Sister's a Player: Inside the Peaceful Company
Inside the peaceful Futanari Corporation, the Onahole Department on the fourth and fifth floors buzzed with the hum of rotors. BB tapped away at her keyboard with one hand, handling her work.
Crude moans of aah~ ahh~ echoed through the speakers, filling the department, while the rotors vibrated deep inside, providing just the right stimulation.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Huh? Oh! Seoha!"
"It's been a while."
"Yeah! Way too long!"
The Onahole Department spanned the fourth and fifth floors.
Even though it was known outwardly as Futanari Corporation, this was the company's largest department by far. Futanari were rare, after all, and the company only hired the truly exceptional ones—the superior ones.
Onaholes, on the other hand? Just grab any decent-looking bitch off the street, rape her, dope her up with drugs, rape her again, and done.
If that didn't work, film it, blackmail her, spread her personal info until she couldn't live a normal life without the "company."
It was a crime.
Obviously a crime. No matter how perverse and irrational this company was, the Korean constitution still applied in the Republic of Korea.
How many crimes does that even cover?
Kidnapping, rape, drugs, blackmail... countless.
"Huh?"
"Department head."
"Yeah."
Yoon Seoha looked at the onahole before her—BB.
"Were you raped too, Department Head?"
"Hmm."
Furtive glances. The eyes of the other onaholes darted over, unsure what to make of it.
BB rolled her eyes for a moment before flashing a wry smile.
"You know that's a rude question, right?"
"You're an onahole."
"...Haha. Fair enough."
BB looked up at Yoon Seoha with eyes full of mixed emotions.
"You've changed."
"Have I?"
"Yeah. Not in a bad way. You've become a fine futanari."
"I see."
"Yeah. Truly."
BB gazed at Yoon Seoha.
The image from that day—not long ago at all—overlapped with the present. The awkward, virgin awkwardness was gone. The Yoon Seoha before her now was a proper stud.
A fine stud who saw her as just a female, an onahole.
Why is this?
It was strange. Here was the ideal stud right in front of her, exactly as she'd imagined.
Why does it feel so sad?
Am I just getting old?
Well, her eldest was already an adult.
"Right, you asked if I was raped."
"Yes."
"Hmm. Short answer: no."
BB switched off the rotor humming inside her pussy and pulled a massive purple dildo from her drawer.
It was modeled after Do Yoonseo's cock—the cock of her beloved husband, father to her eldest and second daughters.
"I lived at the clubs, you see. That's where I met my love—that is, Yoonseo—while she was on training in the States."
"Training?"
"Yeah. You should go sometime. Overseas training's mandatory for the Futanari Department."
Anyway—
"I fell for her at first sight. I seduced her, we fucked, I got pregnant. Man, it was magical. I enjoyed it so much, comparing it to black sex friends would be an insult."
"...Sex friends. So you were a slut from the start."
"Harsh! Can't deny it, though..."
BB seemed lost in nostalgic memories. Her blue eyes darkened deeply.
"When she came back, I followed her. Dropped school, dreams, everything to come to Korea for her and join this company."
"Hmm."
"But why'd you suddenly ask that?"
"No reason. Just curious."
Yoon Seoha glanced at the other Onahole Department staff as she spoke.
"Your hiring process is pretty extreme."
"Aww, worried about me?"
"You're my first, after all."
"Hehe. So sweet."
Is it still there?
BB murmured. A voice so small only she could hear it, inaudible to Yoon Seoha.
"But wasn't your first Oshia?"
"She's an onahole. Does the Department Head count dildo experience?"
"Pfft! She'd love hearing that. Oshia's a natural maso."
"My first 'woman' was you, Department Head BB."
BB burst into loud laughter, wiping away tears.
She caught her breath and looked at Yoon Seoha.
"So, is that all?"
"Huh?"
"Call it a woman's intuition, but... you look like you've got something on your mind."
"Do I...?"
Yoon Seoha sat on BB's desk and pressed down on the dildo buried in BB's pussy with her foot.
"Yeah. I've got a worry."
"Wh-what is it—ahh...?"
"Can't reach my sister or mom."
"Oh, family stuff—♥aah!"
Sister and mom were away on business trips. A week deadline. And now, a week later, not a single call from either.
"Oh, ngh!♥ Haaah!♥"
"Can I go meet them in person?"
"Huh?"
"Mom might know I've changed, but sister doesn't."
Mom...
She knows.
She left the pill at the officetel, after all.
How did Mom even get that pill?
Company connection? Does that make Mom a whore too? A faithless bitch cheating on Dad while he's abroad?
Headache.
"Right now, I just want to see sister more."
"Then go see her."
"But..."
"Want an easy way?"
"Huh?"
BB looked up at Yoon Seoha with pleasure-glazed eyes and whispered.
"Rape her."
"...Pardon?"
"Ruin her pussy, smash her womb, flood it with thick cum. Incest sex corrupts the best."
"B-but."
"It's fine. Futanari are superior, right? No genetic issues or problems with incest."
BB flicked her own nipples as she spoke.
"Don't wanna?"
"...A little, yeah."
No matter how pleasure-soaked her brain or how her personality had shifted, the aversion to incest lingered.
Or was it even aversion to incest?
Maybe just because it was sister, whom she'd always followed more closely than her parents.
Not fully changed yet, huh.
Then was this reluctance a remnant of "male Yoon Seoha"?
"Then the hard way it is."
"Hard way... talking it out, right?"
"Yeah. Use some special shared memory to convince her you're still 'male Yoon Seoha.'"
"Sounds tough."
BB smiled faintly at Yoon Seoha.
"We don't have fixed hours here. Go on."
"Got it. I'll head out."
Yoon Seoha turned and left the Onahole Department.
She took the elevator down, passed through the lobby, and stepped outside.
For some reason, her steps felt a bit lighter.
In front of the gym where her sister worked, Yoon Seoha stared darkly into the interior and muttered.
"Feels like betrayal."
Someone once said expectations lead to betrayal.
Not NTR or anything. Sister wasn't with some mystery lover.
Just a boy.
The problem was that boy. Shorter than her—even shorter than her male self.
Yet he overlapped with her somehow.
Why.
Why?
Black emotions welled up.
Heavy, sticky, and above all, foul-smelling horrors.
"Traitor."
She knew it was irrational.
But the sense of betrayal overwhelmed that.
Why this betrayal? Sister was a woman too; she could date.
No, maybe it's not dating that's the issue.
Yoon Seoha watched her sister laughing brightly with the nameless boy inside.
"That's my spot."
That place.
That smile.
That touch.
"Mine."
It was mine.
Yoon Seoha clenched her fist.
Nails dug into her palm, red blood trickling out.
If it had been a boyfriend, she might not feel this way.
Aah—
Yoon Seoha forced a smile. A strained one.
She hated herself.
Hated this self that couldn't approach.
And even more, she hated her sister smiling at a substitute, forgetting her.
"Hello?"
Yoon Seoha turned.
A familiar onahole voice came through the phone in her hand.
"Sending location. Get here now." [...] "Shut up and come, you onahole bitch."
Yoon Seoha turned away.
"Talking's too hard, after all."
Always had been.
Even as a guy, she'd holed up in her room out of fear of that conversation.
"Yeah. Time to rape her."
Yoon Seoha smiled.
A hollow, empty smile.
"...And so! And then..."
"Yeah, yeah. Really?"
She's tall.
A woman's voice flowed from her mouth.
A somewhat mechanical response, but her partner didn't mind and kept pouring out her story.
"Huh?"
"Sis?"
"Nngh. Nothing."
Must be seeing things?
She answered the boy before her while continuing to stare through the transparent door.
Was that Seoha just now?
No.
No way.
Seoha couldn't have turned into such a stunning woman.
Not like some novel.