Ruby Dispatch: Her Ultimate Birthday Gift
It had been a week since she turned her own older sister into an exclusive onahole as a birthday present for her boyfriend.
She'd spent the past week without much to do.
Heading into work in the mornings, fooling around a bit with the company's onahole staff, or joining meetings alongside the department head.
She had no idea why a newbie like her was sitting in on those meetings, but the department head just shrugged it off as payment for showing up.
With no dispatch requests coming in, it was a nice change of pace from the boredom.
There were ten people in those meetings total. Aside from the executives, the only non-executives were her and Department Head Do Yoonseo.
Including herself, there were just two futanari; the rest were all onaholes.
The meetings lasted one to two hours—discussing future business prospects, briefings on reports from other departments, budget allocations, that sort of thing. And once they wrapped up, it was always time for an orgy, just like clockwork.
After enjoying herself at the office like that, she'd head home and mix bodies happily with her exclusive onahole—her sister.
Thanks to their mom being away on a long business trip, the house they shared was constantly filled with gulping sounds, moans, and the thick stench of pussy juices and semen.
Days where her dick never went dry, just like always.
"Got a dispatch request."
"It's been a while."
"Yeah? Well, this is pretty quick by our standards."
"The department head gets called out every three days or so."
Yoon Seoha replied in a curt tone, and Do Yoonseo smiled as she spoke.
"I've got a regular onahole."
"A regular onahole?"
"You know Ruby grade and up lets you name your pick directly, right?"
"Yeah."
Unlike Diamond grade, which was still random matching with priority access, Ruby grade unlocked the extravagant privilege of direct naming—choosing the exact futanari or bitch you wanted.
And on top of that, Ruby grade came with top dispatch priority.
In other words, Rubies always got their preferred partner first.
"Ruby bitches are cautious types. Once they name someone, they call 'em back again and again."
"Ah, so that's why..."
"Pfft, looks like a total regular onahole setup, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does."
Yoon Seoha nodded quietly after hearing Do Yoonseo's explanation. Cautious personalities meant rookies like her had next to no shot at Ruby clients.
Of course, that could change if a random dispatch turned into a Ruby upgrade.
"Gotta work hard, then."
"Hm? Feeling motivated now?"
"No downside to hustling in a place like this."
"Good attitude."
Do Yoonseo patted Yoon Seoha's head, like she was praising a good girl. She wasn't sure when it started, but it didn't feel bad, so she didn't push her away.
"Anyway, about this client."
"Yeah."
"She's a foreigner."
"Foreigner?"
"Yeah. Russian. Hardly anyone here's dealt with Russians."
Yoon Seoha tilted her head at that.
"Why not? We've got overseas branches, right?"
"Mm, we're number one in legit prostitution worldwide, but Russia and the US are dominated by other companies."
"Other companies..."
"Think of 'em as local kings, but globally? They don't even register."
Other companies.
She'd heard rumors of competitors, but it was hard to picture.
Futanari Corporation's scale was beyond imagination.
They said nearly every youthful, stunning VIP—politicians, celebrities—was a member. That's what kept the company alive and greased the wheels for favorable laws.
For a behemoth spanning the globe from tiny Korea, rivals felt unreal.
"We're not on bad terms or anything. Different philosophies, and we even share customers sometimes."
"Ah..."
"Heh. Anyway, have fun with her."
She's expecting good things.
With that, Do Yoonseo handed over the client file like last time and turned away.
Yoon Seoha watched her back disappear down the hall, then turned to scan the documents.
"She's got a boyfriend."
How the hell did they dig up personal info like this?
It was the kind of intel-gathering prowess that scared her a little.
Still...
"Applying with a boyfriend? Slutty girl."
Maybe even sluttier than the file suggested.
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It was a clear early summer afternoon.
The sun still blazed relentlessly. Cool breezes blew, so shorts were out, but anything too heavy felt stifling.
In the heart of downtown, a woman stood in front of their meeting spot, eyes glued to her phone.
Passersby couldn't help stealing glances—once at her face, sure, but nine in ten locked onto those massive tits.
"Privet."
"Huh?"
A familiar language echoing in downtown Seoul, Korea.
Even with more foreigners around, she hadn't heard her mother tongue since her study abroad days. The woman looked up.
"Dick Delivery Service."
"..."
Stunningly beautiful woman.
A futanari, was it? No one would dream such a gorgeous creature hid a monstrous cock below.
...The one from the video.
That clip on the homepage's front page.
The star of that savage storm of pleasure stood before her now.
"Anastasia Ivanovna Volkova, right?"
"..."
"Cool. Let's go."
Anastasia nodded, staring at her.
A voice laced with seduction.
Grasping the offered hand, Anastasia followed her into the building.
The place was luxurious. From the glass elevator on one side, the Han River sprawled beautifully below.
"Anastasia."
"Asya."
"Huh?"
Anastasia—nicknamed Asya—gazed at Yoon Seoha's face and said,
"Call me Asya."
"Got it. Asya."
Ding! The elevator halted.
17th floor. Penthouse.
Prime Seoul real estate.
The heavy, ornate steel door swung open, and they stepped inside.
"Nice place."
"Yeah?"
"Mm. Live alone?"
"Yeah. Seojun comes over sometimes."
She grabbed a kettle and tea leaves from the dedicated tea nook, pouring with practiced ease.
Light red black tea, steam wafting up, carrying a bitter yet refined aroma straight to the nose.
"This Seojun guy's your boyfriend?"
"...Yeah."
"And you still applied?"
"Next week... it's Seojun's birthday."
Asya sat across from Yoon Seoha, face blank as she spoke.
"I saw porn comics on Seojun's computer when I went to his place."
"Boys, huh."
"Netorare, takuran... vulgar genres like that."
"..."
Yoon Seoha sipped her tea, listening quietly. Her fingertips trembled faintly.
"Seojun likes that stuff. So I'm giving it to him as a present."
"...What?"
"My baby."
Her emotionless yellow eyes reflected Yoon Seoha.
"Not Seojun's baby. My baby—as a gift."
"...Does your boyfriend know?"
Asya shook her head slowly.
"Wouldn't be a surprise if he did."
"Think he'll like it?"
"He will."
Her tone was firm.
"He wouldn't watch that stuff otherwise."
"I see."
"Yeah. That's how it is."
Yoon Seoha set down her cup and fell silent for a moment.
What to say? It felt so devoted.
"Why our company?"
"...A friend."
"Huh?"
"Friend recommended it. Said you're the experts."
Yoon Seoha let out a small chuckle as she listened.
Fair enough—they were the experts.
"You sure? We're pricey."
"...Yeah. Family's loaded."
"Good. Can't cancel now anyway."
Tea finished, Yoon Seoha stood.
"Up."
"Okay."
Yoon Seoha stared her down.
Sky-blue hair, yellow eyes. A touch on the short side.
"Lift your top?"
"Okay."
"No bra."
"Couldn't find the right size."
"Hm."
Yoon Seoha groped Asya's tits. Massive handfuls that overflowed her palm, heavy weight pressing down.
"Inverted nipples."
"...You hate 'em?"
"Nah, not at all. Who hates these?"
"...Seojun."
Yoon Seoha smiled at Asya's words.
"He's the weirdo."
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
Her fingers gently scratched around the hidden nips as she replied.
"These are perfectly slutty tits."