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🕑 Added 2025-03-06 06:53:19 +0000 UTCEP.26 Side Story - Onahole Processing
※ The processing room side story is extremely hardcore. This is a warning in advance, so those with weak hearts or low tolerance for hardcore content should be cautious.
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Human limbs neatly severed and placed in boxes.
At first, Jung So-yeon thought they might be mannequins and touched them with her hand, but the texture and temperature were too similar to a person's.
So... overcome with physiological disgust, Jung So-yeon vomited.
"Uweeeeek!!"
The severed limbs no longer looked like they belonged to "humans".
As if they were toys, they were strewn about haphazardly in the boxes.
"Oh dear... That's why I told you to steel yourself..."
This was the typical reaction of researchers entering the processing room for the first time.
Used to it, Kim Jin sighed and had a researcher clean up the vomit scattered on the floor.
"Ugh... Urk... Haah, are these... really human arms and legs..?"
"Yes?"
Kim Jin tilted his head as if to say "What else would they be?"
"What did you think I meant? The processing room is a place to experiment on humans without human rights. If you have such an intense reaction just from seeing severed limbs, you'll have a hard time with life here, Ms. Jung So-yeon."
As he said... Jung So-yeon was sweating with a pale face.
It was scarier and more frightening than she had imagined.
What on earth did the shared property facility think of women's lives...
The fact that there were severed limbs meant there were also "torsos" with severed limbs somewhere.
Though she didn't have the courage to see that, there was no turning back now that she had come this far.
She had no choice but to endure for the duration of her contract.
"Huu, haah..."
Jung So-yeon took a deep breath with her hand on her chest and regained her previous bright expression.
"I'm sorry, senior. I was just surprised for a moment."
"Haha, it's okay. Everyone's like that at first."
Kim Jin gruffly took out an arm from the box.
The cross-section of the slender, smoothly extended arm had a metal plate attached.
The terminal device transmitting signals, several LEDs indicating status, operation buttons and charging ports were reminiscent of an electronic device.
"Ms. Jung So-yeon, do you know how pigs are processed?"
"You mean... oink oink pigs?"
"Haha, yes. Those pigs."
Kim Jin burst out laughing at her cute reaction saying "oink oink".
Jung So-yeon fell into deep thought, not knowing what he intended by his words, and Kim Jin, tired of waiting, continued speaking.
"... With pigs, you see. Nothing is wasted."
"Yes?"
"The skin of the body is eaten as rinds, the meat is roasted, the fat is used instead of oil, the intestines are boiled and eaten, even the bones are thoroughly boiled to make broth. The head is used on ancestral rites tables or boiled for soup meat. The feet are made into jokbal and eaten, even the tail is in surprisingly high demand as a special delicacy. And so on... What I'm trying to say is that when processing a single pig, nothing is wasted."
"Yes, senior."
"It's the same now. I'm sorry to compare female livestock to pigs, but livestock that enter the processing room have every part of them used without wasting anything."
Female livestock are beings lower than pigs.
Kim Jin, who had inadvertently said such a thing, lightly shook the woman's arm in his hand and continued speaking.
"Cut legs will be supplied to clothing brands for shoe ads, stocking ads, etc. Hands are sometimes used for nail shops or cosplay purposes... If used well, they can even be made into onaholes dedicated for handjobs."
"I see..."
"In the past, we just cut off the limbs and burned them, but managing them this way earns money and is easier to handle. By the way, this is also an invention I proposed, you know?"
Kim Jin smiled brightly, holding up the severed limbs in both hands as if to say he should be considered amazing.
Jung So-yeon, feeling disillusioned with the man she had respected, responded with an awkward smile.
"I know what you're thinking, Ms. Jung So-yeon. As a person, this shouldn't be done... You're thinking something like that, right?"
"Ah, well..."
"It's okay. Everyone does. Unless you're a psychopath, all humans harbor such thoughts. But you know, I hope you don't forget the fact that society has developed a lot thanks to doing this work. Understand?"
"Yes, senior."
It was all correct, word for word.
There is no development without sacrifice...
Since that sacrifice was legally justified, Jung So-yeon didn't need to feel unnecessary guilt.
Beings lower than pigs.
The lives of criminals who deserve to die.
In other words, the processing room... is a sacred act of creating value for their existence before they die.
Having finished rationalizing to herself like that, Jung So-yeon steeled her resolve.
"Your eyes look different. I like it, Ms. Jung So-yeon."
"Yes, senior!"
"Then shall we start the full-fledged tour of the processing room?"
Kim Jin entered the first room of the processing room.
As it happened, a female criminal who had been sentenced to death a week ago and brought in had just entered the processing room.
A young woman wearing a prisoner's uniform with a red name tag, tightly bound to the bed and sleeping soundly, writhed as if having a nightmare.
Researchers in white gowns entered the room one or two at a time and surrounded the criminal.
Kim Jin turned on his device to check the criminal's personal information.
"Well... The woman sentenced to death this time is 25 years old, and committed the crime of assaulting a police officer chasing her while fleeing after robbing a jewelry store. The damage amount was about 5 million won, and she was stupidly caught trying to sell the stolen goods after just two days."
"Um, senior... But this..."
"What is it, Ms. Jung So-yeon?"
"... It's nothing."
Strange..?
Something was strange.
Jewelry store theft, assaulting a police officer...
Looking at just the major charges, she wasn't a woman who had committed such a terrible crime as to receive the death penalty.
It seemed she wasn't the only one harboring such doubts, as the voices of researchers murmuring could be heard here and there.
"This is really too much... A death sentence for something like this..."
"Isn't this going too far again?"
"I guess the higher-ups liked the onahole processing. They keep executing criminals they like and throwing them to us."
Jung So-yeon, who had overheard their conversation, mumbled with her lips, at a loss for words.
In the end, it was the higher-ups' game.
A toy production factory for the higher-ups carried out under the pretext of "rehabilitating criminals".
Facing this dark reality, Jung So-yeon felt like running out of the processing room right now.
A middle-aged researcher who looked high-ranking opened a file.
"Ahem, this criminal... As always, they ask us to send her after finishing the onahole processing. For the onahole processing, just do the basic limb amputation, and since they want a rebellious appearance, try not to damage her head as much as possible."
"Alright. Let's finish this quickly."
"Yes."
The researchers busily moved about, finding their own positions.
Since this was a routine occurrence, it took less than a minute to find and set up the necessary tools and drugs.
Jung So-yeon stood quietly nearby with Kim Jin, observing the onahole processing.
Rattle─
The bed's position was slightly moved...
The bright light from the ceiling illuminated the body of the woman lying down.
An atmosphere reminiscent of an operating room was created.
"Then administering the stimulant."
A researcher holding a small syringe stuck the needle into the woman's neck.
"Kuhik!"
As soon as the drug was injected, the woman opened her eyes with a strange scream, looked around, and gasped in surprise.
"Wh-where is this?? I died, didn't I?!"
The last scene she remembered was receiving an unjustly long sentence, being sentenced to death, and being executed by hanging without a chance to protest.
As if to prove her memory was not false, there was a red mark on the lower part of her neck connecting to her collarbone.
"Number C_103. You should think of yourself as a dead person now."
"What..? What are you saying, you bastard!"
C_103.
It was the 'onahole registration number' assigned to her, who had lost her human rights.
"You are actually a dead person who was executed. Since your death has already been reported and your human rights have disappeared, no matter how much you resist, nothing will change."
"Forget it! Untie this! You bastards! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Number C_103, have you perhaps heard of the female livestock system at the shared property facility?"
Flinch.
Her expression darkened instantly as she realized her situation.
"Th-th-that's not what I want..."
"Don't worry. Number C_103 is not female livestock."
"Then what..?"
"You'll become a cock sleeve with no free will left, unable to do anything on your own."
"Hnngh! Nooooo!!"
