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Dick Delivery Service 『Dick Delivery Service』
Founded in 20XX, this is one of the services offered by Futanari Corporation, a global on- and offline sex delivery company that's kept its momentum going strong ever since.
A special service that gives lewd bitches unsatisfied with fingers, dildos, boyfriends, or husbands a chance to taste superior futanari cock—and even get pregnant with futanari babies.
"So, you want to quit?"
"N-no... that's not it. It's just... kind of a reality check hit me, I guess? Hard to put into words..."
"Hmm."
"I'm starting to wonder if this is really right for me..."
At Futanari Corporation's Futanari Department, Deputy Manager Yoon Seoha nodded along as she listened to the newbie who'd just joined yesterday.
"You were out on a dispatch yesterday, right? What happened?"
"Well..."
"Your senior went with you on your first one, so it shouldn't have been too tough."
"That's just it... it was..."
The newbie stammered.
Her eyes reflected hesitation and shame. Confirming the emotions in the newbie's gaze, Yoon Seoha waited patiently for her to speak.
"It was... my mom."
"Huh?"
"The client... was my mom..."
"Ah..."
Yoon Seoha let out a small sigh as she looked at the newbie, whose face seemed on the verge of tears.
Encountering parents, relatives, or family was common in this industry—especially in the Futanari Department. Even she herself had dealt with her mom and sister—what used to be her older brother.
And considering the client was a company supporter, the newbie's situation wasn't all that absurd or rare.
"Of all people, your first dispatch had to be a parent..."
But that was only after gaining some experience. For a first client to be family? No wonder she was confused.
Especially since the newbie hadn't fully immersed herself in "this world" yet.
"The report said you went all the way through, though."
"Y-yes..."
"Your mom must be a beauty."
"..."
The newbie gave a small nod at Yoon Seoha's words.
Well, even for random assignments rather than direct nominations, these were clients with high enough grades to apply via the homepage. At minimum Gold rank or above, so their looks were guaranteed.
"You said you were independent, right?"
"Y-yes. Independent."
"Hmm. What're you gonna do? Worst case, you might get directly nominated by her."
"...Is that from experience?"
"Yep."
The casual reply made the newbie's eyes tremble widely.
It was a pretty rude question, but since it stemmed from brushing off her concerns lightly, Yoon Seoha decided to let it slide and met her gaze head-on.
"You quitting?"
"...I'll think about it."
"Alright. Don't take too long."
Yoon Seoha sighed softly as she watched the newbie bow her head and leave.
"What's up? What happened?"
"Oh, Manager."
"Call me unnie, like I said."
Shortly after the newbie left, Do Yoonseo, head of the Futanari Department, approached.
"The newbie left with a long face. What was that about?"
"Her first client was her mom."
"Aigoo... First one's rough."
"Right?"
Do Yoonseo clung to Yoon Seoha's back like a koala, grinning. A faint orange scent wafted through the air.
"No appointments today?"
"Nope. BB's out on dispatch too... Oh, right."
As if remembering something, Do Yoonseo clapped and looked at Yoon Seoha.
"You've got a nomination."
"Me?"
"Congrats. Your first Ruby rank direct pick."
"...Ruby rank."
Yoon Seoha murmured the rank softly as she glanced at the client profile handed to her.
Futanari Corporation's clients were divided into four main ranks: Silver, Gold, Diamond, Ruby.
The highest, Ruby rank, was determined through rigorous screening of looks, personality, social reputation and influence, status, wealth, and more.
In turn, the perks were substantial—one being "direct nomination rights." Unlike Gold or Diamond, which were just random with priority differences, Rubies could pick their preferred staff directly.
"...Me, nominated..."
Such nominations usually went to managers or at least senior deputies—slim to none for a mere deputy like her.
"Congrats. Section chief next month?"
"...Haha."
"C'mon, I'll drive you. Let's go."
Do Yoonseo dangled the car keys as she spoke. Yoon Seoha smiled back at her beaming face.
"Sure!"
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The click of heels echoed.
As the two women in sharp suits walked the street, it felt like every eye was on them.
"They're staring a ton."
"You've done plenty of dispatches. Not used to it?"
"I usually meet at motels. We park and go up—no memories of walking streets like this."
"Get out more... outside work."
"I've got dispatches."
"Besides dispatches."
Yoon Seoha scratched her head at Do Yoonseo's words.
"Anyway. Stares are kinda inevitable."
"Inevitable?"
"Duh. Two tall beauties over 180cm, figures and proportions that could outdo top models four times over, faces in the top 1% worldwide—not just Korea. Who wouldn't look?"
"Is that so...?"
Yoon Seoha made a face like it didn't quite click.
Maybe because she rarely went out, or Do Yoonseo's explanation just didn't land.
Ignoring the gazes, they headed to the client's place.
"Who is it again?"
"You read the profile. Forgot already?"
"Nervous."
"No need to be."
Do Yoonseo chuckled softly and turned to her.
"Ruby or not, they're all the same bitches in heat. Fuck 'em right, and they'll love it—begging to get knocked up."
"I know. Still..."
"Look at you, all nervous like a newbie."
Do Yoonseo pulled out the profile from her bag and read it aloud.
"Kang Harin. Former national volleyball rep, current ace for Seoul Valkyrie. Upgraded to Ruby three months ago—this is her second nomination."
"Even national reps are Ruby rank?"
"Idols, athletes—whatever. In the end, just bitches."
"...Haha."
A sharp assessment.
Shattering any expectations of "maybe she's different," Yoon Seoha let out an awkward laugh at the veteran's words.
"Alright. My stop."
"..."
"You'll do great. You always do."
"You think...?"
At Yoon Seoha's uncertain tone, Do Yoonseo grinned wide.
"BB's always singing your praises. Makes me jealous."
"Haha..."
"So, you've got this."
"...Yeah."
The elevator doors closed and rose.
Ding—the car stopped.
Doors opened to a long hallway.
"1403... Here."
A high-floor officetel on the 14th.
She rang the bell for the listed room number. After a moment, the door opened, releasing a fragrant scent.
"...Uh. A-are you the service?"
"Yes. Dick Deliv—"
"Aaaah!! N-no need! C-come in first!!"
The woman—Kang Harin—panicked, cutting Yoon Seoha off and ushering her inside. As expected of a volleyball player, her over-180cm frame and toned muscles were captivating.
Yoon Seoha draped her outer coat over the living room chair and faced Kang Harin, reintroducing herself.
"Thank you for using the Dick Delivery Service. I'm Yoon Seoha, Deputy Manager from the Futanari Department, as nominated."
"...Ah, uh. P-please take care of me."
"Yes. Before we start, a quick ID check and rundown of the terms."
Yoon Seoha began reading from her phone: Kang Harin's details and service info.
"Name: Kang Harin. Age 30, height 182cm, weight 73kg, three sizes 98-68-100, E-cup. Sensitive spots: womb, nape, behind ears—correct?"
"...Y-yes."
"Confirmed."
Yoon Seoha checked it off and continued with the terms, her voice purely professional.
"Base service is 8 hours, extendable up to 48."
"Yes..."
"No contraceptives used; creampie is mandatory. Pregnancy responsibility lies solely with the client. The company and staff bear no liability for any issues or outcomes."
"...Yes."
"All proceedings will be filmed and uploaded to the site. Mandatory, of course."
A serious tone laced with a hint of amusement.
Regulations called this the final warning: cancel now or never.
But it was never enforced. Even if they backed out, staff often overpowered them anyway—no penalties from the company.
Once purchased, no take-backs.
Still, procedure's procedure... annoying, but.
Yoon Seoha loosened the black tie around her neck and eyed Kang Harin.
"Strip, bitch."
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"Oogh... ♥"
The bedroom door was shut tight. Amid the soft orange glow of the lamp, hazy, steamy air filled the room.
Gushing semen and squirting fluids slicked the floor, along with muffled moans leaking out.
Yoon Seoha stretched with a yawn.
"Mmm. Let's see."
Even after Kang Harin passed out, Yoon Seoha kept going until satisfied, then checked her phone to calculate the bill.
"Base 8 hours, total playtime 37 hours—so 29 extension hours. 300k per hour extended: 8.7 million. Plus two cosplay outfits: total 11.1 million won."
She tapped the app, charging it to Kang Harin's membership account, then sat on the bed's edge, recalling that morning.
Hope the newbie's okay.
Fucking blood family was shockingly intense—yet somehow no big deal. Contradictory, but that's how it felt to her as an experienced hand.
How'd I even get into this job, anyway?
Waiting for Manager Do Yoonseo to pick her up, Yoon Seoha reminisced about the past.