything stopped. I opened my eyes, and the red disinfectant was gone.
The man from earlier entered.
"Please come this way."
I wanted to protest, to ask why they used cold water, but I couldn't. Women in the examination room had no rights.
I followed him silently.
We arrived at a room that resembled a surgical suite, except there was no operating table. Instead, there were footprints on a square platform.
"Please stand on the footprints."
"Yes."
I stood on the footprints.
Click.
Something felt like it was pressed against me.
A laser scanned my body.
[Weight: 49 kg, Height: 169 cm, Bust: 97 cm, Waist: 59 cm, Hips: 98 cm, Upper to Lower Body Ratio: 4:6]
It was state-of-the-art. I expected the examiner to measure me manually, but everything was done with a single laser scan.
"Maybe it won't be so bad?"
The door opened, and a bald, elderly man entered.
"Welcome, Examiner."
"What's the hurry? I was about to eat."
"Sorry. We're short on examiners, so we had to call you in."
"If this were the old days, I'd have gathered all of you under me and given you a good beating...lucky for you."
"Sorry. I'll remember."
"Let's hurry. I'm starving...hmm?"
The examiner looked at me and was impressed.
"Hmm...hmm...hmm..."
"Special arrangements were made to bring you here."
"Hmm...good."
The examiner's wrinkled eyelids fluttered as he examined me from head to toe.
My body trembled with humiliation.
I wanted to scream and leave, but I couldn't. Every woman in the examination room was a livestock without rights.
"Let's grade you now."
The examiner stood behind me and began to fondle my breasts.
"Ack!"
"Amazing. With this weight and size, the shape is perfect. It's a natural beauty."
His hands became more intimate, almost caressing.
"Stop...please..."
"What's this livestock's name?"
"Mimi."
"Mimi, you're new, so you don't know, but speaking like that will get you punished by your owner."
Snap.
His fingers pinched my nipples, causing pain and a tingling sensation.
"Uuuh..."
I didn't want to feel anything from this disgusting man!
"Good, the breast sensitivity is quite high."
He pulled back my hair and inserted something cold into my ear.
"The eardrum is fine, and the earlobe and outer ear are good. The neck line is beautiful and smooth. Raise your hands."
I gave up. I was already a livestock here.
"Good, the hair removal is well done, and the roots aren't visible."
Slurp.
I felt something sticky in my armpit.
"Uuuh...uuuh!!"
The examiner checked my eyes, nose, and mouth.
"Good, no surgery marks. The eyes are large and beautiful. Open your mouth."
I opened my mouth, and he inserted his fingers, pressing my teeth.
"Good, the teeth are aligned and unstained..."
"Uuuh..."
He grabbed my tongue, and I felt a rough, fingerprint-like sensation.
"Dirty...dirty!!"
The tongue was long and healthy, with no white coating.
I wanted to kill the examiner. Now I understood why some women attempted suicide here. The examination itself was humiliating.
"Let's have you lie down now. Spread your legs and hold your ankles. Easy?"
I had no choice but to comply.
I lay down, spreading my legs. My vagina was completely exposed.
"Do people usually shave their pubic hair?"
"Maybe because she's from a prestigious girls' school."
"Ah, I see."
The examiner roughly trimmed my pubic hair, his gaze humiliating.
Snap.
My clitoris was pressed.
"Uuuh...uuuh!!"
I didn't want to feel anything from this old man!
But I did. Shame and pleasure mixed together.
Suck.
The sound of him sucking something.
"Good, the sensitivity is clear, and the vaginal discharge is sufficient. The owner will like it."
He tasted my fluids.
Click.
Something cold entered my vagina.
"Uuuh!!"
[Beep. Pregnancy probability: 90%]
"You're a healthy livestock. With a wide pelvis, you'll have a smooth delivery. Whoever the owner is, they've hit the jackpot."
Click.
This time, it was my anus. I gritted my teeth and suppressed a scream.
[Beep. Probiotic condition is good. No hemorrhoids.]
"Your intestines are healthy, and there are no hemorrhoids...perfect. This is S-grade material."
Scratch.
The sound of writing.
"If only I had money, I'd want to buy you. You're perfect. A great female livestock has arrived."
Rip.
The sound of paper tearing.
"Okay, that's done. Now I can go eat."
"Sorry, but there's another one."
"What?!"
"You'll be satisfied."
"Hmm...is she as good as this one?"
"Somewhat less, but you'll be satisfied."
"Hmm...I'm looking forward to it..."
The door opened and closed, and footsteps approached again.
"It's over. You can stand up now."
"Uuuh...uuuh...uuuh!!"
I collapsed on the spot and cried for a long time.
Was the man's behavior because of my situation, or was it part of the standard procedure?
He watched me cry, unmoving, for a while.
