Job Prep Channel (Part 2)

"Whew... thank god there's a usable pussy close by."

Not being able to work off a hard-on isn't going to kill anybody, but when the urge comes surging up out of nowhere, you want it dealt with as fast as possible, don't you? Having a decent pussy within arm's reach at a time like that is always something to be grateful for. And if that pussy happens to be unused? Even better.

"Your pussy's got a pretty nice squeeze. Looks like a pussy-bitch who knows how to clench also knows how to handle an interview, huh?"

"Ah♥ If you compliment me like that I'll get all embarrassed~♥ Of course my pussy's going to work even harder when it's serving a cock as handsome and well-mannered as yours♥"

The girl rocking her pussy on Chanseob's lap seemed to like the flattery. She poured on the coquetry and shook herself even harder.

Objectively speaking, the flavor of this particular pussy sat somewhere in the lower-middle range. Chanseob wasn't the picky type when it came to pussy, but calling this one delicious would have been a stretch. Then again, you didn't eat a virgin pussy for the taste. You ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ate it for what it meant. All he'd needed in the first place was a tool to take the edge off.

"We sat the same interview just now, didn't we? Those questions were pretty sharp, but the way you answered them so calmly left an impression."

"Mm♥ Thank you♥ Though honestly, I was expecting questions like that. When you've got a weakness that obvious sitting right out in the open, of course an interviewer is going to dig into it. Pussies are already desperate to pick apart other pussies' flaws — give them the title of interviewer on top of that and they're going to be climbing the walls, right?"

Chanseob let out a silent sigh. Men's world, pussies' world — both of them were brutal in their own ways. And even if she had seen those questions coming, the sheer mental fortitude it took to field them without so much as a flicker of emotion was something even he had to admire.

"How does a pussy-bitch this fuckable still have an unused pussy? Don't tell me you went to Pussy High? Pussy U?"

"Ah, no. Nothing like that... I don't really know. I guess I've got some flaw that pussies don't notice but only guys can see? Plus, if we're being honest, there aren't that many nice men who'll go out of their way to fuck a pussy-bitch for her, you know?"

Was that true? Thinking about it, he almost never ran into guys who shared his hobby of playing with pussy out in the real world. Online communities were crawling with them around the clock, but that was only because people with that particular taste congregated there regardless of time or place. Most of the time you just caught glimpses of them in the news or on the occasional livestream. It occurred to Chanseob, not for the first time, that pussy training might be a more niche pastime than he'd ever given it credit for.

"If I could join the company alongside a cock this— nngh♥ ah, I'm cumming♥ —this handsome and well-mannered, I wouldn't ask for anything more."

The pussy twisted her body on Chanseob's thighs like a snake, making some kind of appeal he couldn't quite pin down. It was a nice thing to hear, sure, but...

"I don't know about that. You seemed to crush the interview, but me? Honestly, I don't have much confidence."

"What?! No! What are you talking about? I was watching — you answered those questions beautifully. If anything, you looked closer to passing than I did... are you just being modest?"

He'd figured she was just saying something nice, but the look in her eyes was sharp and completely sincere.

"Well, credentials matter, of course, but I think a man's essence matters more. Shouldn't a magnificent cock like yours — and the consideration and kindness of giving that cock to a starving pussy — be valued a little more highly? Ah, I'm cumming again♥"

"Uh, well? I'd love it if that actually counted for something, but the ones doing the evaluating are the company, you know? If the company says it doesn't count, then it doesn't count. That's all there is to it."

The pussy puffed out her cheeks, unconvinced. For someone who looked like such a cool-headed career woman on the outside, she had a surprisingly cute side. Encouraged by the sight, his cock administered a thick, sticky load of cock-juice straight into her womb.

"Aah♡ Aaaah, the cum, it's coming♥ It's so thick and so manly♥♥♥♥ My first creampie ever♥ Aang, thank you! Thank you♥♥"

As the cock-juice poured into her womb, her own orgasm refused to stop. She shouldn't have had any strength left, and yet she kept rolling her hips without rest, chasing even more stimulation. For an unused pussy, the talent was considerable. Almost a waste that she'd been sitting around collecting cobwebs in that hole all this time.

"Hhit♥ Hhihihihit♥♥ I-it's so thick♥ I can tell just by the feel of it, I don't even need to look♥ Ha, haah, this, I think I might've gotten pregnant. I-I'm in my fertile window right now."

"Come on, pregnancy doesn't happen that easily. If being in heat meant you just popped one out like that, nobody would be losing sleep over the low birth rate."

If getting pregnant were that simple, just how many pussies would that mean Chanseob had knocked up by now? ...Well. He'd hit and run on more pussies than he could count and never spoken to them again, so a few of them being pregnant wouldn't have been strange at all.

"If you get pregnant, you raise it yourself. You got this!"

"Yes! You got this!"

Raising a baby was a pussy's job, so he figured she'd manage fine on her own. Still, it was his genetic material either way. He hoped she'd do a decent job of it, if it came to that.

"Whew. That was a clean extraction."

When your thoughts started getting messy, blowing a few loads through a pussy was still the most direct fix there was. Reality hadn't changed, but the cock felt good, didn't it? Then that was enough.

"Hi, hihit, hyiiit, hu, huut♥"

The pussy-bitch on top of him had lost her mind, her hips convulsing in broken little jerks. She was getting a bit heavy, but even that weight didn't feel half bad.

"Oh my. Are you finally finished?"

"Huh?"

At the sudden voice he lifted his head, and there stood one of the interviewer ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pussies he'd seen in the interview room not long ago.

"Uh, what brings you here? Weren't you in the middle of interviews?"

"The morning session is over. It's lunchtime now. Were you so absorbed in that pussy you didn't even notice the time passing? So the pussy-training hobby wasn't just talk. I've been standing here for ten minutes already, you know. You didn't notice at all, did you?"

He genuinely hadn't had the faintest clue. Chanseob scratched his head, embarrassed and at a loss. He wanted to leave even a slightly good impression on an interviewer, and now he looked like an idiot who couldn't even read a room. More than that — had that much time really gone by?

"I suppose I should apologize first. Watching the two of you go at it got me so turned on I ended up rubbing one out. Using someone as fap material without permission isn't something a cultured pussy-bitch ought to do. I'm sorry."

"Ah, no. I don't mind. It happens."

Using someone as fap material without asking was technically a manners violation, sure — but who in this day and age still cared about dusty old etiquette like that? The play here was to look as generous as possible and bank the points.

"Heh. How gracious of you. A company cares about credentials and work sense, of course, but at the end of the day it's a place where people meet people. We're always starving for talent that has both character and social skills. I especially like that considerateness of yours — knowing how to put a pussy to use without worrying about where you are."

A spark jumped in Chanseob's head. Wait. Is this... an opening?

"Ah, well, I just can't walk past a pussy that looks starved. And when she said she was unused, I got the urge to break her in at least once. So I, uh..."

"Oh my, oh my.... Now that you mention it, the pussy you're using right now is that unused pussy-bitch from the same interview, isn't it? There must have been any number of already-proven pussy-bitches around, and you still used her?"

"I just like playing with pussy, period. Whether she's been proven or not is a pretty minor detail, I'd say..."

The interviewer pushed her glasses up. A thick bead of pussy-juice gathered between her thighs, clung there, and went plop onto the floor. There was no mistaking it — his answer had left a deep impression.

"...Just for reference, do you plan on using that pussy for the rest of the day?"

"Uh, well..."

Chanseob hesitated. Honestly, he'd already gotten plenty of use out of this one. There was no real reason to hang onto her. But wouldn't it look better here to project a more responsible image?

"Yes. Once I grab onto something, I see it through. I'll probably keep using her for the rest of today."

"Is that so. Hmm. That's a bit of a shame. ...If you don't mind, could I have your contact information?"

Oh, there was absolutely no reason not to give it. Chanseob immediately typed his number and name into the interviewer's phone. A moment later, a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠photo ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the interviewer arrived over mobile messenger.

"There's a thoroughly starved pussy-bitch on standby around the clock, so feel free to hit me up anytime, no pressure. I should get going. Good luck with the second interview."

The interviewer vanished, but the pounding in Chanseob's chest didn't fade — it only got stronger. This was... no way... it had to be that, right?

He barely held back a cheer as he picked up his phone. This kind of good news had to be shared. Shared, and recognized.

Whether he'd actually reach the final goal of getting hired was still up in the air, but the general mood was that he'd at least left a good impression on an interviewer. That alone was fine. That was enough. Just having hope made his chest feel lighter. Like carrying a lottery ticket you already know won't hit — it still feels good to keep it in your pocket.

Of course, it was a law of the universe that there was always one asshole mixed in whose entire purpose was to ruin your day.

Anyway. There were always guys like this. The second a person started to feel happy, they'd jump in and turn it into shit.

On a normal day he wouldn't have been able to just block and walk away — he'd have had to trade insults until the thread dragged on forever. But right now, Chanseob was in a good mood.

And so:

He would not forgive the bastard trying to ruin this good mood.

And so, today as well, the community was at peace.