Visiting Onahole Service "OgoGuk♥"
It was hard to believe this was her own—her soft palm gripped the shaft firmly. The thick veins pulsing between her slender fingers sent waves of brain-melting pleasure, and the female musk flooding her nostrils seemed to halt her thoughts entirely.
"Kuh, kuh-ooguk♥ kuh-wook♥"
Black panties pressed to her nose. Inhaling the deep, musky scent embedded in the soft yet slightly coarse fabric, she pumped her hand vigorously.
The massive glans rubbed against her palm, and the straight shot of that scent straight to her brain wrecked her mind.
Futanari lust is overwhelming—when they first appeared, it caused countless sex crimes, or so the textbooks said.
A line she'd read but never understood before.
Now, with her body transformed, it started to make sense.
It's not something you can hold back... ♥
Her flesh moved on pure instinct, her mind—supposed to be the brakes—shattered and melted away stickily.
Reason vanished, leaving only instinct to chase pleasure.
She'd thought she could stop. Thought she had control.
But no...
This wasn't something you could block or halt. It was designed this way from the start.
Futanari were made to be unable to resist their instincts.
"Oogut?! Kuh-uuuk♥"
Byurururut! Byururururut! Byurururut!!
An intense ejaculation.
Even after cumming so much in the bathroom earlier, the volume hadn't diminished at all.
If anything, it was more abundant and thicker than before.
The smell... dangerous... ♥
A vicious cycle.
Once the lust exploded, it wouldn't stop, and the lewd scent rising from the spilled semen reignited it all over again.
Like pouring oil on a dying flame, her fading arousal burst forth once more.
"Uhhe♥"
She knew she was the worst for this.
After all, she was using her own big sister's underwear.
Still—
"...It's unnie's fault. Leaving it soaked in such a slutty smell... ♥"
—Unnie had tempted her first, so it was her fault.
"Ogueut—♥"
Sticky semen seeped into the mat on the floor.
Pumping her dick furiously over the soaked mat went on for quite a while.
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"Heh, heheheung~ Hngh~ Let's see... the password..."
Beep beep beep. Beep. Ding-dong.
With a small clunk, the sturdy iron door at the end of the hallway swung open.
The woman with pink bobbed hair slipped off her shoes and stepped inside naturally.
"Mmm! So much futanari musk♥"
From one of the rooms poured the distinctive lewd scent of a futanari. Inhaling it deeply, the pink-haired woman set her bag down on the living room sofa.
She pulled out a few documents, a laptop, and a USB from her black bag, then headed to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee.
"About an hour from now, I suppose."
Checking the time on her phone, she leisurely reviewed her papers while waiting.
"...Who are you?"
"Oh, are you done?"
"No. Who the hell are you?"
The tall woman—easily over 180cm—emerged from the room. Her long black hair hung down in a low ponytail, and her gray tank top-like crop top clung to her sweat-soaked skin.
No underwear in sight, her grotesquely massive cock—smeared in semen and sweat—hung fully exposed, searing itself into the woman's mind.
"Impressive..."
Perfectly proportioned breasts that didn't overpower her beauty, toned muscles, stunning looks. Every feature screamed textbook futanari.
"..."
"Ah, no need to glare like that. I'm just a coworker from Ha-eun's workplace or something."
"...Mom's?"
"Yes. Let me introduce myself properly."
The woman rose from the sofa and pulled a business card from her pocket.
"I'm Oshia, team leader of the Onahole Department at Futanari Corporation, specialists in online and offline adult services."
"...Futanari... Corporation."
Futanari Corporation.
As Oshia explained, it was a company handling online and offline adult entertainment.
In simple terms, they dealt in "that sort of thing."
From videos to toys and even house-call sex. The kind of company that made you question how it was legal.
The one stirring up internet controversy lately, soon to hit its 100th anniversary.
"You said... you're Mom's coworker."
"Huh? Yes!"
"...What does that mean...?"
"Huh? ...Ah. Hmm. Well."
At Yoon Seoha's words, Oshia smiled brightly and deftly changed the subject.
One hand holding her coffee mug, the other clutching papers, she steered the conversation smoothly. Seoha placed the business card on the table and sat on the opposite sofa.
"First things first... why I'm here."
"Because of... those pills on the table?"
"Yes. Little nutritional supplements."
"...Nutritional supplements."
Oshia eyed the futanari before her.
An overwhelming presence.
The apex predator of the ecosystem stood right there.
Thrilling... as expected.
Her pussy heated up.
Conscious of her nipples rubbing against her clothes from arousal, Oshia continued.
"Yes, supplements. They did improve your stuttering and lethargy, after all."
"...You call this improved?"
"Sure, your personality changed a bit... hehe. But so what."
The futanari's piercing gaze.
Toned muscles and veiny forearms caught the corner of her eye.
Thoughts of how good it'd feel to have those big hands choke her neck tried to dominate her mind.
...No. Focus on work.
Shaking her head lightly, Oshia looked at Seoha and spoke.
"Whether artificial or—though extremely rare—natural, the number of futanari is increasing every year. Our company prioritizes hiring them."
"And the pills I took... caused that 'artificial increase'?"
"...Yes."
Her tone sharpened. Oshia felt a jolt in her womb and squirmed.
Her speech changed... She sees me as a female now...?
Sticky love juices leaked from her pussy, soaking her panties and dampening her slacks. Exhaling, Oshia pressed on.
"...Of course, you can go back."
"...What?"
"Obviously. If we can turn people into futanari, the reverse—turning futanari back into people—is possible too."
But—
"Before you do... why not try using that"
"dick at least once...?"
"..."
"Heehee♥"
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"Ogoook♥♥ Kuh, ooook♥"
"Ah, d-dangerous... ♥ Th-this, no going back♥♥ N-never ever...!"
"Kuh-hut♥ Ho, hoooook♥"
In Yoon Seoha's room next door, reeking of semen.
On the bed in her big sister Yoon Seoyoon's room, the two entwined.
Her massive 180cm-plus frame crushed the big-breasted female beneath her, pounding her womb to pieces. Hips pressed tight, she thrust clumsily.
"D-dick too long♥ Kuh, hnghiiik♥"
"Wh-what... is this...!"
"H-h, hee... ♥ P-pretty, right?!"
"Y-you bitch!"
The black Spade Queen tattoo etched on her breast. Captivated by it, Seoha slammed her hips even harder.
A fierce possessiveness hit her despite it being their first meeting—like it was only natural. Something that should be hers bore another’s mark.
"That's it... ♥ Futanari possessiveness♥ Aang♥"
"Mine... mine..."
"Yes yes, I'm Seoha-nim's... ♥ Even if I'm all used up♥"
"U, uwaaaah!!"
Her virgin clumsiness was more than compensated by the unnaturally long, thick cock.
She'd taken plenty of dicks from clubbing and Onahole Department work, but one this huge ranked in her top five.
Her brain broke, breathing grew hard.
Barely enough oxygen to gasp. The haze dulled her mind, making it so vulnerable to pleasure.
Her pussy clenched reflexively, womb mouth gaping wide.
She knew the birth control pills prevented pregnancy, but "what if" thoughts dominated her head.
"Oguk♥ Ah, aang♥ auwook♥"
"Mine..."
Pinned under the huge body, she was simply ravaged.
Aah... the best... ♥ Knew I made the right choice applying... ♥
Most in the Onahole Department were masochists. Even if not, they loved being used or had self-destructive tendencies—that's the only type hired.
Main duty: house-call onahole.
Go to a client's home or designated spot, get fucked for at least 8 hours up to 48.
Only Gold rank and above could use the service, so top-tier looks and dicks guaranteed. A honey job, pure win.
Internet called them sluts, sex slaves, whatever—but for hopeless natural onaholes like her, it was perfect.
No going back to the old days.
No more normal dating...
So—
"Oguk♥"
—might as well enjoy it♥
"Kuh, c-cumming♥ Cumming agaaain♥♥"
...That said, these notifications are so loud... ♥ Embarrassing♥
Ding! The alarm blared noisily in rapid succession.
Via the chip implanted in her body, her orgasm data transmitted straight to the company app.
No matter how silent mode was set, only this alarm rang endlessly.
Even faking it with a straight face failed once the app chimed.
Maybe that's why she felt compelled to show her true self unfiltered.
"...Ah. Feels so gooood... ♥"
Being mounted by a futanari... the best... ♥