Sex During Interviews Is Common Sense
Yoon Seoha gazed at the scene unfolding before her eyes.
Her snow-white skin sparkled under the ceiling lights. She stared at the bitch shaking her massive ass, drooling with slutty, sticky pussy juices.
…This is weird.
Not that the situation was strange.
Of course, it might look bizarre to outsiders, but at least in Futanari Corporation, this was perfectly normal.
She hadn't been hired yet, nor was passing the interview a sure thing, but she'd learned this from meeting all the bitches around the company.
What was strange wasn't the situation—it was herself.
She was oddly accepting this perfectly normal yet utterly abnormal, contradictory scenario as if it were natural.
She was weird for enjoying it.
What do other people think?
She stroked the massive ass and glanced sideways.
"Uh, uh…."
"Hnghh."
"Th-this kind of thing… it's, well…."
One person flustered, one intrigued, one repulsed.
Watching their varied reactions, Yoon Seoha narrowed her eyes.
"Fascinating."
How the hell did they pass the first interview?
Pondering that question, Yoon Seoha turned her gaze back to the wall onahole in front of her.
She pressed her fingers into the chewy ass flesh, leaving a red handprint.
She pulled down her pants, freeing her cock, and gripped the onahole's waist with both hands like a handle.
Her thin waist was fully encircled by her hands. The sharply widening hips felt like a barrier keeping her grip secure, flesh and bone alike.
"Hrnggh♥"
As she pressed her cock against the pussy, a small moan came from beyond the wall.
The thin partition wall was just for show—no soundproofing whatsoever.
Is this even necessary? Four beds would've been better.
Or maybe it served some other purpose.
Well, it was a big corporation's method, so there had to be some intent.
This was only her second interview, but from what she'd heard online about corporate interviews, every single step was deliberate.
"Ngh, grrrgh?!"
Lost in thought, her cock was already halfway in.
Tighter and more gripping than expected. The wide, childbearing hips suggested it'd be spacious, but it clenched far more intensely.
Savoring the vulgar moans from beyond the wall, Yoon Seoha slowly moved her hips.
She pulled out slightly, then thrust deeper. Pulled out again, thrust even deeper.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, she began stretching the onahole.
"Oghogogok♥ Kh, hngiiiik♥"
The sticky walls clung desperately. The pussy muscles contracted, binding her cock tight.
The womb descended to embrace the glans, kissing it nonstop, while the muscles coiled around the shaft.
In that state, pulling back nearly dragged the walls out with it.
"Kh, hiiiik♥ Oghoooook♥♥"
Yoon Seoha slapped the plump onahole hard with her palm and shook her hips.
Sharp smacks echoed through the room, drawing furtive glances her way.
Yoon Seoha stripped off her sweat-soaked suit and smiled.
The stares didn't bother her. When was the last time she'd felt this good? Had she ever?
She couldn't remember ever ignoring others' gazes like this.
She didn't know.
Didn't care to remember.
Didn't want to care.
This moment was too perfect to worry about that.
A pussy clenching tight, brain-melting pleasure, surging ejaculation urge met by a ready womb. And plenty of time.
The interview limit was 48 hours. At least 40 more hours with this onahole.
"Hng…!"
Shuddering with pleasure, Yoon Seoha unleashed her cum.
The onahole's belly was now swollen like a pregnant woman's.
How much time had passed?
Glancing aside, she saw one futanari collapsed in exhaustion.
Inferior…?
Hmm.
Her head must be messed up.
Strange thoughts filled her mind.
Inferior? Ridiculous.
Not some female or male—calling another futanari inferior?
Her head's really fucked.
Of course, tapping out after just 10 hours with such a slutty onahole was a minus. But stamina could be trained.
Hell, calling someone inferior for lacking stamina was an insult to futanari.
"Must be from not talking to normal people lately."
All she met were bitches, females, or used onaholes. No real conversations.
"What do you think?"
Yoon Seoha pressed her hips flush, crushing the onahole's baby room as she spoke.
"Oghuk?! Kh, hiiiik♥"
"Huh? What do you think?"
"Wh-what do you meeean? F-futanari are all superior♥ Th-this lowly bitch doesn't knooow♥♥"
"Fair enough."
Yoon Seoha chuckled softly in response.
Yeah, what would groveling bitches know, squirting pussy juice at the sight of cock?
Sane people don't expect onaholes to think straight, just like sane futanari don't expect females to.
Yoon Seoha reaffirmed that truth once more.
"Anyway."
Grinding the womb, she muttered.
"Same position for hours is getting boring."
She'd dumped so much cum she couldn't count with her hands. Felt like at least 10 hours; checking the time confirmed the date had changed.
She smacked the chewy ass and pondered briefly.
"Yeah, no problem."
Decision made, she punched the partition wall.
It crumbled with a crunch, shattering like a cookie. Yoon Seoha sighed in relief.
"Figures for a partition—breaks easy. Good."
If it had been sturdy, her wrist or fist would've hurt.
"Wh-what are you—?!"
"Shut up."
Yoon Seoha grabbed Park Yeondu's flailing legs, hoisted them, and slammed her hips forward.
The womb-piercing impact drew a vulgar moan from Park Yeondu's lips.
"Come to think of it, you still have breath to talk?"
"N-ngh… th-that's not… truuue♥"
"You're talking right now."
Gripping the trembling Park Yeondu, Yoon Seoha began pistoning her hips violently.
30 hours left until the interview ended.
Plenty of time to turn one person into an onahole.
The punishment room—no, the second interview room's adjacent space.
Five women scribbled notes furiously in a room fitted with the so-called magic mirror, like those in police interrogation rooms or Japanese AVs.
Four other interviewers from the Futanari Department, plus one mere spectator.
Four futanari and one onahole peered into the interview room through the magic mirror.
"Everyone except Yoon Seoha is useless."
"Who picked these rejects?"
"Well… the Onahole Department has tons of 'worshippers.' That's why we need interviews for them too."
Gazing at the pitiful candidates, the four futanari vented.
"Speaking of, that Yoon Seoha girl's got the goods."
"Yeah. Thinking to smash the wall? Impressive."
"The others are just peeking around."
"Bit forceful, though?"
Do Yoonseo, head of the Futanari Department, smiled faintly as she watched Yoon Seoha shatter the wall and fuck the onahole in various positions beyond the mirror.
"The onaholes in the interview room only judge stamina. We judge everything else."
"Who came up with this?"
"Dunno, but it was like this when I joined."
Everything else. Simply put, 'everything needed to do what you want.'
No matter the guidelines, the dispatched futanari went alone. So during the minimum two-hour 'masturbation' after arrival, it was up to her judgment.
Impregnate the client, bring another bitch to use—whatever.
Guidelines were just guidelines.
"In that sense, smashing the wall and going wild is a plus. Right?"
"Ehh?"
"Oh. Mid-masturbation, huh."
Do Yoonseo turned dramatically, only to scratch her head at her own onahole already jerking off.
Dildo or not, those glazed-over eyes…
"Huh?"
Glazed-over eyes?
"Hey, who brought that dildo?"
"Huh? From BB Department Head's room?"
"Fuck."
That's molded from my cock.
Sighing deeply at her thrusting away like a broken machine with unfocused eyes, Do Yoonseo shook her head.
This is why pussies are…
Four cocks right there, yet satisfied with a toy? Pitiful.
"Interview's good enough. Nothing more to see?"
"Oh, doing it now?"
"Yeah. That pussy's mine, right?"
"Duh, obviously."
No idiot in the Futanari Department would eye BB's pussy with Do Yoonseo around.
"…Ehh? Huh? Uh, uhoooooh♥ Oghogogok♥"
In the adjacent room, as the second interview raged on…
BB was happy as ever today.