First Dispatch – The Gold Member's Resistance
"Huh?"
Was she flustered? A dumb sound slipped from her lips.
"What do you mean 'huh'? It's your first day and you've already got a naming. You're one lucky girl."
"Uh, yeah..."
"You know our company's namings are random, right?"
"Yes, I checked on the homepage."
She's such a good girl, Do Yoonseo thought, stroking Yoon Seoha's head.
A couple inches taller than herself—maybe two or three—she continued with a gentle smile.
"Anyway, the real unlucky ones only get named like twice in years. The guy who quit before you came was exactly that."
"Uh, yeah... that's really unlucky."
"Right? Well, he was still a futanari, so I guess a competitor poached him. That's a different story, though."
Yoon Seoha looked at the materials Do Yoonseo handed her.
Dense text filled the page, along with a photo of one woman.
"Jang Miyu?"
"Yeah. One of our Gold-grade members. Youngest manager at some big corp, I think? She's got a bunch of videos on the site and has named seven times already—an excellent customer. She was up for Diamond promotion recently."
"So, did she get promoted?"
"She meets all the criteria, but she has to want it."
Do Yoonseo took a sip of water before speaking.
"You're lucky. First one's an experienced one—thank your stars."
"...Any points I should watch out for?"
"Huh? Nah, none."
"...Pardon?"
Yoon Seoha stared at her in surprise.
No precautions? What did that even mean?
"A futanari using her pussy is something to be grateful for. Why worry about precautions? Just go have fun. The more you enjoy it, the bigger your bonus."
"...Isn't this our salary?"
"Yeah, but this is separate incentive pay. You get 30% of the total fee from that naming as extra."
"That's okay?"
"Sure. You're a futanari. Special, right?"
And it keeps us motivated.
Why was the company run like this? Yoon Seoha's curiosity only grew.
After Do Yoonseo briefed her on the rest, Yoon Seoha headed straight to her first customer's place.
"Have fun~"
Do Yoonseo, who'd kindly driven her all the way to the building on her first day, waved brightly before heading back to the office.
The supercar's roaring exhaust still echoed in her ears.
"Let's see... Building 104, Room 302. Ah, here it is."
A typical villa.
She climbed to the third floor and stood before the door marked 302, pressing the intercom.
Poor soundproofing—loud noises came from inside. Something like frantic dressing, and soon the door opened to reveal a woman.
"Uh, who are you?"
"Jang Miyu?"
"Uh, y-yeah... I'm—"
"Perfect."
With the confirmation, Yoon Seoha cut her off and took a deep breath.
Her heart raced—first job right out of the gate. Do Yoonseo had said to enjoy it, but the fear of screwing up wouldn't leave her mind.
"Dick Delivery Service."
"...Pardon?"
For some reason, the flustered woman made Yoon Seoha let out a small gasp.
She wants rape play?
Even if the users of this service were all perverts, starting with rape play on day one seemed extreme.
No, if she wanted that, shouldn't it be in the request notes?
Was it there? Let me think...
Before that—if someone requests rape play, is it real rape? No, it's play, so consent first, right?
Head's spinning. Guess I'm tense.
Shaking her head to clear it, Yoon Seoha gathered her thoughts.
"W-wait! What are you—!"
The woman in front of her flushed red, raising her voice.
Yoon Seoha couldn't make out the words clearly, but yelling "Dick Delivery Service" outside was probably the issue.
Damn, she's hot, though.
This body on a twenty-something?
Even with all the talk of better nutrition these days, this figure was over the top. More like a well-maintained married mom with a kid.
"Shut up."
"I said—! Mmph... mmph...!"
"Quiet."
"...Ah, ahh...!"
About to scream her lungs out, so Yoon Seoha grabbed her wrist and kissed her. The woman went quiet fast.
Rape play fan after all?
"Put requests like this in the notes next time."
"M-mmph...?"
"Whatever."
The door creaked shut behind them.
Staring at the firmly closed door, the woman's eyes widened.
Yoon Seoha gripped the bitch's wrist and dragged her into what looked like the bedroom.
"Kyaaah...!"
Throwing the bitch onto the bed, Yoon Seoha mounted her and started stripping her clothes.
"Hmm."
The outfit people called a bodycon dress.
Tougher to remove than expected.
"Eh, this works fine."
Grabbing the huge tits bulging through the fabric, she stuck out her long tongue.
"No panties? Were you hoping?"
"S-stop...!"
"Fufu. Got it—this is the play, right?"
The zipper rasped down.
"Hii, hiiiik...!"
"Don't worry. I'll rape you proper."
Normally she'd explain time, price, all that, but if she wanted rape play, it'd kill the mood. Better to just go for it?
"Open wide."
"Nooo—! Mmmph!"
Another deep kiss, Yoon Seoha's long tongue ravaging the bitch's mouth. The sloppy, devouring makeout had her pussy dripping already.
Not even inserted, but the tip touching her entrance got slick with juices.
Sticky fluids coated the shaft; the twitching hole begged to be filled.
"Gonna put it in now?"
"Ah, aaaah...!"
"Pfft."
Her utterly despairing face cracked Yoon Seoha up.
"Oh, thaaat...!"
Slowly, the cock slid into the pussy.
Too loose for a twenty-something, but after seven Dick Delivery sessions, maybe expected from this bitch.
"Grrooo... ♥"
Halfway in, it hit something tighter—unlike the soft, sloppy front, the back gripped with chewy pressure.
Grating sounds accompanied the cock pushing deeper.
"Kkhiiiik ♥"
With every inch, the bitch's expressions twisted wildly.
The initial fear and disgust vanished, replaced by pure ecstasy.
Eyes rolled back, drool poured from her mouth.
Tears soaked the pillow.
"Ogooooh ♥ Kkh, hiiik ♥♥"
Her hands clenched the pillow hard—blue veins bulged on her wrists.
"Ahh, feels good."
Fully sheathed, Yoon Seoha murmured.
The walls reshaped around the cock with grinding sounds, writhing desperately—each movement brought massive pleasure.
"C-cuuuum... ♥"
"Huh? Too big?"
"Yeeesss...! Kkh, hiiiik... ♥"
"That's a happy sound."
Fucking bitches via the app had taught her one thing: she loved cock compliments more than she thought.
"Then I'll make you love it more."
Yoon Seoha shed her suit jacket and tie, tossing them aside.
Her dress shirt was soaked with sweat; pants sticky inside.
"Hoguoooh ♥"
Once the pussy molded to her shape, Yoon Seoha began slow thrusts.
"Ogooooh ♥"
"Ah, your labia are dragging out... ♥"
"Kkhiiiik ♥"
Dangerous moans for a early-twenties woman filled the room.
"Moans a twenty-something shouldn't make? Huh?"
"Kkh, hiiik ♥ Th-that's nooot... ♥♥ Kkhu iiiik ♥"
"Total sow. Hilarious."
Literally sow-like noises from her.
Yoon Seoha picked up the pace.
Slaps of flesh, wet explosions. Pussy gushed fluids with squelches; the pale brown lips clenched stickily.
"Hey, how big is it?"
"...Bigger thaaan...!"
"Hm?"
"B-bigger than my huuusband...! Kkh, hoooooh ♥♥"
...Husband?