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🕑 Added 2025-08-09 23:01:17 +0000 UTCEP.246 Side Story _ How to Safely Dispose of a Limbless Onahole (5)
The staff always quietly collect the bodies as if nothing happened.
In fact, this practice has made the homeless, whose feelings about killing have dulled, even more violent.
From the communal facility’s perspective, this was not a bad thing.
They could dispose of onaholes without dirtying their own hands-what could be better?
Now, let’s see what happens to the corpse of a limbless onahole~
The video reached its final moments.
Only about five minutes of runtime remained.
The female employee squinted her eyes, holding back her nausea.
The corpse of a limbless onahole is usually ground up whole in a mixer, bones and all, and used as animal feed or fertilizer.
For the breasts or vagina, which have good texture and are fatty, there are various ways to use the meat; in some countries, there are even gourmets who enjoy eating onahole meat.
There is no official information about this, so the narration trailed off.
However, in the video, the onahole corpses were shown being transported on a conveyor belt and loaded onto a truck marked with a restaurant’s initials.
No one knows if those corpses will end up on someone’s dinner table.
Unfortunately, only a handful of onaholes are edible~ Most are too saturated with drugs to be useful.
Onahole corpses that can’t be used for fertilizer, animal feed, or food have all their organs removed and are processed as formalin-preserved specimens.
A special chemical is used to dissolve the organs, which are expelled through the anus, so the corpse can retain the appearance of a limbless onahole forever.
These specimens are put up for auction again, going through the 1st and 2nd rounds...
Those not sold even then become decorations in museums or public facilities.
That’s how the long, long end of a limbless onahole finally concludes.
So, how was it? Wasn’t this a good lesson? I hope you all become excellent employees of the communal facility. Bye-bye~
Click-
The video ended.
The TV screen filled with gray static.
"Uweeegh!!"
Confronted with the ugly reality of the communal facility, the female employee repeatedly vomited and ran to the bathroom to wash her face.
"Uuugh... huu..."
Disgusting,
dirty,
cruel.
Did she really work so hard just to do this kind of job at the communal facility?
People say no job is beneath you, but she was sure she’d chosen the wrong career.
She hid the videotape in the corner of her bookshelf and turned on the internet.
『Anti-Communal Facility Protest Group Leader Kim Min-jung』
She found Kim Min-jung’s number and called, intending to betray the communal facility and seek help.
Hello?
Hi, I’m calling because I have something to report.
The employee briefly explained the horrors she had witnessed and said she had the evidence video at her home.
Kim Min-jung readily agreed to her request for protection.
I really hope this will help abolish the communal property system.
Yes, I understand. First, I’ll need to get that Level 1 classified security document... Do you have anything besides the 12th video?
No.
The employee felt something was off.
Had she mentioned the Level 1 classified document?
When did she say it was the 12th video?
She figured she must have let it slip without realizing, being flustered and nervous.
Okay, I’ll come right away. You live near the communal facility, right? Is it ○○ Villa in ○○-dong?
What..?
She hadn’t even given her name.
It was impossible for someone to deduce her address from anonymous information.
A chill ran down her spine and she abruptly hung up.
Immediately, she heard a commotion in the hallway, and communal facility staff burst through the door and restrained her.
"Ugh..! Let me go..!"
The person who ambushed her was her department head.
"Sigh, I set a trap just in case, and you walked right into it."
"What..?"
"This was all a setup, you idiot."
Who leaves their employee ID behind when going on a business trip?
What kind of staff would let a new hire into a Level 1 security area without checking?
Who would let someone go without a body search?
All of this was planned to assess the employee’s mindset.
She was known for her curiosity and frequent risky behavior, and was a main cause of a toxic workplace among her peers.
As a public servant, there was no legal way to fire her, so they resorted to these underhanded methods.
"Let’s see... You stole a Level 1 classified security document and called the anti-communal facility protest group? That’s espionage, plain and simple."
"Please... I’m sorry... I was just curious..."
"It’s fine. No excuses needed. I’ll make sure you rest forever in a place where you can’t even die, so you can reflect for eternity."
"Ah..."
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck.
Her vision blurred, her tongue slackened, and she lost consciousness without a chance to protest.
"Hello, everyone!"
Communal Facility 21st Class New Employee Orientation, First Half.
The MC on stage called for everyone’s attention.
"It’s late and you’re all tired, right?"
"Yeeees~~~"
It was already midnight.
The new hires, having enjoyed themselves earlier, now sat drowsily in their seats, yawning.
"For all of you, we have a fun show~~~!"
The MC rolled out a display case from behind the podium.
Inside was a limbless onahole, the stuff of rumor.
The new hires snapped awake, eyes wide, focusing intently.
"This onahole was once an employee at the communal facility~ She committed the crime of leaking company information to a protest group, and in the end, was caught and became a limbless onahole~ Everyone, be careful not to end up like this~"
The reason for showing the shocking fate of the female employee was to instill discipline in the new hires.
The MC grabbed the onahole’s hair and pulled her out of the case.
Her eyes had been removed, eardrums ruptured, teeth pulled, limbs cut off-she was a pitiful onahole, unable to do anything.
Unlike other onaholes, she couldn’t even be sexually stimulated.
She had survived in the display case since the day she was caught.
Ironically, despite being called an onahole, she was a virgin.
"Ah... ah..."
In the darkness, deprived of stimulation, the woman wept, begging for her life and reflecting on her sins.
She became an experimental subject for the communal facility, injected with aphrodisiacs at regular intervals but never allowed any sexual stimulation.
As a result, despite being a virgin, she constantly dripped sticky fluids, and if someone were to penetrate her, she might die from the overwhelming pleasure after years of deprivation.
"You know the saying, ‘If you try to know too much, you get hurt’? I hope seeing this onahole gives you a sense of caution and that you all become excellent employees!"
Even after becoming an onahole, she was used only as a tool for intimidation, never receiving any stimulation.
Constant stimulants kept her from losing her mind.
Twice a year, at the new employee orientation in the first and second half, her hair would be grabbed and she’d be dangled, feeling her body’s sensations and leaking fluids.
"Kill meee... Just kill me now..."
Begging for death was a thing of the distant past.
Now, she only wished to escape reality and longed for death, though as a limbless onahole, it was impossible.
And so,
for the rest of her life,
until her death,
she would appear at new employee orientations as the star of a "fun show."
Fifty years later.
A story from the distant future.
A woman’s preserved specimen on display in the communal facility’s museum became a sensation.
A figure who had lived for decades, her limbs cut off, her youth preserved.
There was no detailed explanation of why she met such an end.
Only...
"The World’s Most Expensive Virgin Pussy"
The training process befitting the name was listed:
Constant aphrodisiac injection / stimulant injection / no stimulation / brainwave monitoring and stress control for maximum sensation, etc...
Never having received stimulation, she spent her life in agonizing sensitivity, and who knows what she thought until the moment she died?
Even after death, she was preserved in formalin, her hymen exposed for all to see.
No one knows for sure, but...
The more people tried to empathize with her feelings,
the more men became aroused and women shuddered in fear.
She would continue,
until the end of the world,
to be displayed in the museum for generations, repenting her past mistakes.
Even in death, she could not rest in peace-a truly pitiful existence.
Truly...
It is nothing short of heartbreaking.
The End -
