Interview Common Sense (5): The Paizuri Test
"Next up for evaluation is paizuri."
"...If I may ask a rude question, what does paizuri have to do with being a soccer club manager?"
Ye-rin beat me to the punch on something I'd been wondering myself. Even as I practiced paizuri listening to their explanation, I kept racking my brain over how it connected to managing a soccer team. But no answer came to me—what could it possibly be?
The coach nodded with a pleased grin and answered.
"In soccer, scoring goals matters, but the foundation is always dribbling. The paizuri interview was created to help female managers who aren't great at sports understand our players' feelings—by dribbling cocks with their tits."
"I see..."
"It also relieves the players' stress as a bonus. Looking down at a manager squeezing your cock between her tits with loving hands when you're exhausted—lots of guys say it wipes away all their fatigue."
"Ahh..."
I nodded like I got it, even letting out a little gasp, but of course, I didn't understand at all. Still, this wasn't the first or second time something like this had happened. By now, I figured I should just roll with it, so I brushed it aside and focused on the moment.
Can I pull this off?
I was familiar with the paizuri skill itself. We'd practiced it a lot in caress studies class. In a way, it might be the lewd technique I could perform second-best after fellatio right now.
Normally, I'd have only gotten used to giving handjobs or fingering to girls, but somehow I'd ended up more skilled at fellatio and paizuri—the techniques of a woman.
Damn, that sudden wave of self-loathing...
It's not about doing it well or not. I just have to do it.
I cursed this manga world that had turned me into a woman once more and started unbuttoning my uniform shirt one by one.
I always walked around with my belly exposed anyway, and the shirt on this uniform was so skimpy there weren't many buttons to undo in the first place.
Honestly, this is doable.
I figured my attitude score so far wasn't bad. I hadn't skipped the request to drop the formal speech at the start, and I'd thrown in my own lewd lines. Plus, as proof of my practice, I'd nailed pissing into the chamber pot perfectly.
Considering Ye-rin had missed a bit and spilled outside, even after practicing, this wasn't easy at all.
Should be fine... right?
What worried me was this: Jin Ha-eun had pissed just as steadily as me, but maybe wanting more attention, she'd gone a step further.
Spanking her own ass while squirting piss like a water gun—what the hell? She's no clown. How does she pull that off in front of everyone...?
Something I could never do. Especially not with Geon-yul right there—if I'd done that purely on my own, I'd have wanted to bite my tongue off.
But that ridiculous, vulgar, ugly sex appeal had clearly worked on the coach and captain, if not Geon-yul. She'd shown she was willing to degrade herself that far for the manager spot.
I don't get it. Can't wrap my head around it.
Was the soccer club manager position that valuable to Jin Ha-eun? She'd been one before and quit, so why not just stay if it was so precious?
I had a mountain of questions, but now wasn't the time to idly ask them.
"Whoa, I thought they looked small from the outside, but without the shirt and bra, they're total washrags."
"Ahaha, I'll do my best anyway."
"Ye-rin, right? Your tanned skin looks all exposed, but your tits are snow-white—it's kinda pervy hot. Like stepping on fresh, untouched snow."
"R-Really?! Sorry to pour cold water on that, but my tits aren't that precious..."
As expected, the interviewers traded comments about our chests, and the other candidates chimed in. I glanced at Geon-yul. The vibe said I should say something too.
"Mm, cough, Chae-a's tits have such a nice shape—really pretty. Even after sucking and twisting the nipples so much, they're still pink, which I like. And with tits that lactate, how are the areolas and nipples both still pink?"
"It's all thanks to Master. If Master gets turned on by my pink nipples, I'll stay pink forever... Hnnght."
Before I could finish, Geon-yul pulled out his finger and circled it over my areola. It would brush the nipple sideways with his knuckle every so often, drawing moans from me each time.
"Haht..."
As he toyed with my nipple, a sudden question popped up.
Come to think of it, why is this guy even here?
From the moment we entered the interview room, it had been one shock after another, so I hadn't realized—why was Geon-yul sitting there as an interviewer?
I tried to brush it off, reasons be damned, but thinking back on the two challenges so far made a spark of irritation rise.
If he's been an interviewer from the start... that means he's been getting paizuri from all the other girls and watching them piss themselves up close? I'm number 33, so at least thirty-two before me? Three at a time means eleven cycles, so he's gotten ten rounds of paizuri already.
Of course, that all assumed he'd been there from the beginning.
...Nah, probably not.
It wasn't jealousy or anything. More like selfish envy because I couldn't enjoy it, but he was getting all the fun. Or rather, I'd volunteered to fake as his girlfriend because he said he was lonely. If he'd been enjoying this without telling me, wasn't that his fault?
Sigh, think about it later.
I let out low moans at Geon-yul's finger movements, struggling to regain my composure.
"Hng... Hnnght... Ahhng..."
"Looking like you're dying from pleasure."
...Was that composure?
I gritted my teeth, ad-libbed some lines, and acted the part.
"Master's touch... it's so naughty... Chae-a's going into heat..."
"Like this?"
"Heek?!"
Splurt—!
Geon-yul grabbed and twisted my nipple hard while playing with it, and the sudden jolt made me squirt. With the coach and captain chuckling at the sight, my humiliation burned twice as hot as usual.
Why'd he have to do that extra...!
As I hesitated over what face to make, something massive loomed right in front of me.
The bat filling my vision made my lower belly and crotch tingle instinctively.
No matter how many times I see it, it's stupidly huge...
A side glance showed it looked 1.5 times bigger than the coach's or captain's cocks. Sure, those two were pretty big by normal Asian standards from my old world, but they couldn't compare to Geon-yul.
...He's seriously confident about something like this.
Why should I feel proud of his dick size? I remembered my place and looked up at the approaching cock as if cradling it with my face, sniffing it with twitching nostrils.
Sniff—
Smells a bit stronger today.
Maybe from sitting there so long as an interviewer? Or some other reason?
As I pondered, I belatedly realized I was insane enough to judge his activities by his cock scent and shook my head.
But my face was already beet red, and the pink nipples nestled between my shirtless tits had hardened fully.
"Th-Then, let's begin."
I bowed my head to hide my burning face and stared at the cock. Unlike standing Geon-yul, I was kneeling right in front of him, so my eyes were perfectly level with his dick—ideal for a titjob.
"Heave-ho."
The other two had already started, so I felt a bit rushed. I tried wedging Geon-yul's massive rod between my equally massive tits.
But there was a problem.
It's too big?
I'd expected it, but even my huge tits couldn't fully bury Geon-yul's monster. Pressing mostly on the shaft, only the glans poked out the top, thrusting toward my face like it might poke me—intimidating.
But panic was panic; I still had to rub my tits and make him feel good in this state.
I sandwiched the cock between my ridiculously huge udders and rubbed gently, giving soft, squishy stimulation.
"Nng... Unng... Does it feel good?"
"...Hm, decent, I guess."
"Ah!"
I'd forgotten something. Even in training, they'd said paizuri itself didn't feel great, so always use lotion and rub vigorously.
But getting lotion in this situation wasn't feasible.
"Baa—"
What I chose in the end was spit. I kept rubbing the cock while drooling saliva onto my cleavage, coating it thickly. Now it was properly slick.
"Haht... Hnng... Better now?"
"A step up from before. But paizuri... the view's too good."
"View?"
I tilted my head. I didn't stop kneading my tits with both hands, but I couldn't grasp what he meant by "view." Did he mean his field of vision? Why bring that up here?
"You know how cute you look stuffing my cock between your stupidly huge tits and struggling?"
"...Eh?"
"That's why it boosts morale."
The moment I understood, my head went boom.
I was trying my best to land this manager gig, but to Geon-yul receiving the paizuri, it just looked cute?
"Cute...?"
"Yeah, super cute. Pushing out your tits all shy is cute, pretending to paizuri but secretly tweaking your nipples and moaning in pleasure is cute, and now your milk's leaking out mixing with the spit—that's cute too."
"Haaah...!"
His voice made my ears melt. And "cute" hit that hard? The barrage of cuteness compliments left me dizzy and spaced out.
"Hard nipples are cute too."
"Haht♡"
"Twisting these stiff nipples and watching pussy juice squirt out—cute."
"Hiiiiiik♡"
"Trying to hide it by clamping your legs—cute."
"S-Stop with the cute talk..."
I couldn't lift my face anymore. It was surely melted into full bitch mode. If he saw this expression, I'd be teased for weeks. Worst case, I'd get stuck with a nickname like "Cutie Chae-a" for months.
So I kept my head down, locking eyes with the cock tip poking out between my tits.