Second Interview: The Onahole Endurance Test
The time until the second interview flew by. Yoon Seoha, who had woken up early in the morning, staggered toward the bathroom.
Having come home late last night and crashed without even washing up, her hair was a mess, and her clothes reeked of heavy perfume.
"Ughhh, I should've never met someone who sprays that much perfume..."
Gripping her throbbing head and muttering to herself, she stripped off her clothes, tossed them aside carelessly, and stepped into the bathroom.
Warm water from the shower cascaded over her body, soaking her long black hair and beading on her breasts.
Drip, drip—the sound echoed as droplets fell onto the wet bathroom tiles. A water drop that had gathered on the tip of her massive cock, now drooping dejectedly downward, finally fell away.
As the warm water pounded her body and steam filled the air, her mind began to clear a bit.
Only now was her consciousness fully waking from the fog of alcohol and perfume.
"I picked the wrong person to hook up with. For real..."
Is this why they say you shouldn't meet people from apps so casually?
Lee Yuri had seized control of the conversation from the start, making her down drink after drink. Even after over three hours of talking, Seoha hadn't once taken the lead.
She'd just been dragged along for the ride.
"I barely regained control in bed and made her cum."
Even so, in the end, she was just another female.
Recalling that pathetic pussy that climaxed the moment she thrust in and nearly passed out, Yoon Seoha burst into laughter.
After that, it had been straightforward. Control returned to her, and she'd used her like any other bitch.
Of course, her sensitivity and reactions had been superior to most other bitches.
"Have I gotten a bit brighter?"
Compared to the past—before her transformation—what was she like now?
Had she become more cheerful?
Probably.
Back then, going out to meet someone—let alone a stranger—would've been unthinkable. Drinking with them or spending the night? Even more impossible.
"Mmm."
As she lathered foam into her hair and over her body, Yoon Seoha let out a small groan.
"It's not that I've turned lecherous instead of brighter, right?"
No way.
She didn't think so.
Futanari Corporation.
Its official name was far more appealing, professional, and socially acceptable, but for some reason, this nickname had caught on worldwide for the global legalized prostitution conglomerate.
It was the place Seoha reached by taking a bus from home, transferring to a train, then transferring again to another train. Just an hour away.
"Ah! Are you here for the interview?"
"Uh... yeah."
The woman with light green short hair smiled brightly as she asked. Seeing her bob cut, wide hips, and ample breasts, Yoon Seoha nodded.
She was used to the casual speech by now.
"Then here! Take your number ticket first!"
Slipping the ticket into her inner pocket, she followed the light green-haired woman's guidance inside.
A small waiting room.
Several other futanari were already there besides Yoon Seoha.
"Eek."
"Hngh...!"
"Hmmm?"
For some reason, they all tensed up the moment they saw her.
She naturally took a seat in the corner and cautiously glanced around at the other futanari.
Including herself, there were four in total. Well, futanari were artificially created, after all. There wouldn't be many to begin with.
...But why do they teach so much about futanari knowledge?
Of course, natural-born futanari weren't entirely nonexistent, but their numbers were so minuscule it was extreme. If artificial ones numbered ten, natural ones might be one—or less.
In other words, most futanari in society today were artificially made.
Like her—someone transformed by some drug.
So, who? And why?
Hmm...
Why create futanari at all?
...Yeah. Better not dig too deep.
Her thoughts stopped there as a chill ran down her spine. The faint sense of unease planted a seed of small fear.
This was the kind of thing that got dangerous if you delved too far.
That instinctive warning lingered in her mind.
Shoving aside her curiosity about futanari—not out of species intrigue, but because they were competitors who might become colleagues—she took a deep breath and scanned the room again.
They're all pretty.
They looked like celebrities, with faces and figures to match. Some had large breasts, others small. But every one had perfect proportions.
"Everyone! Time to move!"
At the light green-haired woman's words, the futanari began standing one by one.
"Huh?"
"Eek..."
"Oh my."
Yoon Seoha turned her head.
They're all short?
The other futanari were shorter than her.
Even the shortest were late 170s in height, but compared to Seoha, they seemed small.
What can I say... it's kinda fun.
Their wary glances toward her brought a small smile to her lips.
"Competing already? Save it for the interview room!"
"Wh-what's the second interview like?"
"Hehe, I'll explain from now on!"
The light green bob-haired woman smiled as she spoke.
"I'm Park Yeondu. Team leader of Onahole Department Team 2, and I'll be your interviewer and guide for this second round."
The light green-haired woman beamed.
"What we look at in the second interview is simple. Stamina. We'll just be checking yours."
"Stamina?"
"Yes. Follow me."
They followed Park Yeondu down a long corridor.
As they walked, several women passed by. Every one wore outrageously slutty outfits—too vulgar even for the word "prostitute."
Their eyes shot toward the futanari like arrows.
"Ahh."
The futanari began hunching over one by one, their cocks fully erect to the limit.
Unlike the other three, Yoon Seoha didn't bend at all despite her erection. She just proudly displayed it.
"Oh my♥"
Park Yeondu, walking ahead, glanced back and swallowed hard.
"Here we are."
Punishment Room
"Punishment Room...?"
Yoon Seoha blankly read the letters on the door.
Why was it named that?
More importantly, why did a company even need a punishment room?
"Ah."
Turning, she saw Park Yeondu's flushed face.
Her ears and nape, blushing bright red against her pale skin, stood out even more.
"Uh... um, you see!"
Park Yeondu stammered, trying to cover the "Punishment Room" nameplate.
"S-sorry! It's due to internal company issues! The second interview spot was only just decided!!"
"Pfft."
Watching her, Yoon Seoha let out a small chuckle.
A woman 30cm shorter than her, face beet red with embarrassment, fumbling in panic—it brought a fresh kind of pleasure.
Looking up at her with that radish-red face, eyes trembling helplessly like a small animal. It was slightly satisfying.
Oh no, my personality might be getting meaner.
The other futanari stared at her oddly.
One seemed repulsed by the term "Punishment Room."
Why?
Seoha couldn't understand.
It makes sense to have one, right?
Or not?
Hmm, who knows.
Has my mindset changed too?
Whatever.
She hated complications anyway.
"L-let's go in first!"
Pushing aside the creeping questions once more, Yoon Seoha entered the room with the other futanari.
"This is..."
"Eek..."
"Hmmm. A bit much, huh."
The futanari recoiled at the sight inside.
Yoon Seoha watched them curiously.
Same futanari, but reacting like that.
Futanari, no less.
Owners of superior genes, the chosen ones.
Yet repulsed by this paradise-like setup.
Not disdain or disgust, but pure curiosity bloomed in Yoon Seoha's mind.
"The onaholes you see before you are our Onahole Department team leaders. You have 48 hours. Restrooms, food, drinks, and all sorts of toys are fully prepared."
Park Yeondu stood before the partition wall dividing the room's center.
"Go stand in front of the number on your ticket."
Numbers 1 through 4.
The four futanari moved to their assigned onaholes.
"There's no onahole at mine?"
"Ah! One moment!"
Unlike the others, Seoha's line was empty.
Park Yeondu told her to wait and began undressing.
No underwear—she was naked after shedding just her slacks and dress shirt, then approached Seoha's slot.
"Heave-ho..."
She shoved her body through the hole in front of Yoon Seoha.
"There! Onahole Number 4, Park Yeondu, ready!"
"You're participating too, huh."
"Yes. I'm the interviewer and guide♥"
From beyond the partition, her voice came slightly amplified, as if through a mic.
Park Yeondu wiggled her ass with a flirtatious lilt.
"Then, let the second interview begin♥"