Whores Live in the Company
‘How much time has passed?’
While stroking the heads of the two bitches who were lovingly licking his dick, the thought suddenly crossed Yoon Seoha's mind.
His brain had been overtaken by waves of pleasure, making him lose track of time for a moment.
Well, ever since getting this body, he no longer needed to use the bathroom anyway. The two bitches might need to go, but she herself hadn't left her spot for that reason once.
If one of them went to the bathroom, he'd just use the other one in the meantime. While pounding her womb to pieces with his dick, the one who'd gone to the bathroom would return and start licking her pussy or ass.
"Where'd I put my phone?"
The two women gazed up at her with glazed-over eyes. Yoon Seoha turned her head to scan the bedside, looking at the pair who seemed to have lost the ability to speak, staring blankly.
"In the living room?"
As she rose from the soaked bed and headed to the living room, the two bitches who'd been sucking her dick followed her on all fours.
They hadn't forgotten how to walk, but the sight of them crawling across the floor on hands and knees was utterly ridiculous.
"Ah, here it is."
Her phone sat on the table next to the living room sofa.
Sitting on the red sofa and picking up the phone, she beckoned to the mother of the two bitches.
The woman, her eyes nearly dead, staggered to her feet on trembling legs and approached Yoon Seoha.
Tear stains around her eyes. Her mouth twisted in a way that made it unclear if she was smiling or crying. Letting out a faint moan, she climbed on top of Yoon Seoha.
"Oguuuk♥"
Still moaning like a cheap slut, she swallowed Yoon Seoha's massive dick down to the root in one go. Her pussy had completely transformed into one dedicated solely to Yoon Seoha.
"Come to think of it, your husband's on a business trip, right?"
"Y-yes, yeees♥"
"Hng."
Clinging tightly to Yoon Seoha's body with the dick still buried inside her, the woman trembled. Ignoring the jealous gaze of her daughter watching them, Yoon Seoha began slowly moving her hips.
Even as she rode him like that, her woman-on-top position still looked awkward. She seemed flustered that the dick wouldn't slip out even when she lifted her hips high, but every time she slammed down, the flash of pleasure in her brain made her look addicted.
"I wonder how long it's been."
Grabbing the woman's waist, Yoon Seoha checked her phone.
[Currently 42 hours]
"Huuung."
Already that much time had passed?
Excluding the standard 8 hours, there were 34 extra hours added. How much would that amount to in cash?
Did the bitches in front of her even know about this?
‘One of them does, probably.’
Jang Miae, trembling in his arms. And Jang Miyu, her daughter, licking Jang Miae's asshole with her tongue. She would know just how expensive this time was.
And because she knew, she enjoyed it even more aggressively, getting more addicted, and would buy this time again.
Even if it led to bankruptcy and a mountain of debt—like drug addicts or gamblers, she'd throw away her life for "just one last time."
"So cute."
Normally, she might have found it scary. She hated gambling and drugs. She hadn't experienced it directly or indirectly, but from childhood, media had instilled a sense of disgust in her.
But now. With her body and mind changed, sharing only the name "Yoon Seoha" and common memories, it felt cute.
Their willingness to ruin their lives for her—for futanari—was adorable.
The madness that could be called faith felt beautiful.
"Great onaholes."
"Haaaaah♥"
Kicking Jang Miyu's lower belly lightly with her foot, she muttered softly.
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Six hours later, Yoon Seoha left the house.
The clothes she'd arrived in were soaked in semen and fluids, so she'd grabbed some that fit from the master bedroom closet.
They reeked of cigarette smoke, making her want to rip them off immediately, but that would leave her naked, so she endured.
"Good work."
"Ah, Director."
As she stepped outside, there stood the director in a suit, in front of a black car.
"You came to pick me up?"
"Yeah. You're a newbie, and a promising one everyone's watching."
Yoon Seoha, who got into the passenger seat next to Do Yoonseo, immediately stripped off the clothes she was wearing and tossed them out the window.
Do Yoonseo eyed her now-naked body with sparkling eyes, then handed over a spare suit from the back seat.
"How was the job?"
"Mm, fun."
"Right? But... looks like you had some special experience?"
"Huh?"
On the way back to the company, Do Yoonseo spoke with a faint smile.
Yoon Seoha responded in a slightly flustered voice.
"You're treating me way more comfortably now."
"Ah... s-sorry."
"Huh? No. No need to apologize. I like it when you're casual with me."
The car stopped at a red light.
Do Yoonseo looked at Yoon Seoha and said,
"So? Did you settle the bill?"
"Ah, no. I'll do it now."
"No rush, but personally, I recommend billing right after it ends. It's a hassle if you wait till you're sane again."
"...Is that from experience?"
"Yeah."
Do Yoonseo closed her eyes, reminiscing fondly.
"Three sisters. I was requested for one, but ended up doing all three by accident."
The light turned green, and Do Yoonseo continued, staring ahead.
"A few days later, I remembered I hadn't billed them. Panicked and billed during work. Triple, of course."
"Huh?"
"Obviously? I did three, so triple the pay."
Do Yoonseo grinned mischievously.
"They came to the company, saying 'Does this make sense?'"
"A-and what happened?"
"What else? Raped 'em."
?
Yoon Seoha's mouth let out a dumb sound.
"The futanari at the company passed them around. After that, who knows. Maybe dumped in a trash heap or alley, sent to the onahole department, or sold to a rival company for a high price."
"..."
"Why? Horrifying?"
"...No."
Yoon Seoha touched her mouth.
"Ecstatic."
The corners of her mouth were upturned.
Abnormal? No, probably not. The director right next to her was smiling happily too.
"Yeah, gotta bill right away."
With a smile on her lips, she turned on her phone and opened the app.
"48 hours total, minus base 8, so 40 extra hours. 300,000 won per hour extension... 12 million won."
"Yeah. And 30% of the final amount comes as incentive. Nice, right?"
"Insane."
"Haha, told ya?"
30% of 12 million. That's...
"3.6 million won."
"Yep. Might seem low, though."
"Higher than a regular salaryman's monthly pay."
"True."
If requests kept coming, it'd be 3.6 million every two days.
"Ah, wait."
"Yeah?"
"You did two, right? Mom and daughter."
"Y-yeah... how'd you know?"
"Jang Miyu, I think? Did her once. Didn't get the mom then... Hmm. Retry?"
Do Yoonseo chuckled.
"What, didn't you hear me earlier?"
"Ah... double the bill?"
"Yeah."
Yoon Seoha stared at Do Yoonseo for a moment.
She was facing forward, driving.
Yoon Seoha gazed at her a bit longer, then looked back at her phone.
Double 12 million: 24 million won.
After adjusting the price, Yoon Seoha was about to hit the claim button.
Pregnancy Alert
"Huh?"
"What?"
"No... pregnancy alarm."
"Pregnancy?"
"Yeah."
Hearing Yoon Seoha, she pondered briefly, then spoke brightly.
"Both pregnant?"
"Dunno. Only the daughter is registered."
"Then claim for one impregnation fee first."
"...W-what?"
Do Yoonseo glanced at Yoon Seoha.
"Impregnation cost."
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After arriving at the company, Yoon Seoha stared blankly at her phone screen.
Numbers and symbols on the calculator. Add "ten thousand won" to the result of that formula, and that was her incentive from the past two days.
"Ha."
She let out a disbelieving laugh.
‘7.8 million won?’
Of course, after taxes and fees, at least a million would vanish. Still, over 6 million remained—a fortune.
For just two days.
And not grueling labor, just sex.
"Salary on top of this."
Adding her monthly salary pushed it over 10 million already.
"This is crazy."
After claiming the amount, Yoon Seoha entered the company. Back to her department for a simple report, and the job was done.
Now, wait for the next request, or fuck the bitches in the onahole department upstairs or on the street to kill time.
"...Huh?"
As she entered and waited for the elevator in the lobby, the automatic doors opened and a woman walked in.
‘What the.’
She's a whore.