Interview Common Sense (4)
We three stood side by side, adjusting our waist positions to aim into the chamber pot about two steps away. Even though we'd practiced, we'd only peed standing up without this kind of distance, so I was pretty tense.
"Everyone might get splashed with urine, so please take off your skirts and panties completely. Ha-eun's already done it, so no problem there."
"Ahaha, yeah. But Coach, you're so sweet, even using honorifics on an onahole. You could treat me rough."
"Hoho, but you're the interviewees."
"Once you hire us as managers, you'll manhandle us everywhere anyway~"
Jin Ha-eun flirted shamelessly, snapping her hips and fluttering her skirt. Each time, her pussy peeked out—a textbook silver pussy.
Not to be outdone, I hurriedly stripped off my skirt and panties and chimed in.
"I agree! Bitches like me, born with pussies, don't deserve respect from men with proud cocks, so please treat us casually!"
"Hoho, you too, Chae-a?"
"Yes... I actually prefer it that way..."
"Hahaha! These girls are winners. The others got cocky when we used honorifics, so we flunked them all. Here, we've got some with brains instead of just cock juice in their skulls."
"Thank you for the praise!"
I might not like her, but I had to respect Jin Ha-eun's bitch instincts. If she hadn't spoken up first—or if I hadn't followed—we might've been on the chopping block already.
As expected of a total slut...!
She was a woman beyond the comprehension of a normal person like me.
Anyway, time was up. I finished prepping to pee, spread my legs, and aimed at the chamber pot along with Ye-rin and that woman, Jin Ha-eun.
What surprised me was Ye-rin. Unlike Jin Ha-eun and me, who'd known the interview questions in advance, she had no clue—and yet she didn't seem flustered at all.
She's a natural bitch, alright.
Three smoking-hot girls lined up, legs spread and pussies bared—it had the interviewers all riled up.
"Hoo, huff."
"Ha, fuck..."
Sure enough, Coach and Captain's breathing was getting ragged. The desk hid it, but once they cleared it away, three raging hard-ons would spring out for sure.
"Ahem."
Geon-yul glancing at the other girls' pussies and muttering in awe didn't sit right with me, but...
Forcing him to get excited only by my pussy would look weird. Just let it go.
Nothing I could do about it. I'd already been fucked by Geon-yul multiple times—he knew every inch of my body. The two next to me? Untouched by him. Of course his eyes would wander to these busty, pretty girls spreading wide.
"Ha-eun, your pussy lips and ass are plump and nice, but those tits are a letdown. Your kid'd starve."
"Ehehe... If you groped 'em with those hands, Coach, they'd get usable, right? My sensitivity's top-notch anyway! Pinch my nipples, and I'm in heat instantly."
"Cute, Coach. I've fucked that slut a few times—her pussy's worn loose from gangbangs. Hangs with foreigners too. Right, Ha-eun?"
"Ahahaha... C-Captain. For that, my ass is super tasty? Always prepped for anal—way tighter than my pussy!"
"Hmm, stick around after. Geon-yul, nothing to say?"
"Huh? Nah, not really..."
Geon-yul hesitated, then continued.
"Tits that small don't even register as female. I need some size to feel the bitch vibe."
"Hehe, thanks for the onahole review! If Geon-yul interviewer sucked my pathetic flat-chest mosquito-bite tits, they'd grow huge someday! Hire me and raise 'em yourself!"
"Hoho, pitching again. Next..."
Watching her get roasted for her tits gave me some inexplicable superiority complex blooming in my chest—but seeing her rub up on my friend reignited my hatred.
That slut rubbing on my friend?
"Now, who's that puppy? Chae-a's got a killer body. Nice rack, thick ass. Hips wide for popping out babies—no starvation worries."
With our legs spread, evaluations of me, Ye-rin, and Jin Ha-eun were underway.
What the hell, you potbellied old perv?
Having total strangers like Coach and Captain judge my naked body didn't feel great—especially when even Geon-yul's teasing might piss me off.
"Thanks for the praise! I worried my excess fat was pointless, but glad you like it!"
...But all I could do was smile and thank him. What choice did I have against the soccer coach?
Captain chimed in next.
"No dieting. Chubby girls are prime fuckmeat. Grabbing those tits while pounding that jiggly ass? Splish-splash heaven. If hired, diet only with my okay?"
"Yessir! I'll protect these tits and ass!"
"But wait, you..."
Getting body-shamed right in front sucked, but so far it was all praise—no big deal. Geon-yul's gaze mattered, but whatever—he was ogling Jin Ha-eun's sex appeal too.
Then the real problem hit.
"Hmm, already contracted bitch?"
"Ah, yes. With Kang Geon-yul..."
"Checked. Can't help many players as manager like that—what do you think?"
"Huh? I can help plenty..."
"Tch. Morale boosts, stress relief, urge dumping—that's manager basics, common sense."
"Ah, right... yes..."
As feared, sports clubs like soccer ran rampant with lewd shit. Managers were for that—and with 11+ players, tying myself to just Geon-yul made me dead weight to Captain.
"St-still! One manager per player might be efficient! Geon-yul owner's the ace, right? Special treatment for the ace... like one-on-one..."
"Chae-a, what're you..."
"Pfft! She's been here how long and calling him ace already? He's good, but needs more seasoning."
"Hohoho, low cost-performance, but... dedicated ace manager? Not bad. Motivates the team."
"Th-thank you!"
I bowed deep, jiggling my tits to sell the schubumert. Sure enough, six eyes from three men locked on my rack, shaking up and down. Unlike Jin Ha-eun, I had real tits to flaunt.
"Hng..."
Jin Ha-eun, why're you staring? Jealous?
Wait, did I just think she was jealous of me?
...My head was messed up.
"Ahem, got it. Now Ye-rin..."
Evaluations turned to Ye-rin. Her natural charm turned the sleazy harassment from Captain and Coach into fun banter. She even showed off her body enough that some guys might prefer it over mine.
"Whew, long intro. Bet holding it hurts—pee freely now."
Ye-rin put her hands on her head, her pervy flair shining as she shook her whole body, swinging her tits side to side. I couldn't match that vulgarity.
"Ngh."
Jin Ha-eun struggled without tits to shake. She waved her hands overhead in slutty courtship dance, but that was it.
Spiiishhhh—
Three streams hit the chamber pot dead-on simultaneously. No shock that practice let Jin Ha-eun and me nail it perfectly.
"Ooh, oooh!"
But Ye-rin nailing it from the start? Never dreamed.
"Ah, ugh!"
She couldn't hold it steady. Awkward stance and poor bladder control meant some splashed outside.
Jin Ha-eun and I? Near-perfect. Our arcs drew clean parabolas, landing spot-on in the pot.
Not content, I arched back further, snapping my hips.
"Ooh!"
"First student I've seen hit so precise!"
"Showing off tricks too, Coach?"
Inside, I was dying of shame. Hips thrusting, pussy bare, peeing casually in front of everyone? Old me couldn't marry. The vulgarity embarrassed me most—especially with Geon-yul watching.
I planned to save this ugly shit for practice only, but that slut Jin Ha-eun's too fierce a rival...!
As my bladder emptied, I glanced at her. No arching back like me, but she pulled a stunt that widened my eyes.
Slap! Smack! Whap!
Spanking her own ass?
The pot was full, but she kept slapping her ass loud, squirting pee like a water gun. Then she straightened, shuddering— no squirt show, but everyone knew she'd cum. Eyes rolled back, legs quaking.
"No way—you came while peeing?"
"Heek... hng... N-not that... Hii?! Sp-spanking my ass felt too good..."
"Cumming solo from self-spanks—not even another guy's hand? What kinda freak slut... Impossible by common sense..."
"My owner's seen it—piston once, and this loose pussy cums every thrust."
"Ugh, sorry for lying. Embarrassing, but insert and withdraw? Two orgasms per thrust~"
"Hoho, what a premature pussy slut."
"Ehehe."
Is that the onahole class bar? Or does it turn you that way? No clue.
One thing sure: I couldn't touch her lewd depths.
Good thing...
I'd worried about falling too far in this world—but seeing her proved I was still sane.
"All done peeing? On to phase two, Coach?"
"Yeah."
"Geon-yul, prep. You take Chae-a."
"Got it, Captain."
Pee over, the three interviewers stood. Knowing what came next, I squeezed my eyes shut.
Titjob.
If Geon-yul's intel was right, two phases total. Standing pee first, then titjob: clamping a man's cock between your tits, rubbing and squeezing solely with breasts to milk out cum. Simulated sex.
Why the hell in a soccer manager interview?
No understanding it.
But this, I can win.
Jin Ha-eun, that flat-chest bitch, couldn't match my D-cups here. Feeling victory already, I clasped my arms, crossing wrists to mash my tits center.