What a Rustic Name!
"What a rustic name."
"She's noisy."
"So noisy~."
That was the conclusion Yoon Seoha and So Harin had reached while watching the woman screaming her lungs out—a protester whose name they didn't even know.
"Come to think of it, what's that girl's name?"
"Her name?"
"Yeah."
"...What was it?"
So Harin furrowed her brow for a moment before calling over a nearby employee.
"You called?"
"Hye-won, what's that girl's name?"
"Who?"
"The protester over there."
So Harin pointed at the woman with her chin while pouring fresh milk into her glass. Hye-won's eyes began to tremble violently as she stared at the pink-haired woman.
"Huh?"
Milk sloshing in a white mug, on the verge of spilling over. So Harin gulped it down noisily before turning to the other employees.
"What about you all? No one knows her name?"
"...Uh, no."
"Why? Didn't we catch her just a week ago? You tormented her for a whole week and didn't even ask her name?"
"...Did we really need to?"
At the words of the employee called Hye-won, the others began nodding in agreement.
So Harin stared at them with a look of utter disbelief before opening her mouth.
"So what did you call her then?"
"Onahole PH."
"PH?"
"Yep."
So Harin poured milk into her empty glass as she spoke.
...Wait, how many glasses is that? Feels like she's already on her fifth. And before that, wasn't that a 2L milk carton she just tossed in the trash? Where the hell did that come from?
"P for Pink, I guess. What's H?"
"Oh, PH-chan's got H-cups."
"For real?"
"Yep."
"They're huge."
"Perfect size, right?"
So Harin glared at Hye-won for a moment, then sighed deeply and headed toward the mic.
"PH-chan."
"...Who're you calling PH-chan?"
"Then tell me your name."
"...You ignored me every time I tried."
At PH-chan's words, So Harin turned to glare at the employees.
Their widened eyes shot daggers, and the employees scrambled to avert their gazes.
"Sigh. Fine. What's your name? I won't ignore you this time."
"...Sia."
"Huh?"
"Hong Sia."
So Harin nodded at the name Hong Sia.
"Got it. I'll remember, PH-chan."
"You clearly didn't."
"But honestly, it's rustic as hell."
"Don't call someone's name rustic!"
Yoon Seoha looked at PH-chan with pity.
"But it really is rustic."
"You think so?"
"Do Hwa-yoon would suit her better."
"Oh, definitely."
Yoon Seoha nodded at So Harin's follow-up.
Do Hwa-yoon definitely fit better.
And she's pink, too.
The surname Do was rare, and paired with pink hair, she gave off the vibe of the manager's relative.
"She looks exactly like a Yoon Se relative. Why's she a Hong?"
"Yeah... true."
"Even down to the cobwebs in her pussy."
"Huh?"
As Yoon Seoha panicked, So Harin looked up at her like she had no idea.
"You didn't know? Yoon Seoha's a virgin."
"...But she's a futanari?"
"You think futanari don't use their pussies? It's right there—why wouldn't we?"
"..."
So Harin tossed the empty milk carton into the trash with a perfect swish before speaking.
"Futanari are superior. That's the truth. That's why we mount the bitches. But that doesn't mean we don't use our pussies."
"Hmm."
"Well, you probably don't get it yet."
"Yeah, I really don't."
So Harin nodded knowingly at Yoon Seoha's response.
"Especially for acquired futanari. You were a guy originally, so it's natural to feel repulsed."
So Harin opened a new milk carton and continued.
"Congenital futanari have less resistance. They were born with it."
"Hmm. So is Manager Do Yoonseo an acquired futanari like me?"
"Nah? She's congenital."
"Huh?"
So Harin let out a small chuckle.
"That's why it's weird."
"Hmm."
"Maybe too advanced for a newbie."
So Harin scratched her cheek with an awkward smile.
"But Vice Manager."
"Yeah?"
"Can women become futanari too?"
So Harin shook her head at Yoon Seoha's question.
"No. It doesn't happen."
"Huh?"
"The tech exists, but... why bother?"
"Ah."
Yoon Seoha nodded slowly, getting the point.
"Anyway, back to the main topic."
She clapped her hands with a bright smile and looked out the window at PH-chan.
"Should we make her change her name?"
"Oh. Yeah, that sounds good."
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After requesting PH-chan change her name and getting rejected with a barrage of curses, Yoon Seoha was receiving training from the other employees on the aftercare department's duties.
"Come to think of it, you two seem close."
"Huh?"
"Vice Manager So Harin and Manager Do Yoonseo. You call each other by name."
"Oh, that?"
Hye-won sidled up at Yoon Seoha's comment, draping an arm over her shoulder.
"They're from the same hiring class."
"Same hiring class?"
"Yup. Hiring class. Not cum-in-mouth class."
"Never thought that."
Really? Yeah, really. Whoa.
Hye-won looked shocked and glanced around. The employees meeting her eyes all sighed or shook their heads.
"...Anyway, they were scouted together as hires. Different departments, but they became besties. Lots of similarities too."
"...Similarities?"
"...Uh, yeah. Probably?"
Yoon Seoha glanced at So Harin.
Petite height, small breasts, narrow hips—everything was the polar opposite of Do Yoonseo. Even their personalities: Do Yoonseo was always energetic, while So Harin seemed perpetually tired.
Do Yoonseo was field ops; So Harin was admin.
Where the hell were the similarities?
"Their dicks are both monstrous."
"Ah, there it is."
Hye-won continued.
"Looks are opposites, but their dick savagery matches."
"So not that many similarities then."
"Skip the small stuff."
"Eh?"
Hye-won put on a serious face.
"The company calls them the Double Dick Duo."
"Suddenly so crude."
Hye-won burst out laughing at Yoon Seoha's retort, laughing until she was out of breath, then suddenly looked at Yoon Seoha as if remembering something.
"Speaking of, newbie's got a big dick too."
She grinned slyly.
"Maybe with you added, they'll evolve into the Triple Dick Trio."
"Sounds like devolution to me."
As Yoon Seoha sighed and played along, So Harin approached, fiddling with the control panel.
"Done chatting?"
"Oh, Vice Manager."
She sipped from her glass of milk and smiled.
The dark circles under her eyes only amplified her decadent charm.
"...It'd be great if you were a woman, Vice Manager."
"What, so you could use my pussy?"
"Uh."
"Heh heh. Still got that resistance, huh?"
Yoon Seoha nodded awkwardly at So Harin's words.
A partner with a dick still felt off-limits.
"Was about to fuck PH-chan. Wanna watch?"
"Oh, you're doing it, Vice Manager?"
"Nah. Wanna, but... got a reservation today."
Reservation?
As Yoon Seoha tilted her head at So Harin's words, the door opened and a woman entered.
Pink hair, massive breasts. Dressed in short dolphin pants and a black bikini, she shouted energetically.
"Seoha! I'm heeere!!"
"M-M-Manager?"
"Hee hee hee. Missed me?!"
She hugged Yoon Seoha tightly, rubbing cheeks. With her face buried in those huge breasts, Yoon Seoha patted her back.
Nice scent.
Inhaling Do Yoonseo's sweet body odor, Yoon Seoha lifted her head slightly to look at her.
"That's... quite the outfit."
"You think?"
"I've only seen you in suits."
"Ah, I'm on vacation today."
Yoon Seoha blinked at Do Yoonseo's words.
"Vacation?"
"Yup!"
"And you came to the office?"
"Yup! Why?"
Yoon Seoha gave an awkward smile at her innocent grin.
"Normal office workers would freak."
"Hmm. Fucking street bitches or office bitches—same difference, right? And on vacation, you don't have to wear suits."
"I guess."
"Yeah. No one wears suits 365 days a year."
Do Yoonseo stroked Yoon Seoha's hair, released her, then flashed a sly smile at So Harin right beside them.
"Oh? You're here."
"...Hmph."
"Sorry sorry, you're so tiny I missed you."
"Shut up."
Do Yoonseo giggled and patted So Harin's head. Then her eyes turned to PH-chan beyond the window.
"So, she's the onahole this time?"
"Yeah."
"Total pinklet."
"...Pot calling the kettle black?"
At So Harin's grumble, Do Yoonseo laughed brightly.
"I'm a futanari. She's a bitch."