Interview Common Sense (3)
I pulled up my panties and skirt, stepped out of the stall, and lingered awkwardly by the sink, waiting for someone. I wanted to check the face of the woman who'd just come out of the next stall and pissed standing up just like me.
Who could it be? Not someone I know, right?
Come to think of it, I had no idea how many managers they were hiring. She might not even be competition. The two who'd practiced ahead could both get in, after all.
Still, it wasn't hard to sneak a peek, so in the empty bathroom—save for me and the woman in that stall—I washed my hands and pretended to check the mirror, killing time.
Creeeak—
Not long after, the door swung open, and someone burst out. I avoided staring outright, casually glancing at the girl approaching the sink through the mirror.
A black bob-cut beauty in the same school uniform as me. She looked young, but in a world full of baby-faced stunners, age was hard to guess. One thing was clear: she had a cute yet icy charm.
But anyway...
Pretending to be all haughty, huh.
I knew she'd just stood there like a slut, legs spread, knees slightly bent, pissing her brains out. Yet here she came, strutting like nothing happened, all aloof and proud. A condom dangling from her hair clip—no cum inside, of course—advertising she was ready to fuck anytime, no pregnancy worries, pussy prepped and waiting.
In the real world, a few snaps and it'd be viral on every site. Here? Business as usual.
Figures how she got the interview info.
Unlike Geum Ye-rin, this bob-cut girl had that total bitch vibe. Probably cozy with the soccer coach or captain, that's how she scored the details. Obvious without asking.
Whoosh—
Whether she noticed my side-eye or not, the bob-cut girl washed her hands at the sink.
All good?
I'd seen her face, guessed her deal—time to bail? But she spoke first.
"Your piss stream was loud."
"...?"
I doubted my ears. Weren't we strangers? Never talked before? How do you tell a total stranger their piss was loud?
"Ah, y-yeah. Yours too..."
I stammered, fumbling. Even in this world, the rudeness stunned me.
Plus, she seemed lower-status than me.
No bitch tail or ears. Too slutty for Female Bitch or Woman Class. Not Toilet Meat, so probably Onahole Class.
The bob-cut girl flashed a sultry smile, eyeing me. Up close, her figure was scrawny—perky ass, but tits barely there, flat as a board even being generous. A weird surge of victory hit me. The shock faded; my shoulders squared up.
"Haha, first time meeting. I'm Jin Ha-eun, second-year Onahole Class. Seems like we're both thinking the same—wanna chat?"
"...I'm Yoo Chae-a, first-year Bitch Class. Nice to meet you, sunbae."
"Casual's fine. You're a year below, but Bitch Class outranks me. Call me unnie."
"Ah, yes, Ha-eun unnie..."
Saying "unnie" myself was still rare, even here.
Meanwhile, mid-chat, I spotted something off.
Bzzz— bzzz— bzzzzz—
Leaning on the sink, Jin Ha-eun's cheeks flushed. Her slight curves stood out more with small tits, leading to thighs where a mechanical hum buzzed.
"Unnie, what's that noise...?"
"Ah, hnng... hngh... this?"
Droplets fell between her legs. She seemed glad I noticed, pressing her upper body to the sink, hiking her skirt demurely.
Vrrrrm!
"Sorry, the dildo... noisy, right?"
Under her spread legs, a pink dildo's tip jutted out, quivering. That was the sound all along—vibration.
"No panties...?"
"Haha, well. Interview, so gotta sell the appeal."
No panties at all—just dildo stuffed in, dripping like a perv. I recoiled.
Definitely not a soul-trucker.
Chatting more suddenly felt risky. She was beyond my tolerance. I just wanted back to Geum Ye-rin.
"Hahng♡ What's with the virgin reaction...? You gave it up to soccer guys for the info too, right?"
"Huh?! G-gave what?!"
"C'mon. You pissed standing too—practicing ahead? I got it after the captain fucked me all night. Old ties from my brief soccer manager stint."
"I-I didn't..."
Couldn't respond easy. Not for this interview, but I'd fucked Kang Geon-yul plenty before.
"Knew it. Who? Coach? Or captain banging everyone?"
"No... my, uh, my Owner..."
"Hnng, first-year with a Bitch contract already? Owner's soccer team, huh."
"Yeah."
She eyed me knowingly. Felt gross being lumped with this weirdo.
"Uh, gotta head back. Interview soon."
"Hehe, wanna pass too. Let's both make it—serve the soccer team together!"
"Y-yeah..."
I backed away. She waved goodbye while pistoning the dildo in her pussy, ahegao face as she climaxed.
"Ohhoook♡ Ohogogok♡ See ya haaang♡"
Downright scary now. After her final wave, I bolted to Geum Ye-rin.
"What? Why so late?"
"Ran into a weirdo..."
"Weirdo?"
She wanted details, but I skipped it. Imagining her and Jin Ha-eun clicking gave me chills.
Her face felt familiar, though.
Catching my breath, it hit me.
"Oh, right. Course registration."
"Huh? Course reg?"
I'd watched once. The bob-cut girl slurping cum-crusted dick from some ajusshi, then casually taking a gangbang from dudes who piled on—deeply etched in my memory.
That was Jin Ha-eun.
Fuck.
Steer clear, obviously.
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"Next applicants! 34, 35, 36!"
"Me."
"Me too!"
I was 34, Geum Ye-rin 35. Applied near-simul, so consecutive numbers.
"Nail it."
"Hope we both pass!"
Worried if only one made it, but I hid my nerves and entered.
Creeeak—
Three men sat side-by-side. Left: ajusshi, probably Coach. Middle: soccer captain. Right:
Geon-yul!
Our eyes met; he waved subtly. Kang Geon-yul. Tension melted to calm.
Others outclass him, but he begged to join just for my turn?
Whatever—felt like gaining a million troops.
Sat in the prepared chair at the back with Ye-rin in the center. Scanned the room.
"...Huh?!"
Last chair: unexpected. 34 me, 35 Ye-rin, 36: bathroom girl I swore to avoid—second-year Onahole Jin Ha-eun.
"Hi! Jin Ha-eun!"
"Geum Ye-rin~!"
"I-I'm Yoo Chae-a!"
The other two casually hiked skirts, flashed panties, greeting interviewers. This world's "panties hello" norm.
"Oho, Ha-eun no panties?"
"Already soaked."
"...Oh."
Like before, Jin Ha-eun sunbae panty-less. Thought she'd wear 'em for interview—my bad. At least dildoless.
"Yessir! Interview day—had to stand out. Stripped my onahole pussy packaging, kept it wet and ready!"
"Excellent. Dick's throbbing."
"Gotta hustle with no tits."
"Ahaha, damn."
Gaze locked on her. Ye-rin's leopard panties unique, mine cute—but no match for bare.
Where you looking!
Geon-yul ignoring me for her pussy? Cursed him inwardly, then sheepishly lowered skirt with the others.
"Let's start. We trust your passion to serve our soccer club as managers, but can't hire all."
"Ah..."
Slut's got reactions.
Realized I glared harsher at Jin Ha-eun.
"So, basic ability test first. Manager skills."
Here it came. Rubbed my full, cool bladder from chugging water post-piss, swallowed hard.
"Soccer's all about goals, no matter what. Precision aiming inside, parabolic ball arc."
Normal so far, then Coach smiled kindly and dropped absurdity.
"Managers too. See the round chamber pots? Stand, spread legs, piss right in."
...Why is this real.