Repeating the Same Mistake
How much time had passed since that same mistake? Every minute, every second felt like an eternity.
The trembling of his girlfriend transmitted through his hand. The gazes filled with anxiety from those around them. An inexplicable unease about the senior who had promised to help finally arriving.
All of it tangled together, making his heart quake.
"...It's okay."
He murmured it while pulling his girlfriend into his arms. Perhaps it was more for himself than for her. The uncertainty about his own choice twisted into a kind of fear and regret.
I could have done better, that regret gnawed at his mind.
"Everything will be okay..."
He forced a smile, hiding his shaking hand. A gesture to reassure. No one knew if it was for his girlfriend Eunseo... or for himself.
It'll be fine. It'll be okay. If, if something goes wrong, I can just... tell Mom... Yeah, tell Mom...
Time dragged on.
The ticking of the clock on the wall. The trembling felt through his girlfriend's body. The stares from others. The anxiety reaching its peak— that's when the help they'd been desperately waiting for finally arrived.
"Futanari Corporation, Aftercare Department. We request your cooperation."
In a form he never could have imagined. The worst possible way.
"Ah, it's been a while, junior."
What followed passed in a blur.
They flashed their company badges—not the official name, but the ridiculous nickname "Futanari Corporation"—and demanded cooperation. Hand over the rape victim Eunseo to them.
Hearing those absurd words, Siwoo finally understood what it meant to be too stunned to speak. Not even a laugh would come out.
The rapist was probably one of their people. An employee of Futanari Corporation, nine times out of ten.
"...S-Siwoo...?"
It was ridiculous.
At least one person— no matter how mighty Futanari Corporation's authority, at least one would step up, he'd thought.
"...Y-Your hand... why?" "...Senior."
At least one would step up, he'd thought.
Tell them not to say such ridiculous things. That he'd never hand her over.
That's what he'd believed they'd say.
"...Sorry."
No one stepped up.
...Including himself.
"Wow, wise decision, junior."
"...Senior Chaeyun."
"Long time no see. You've gotten so thin since last time?"
"... ."
Was she in a good mood? She switched between casual and polite speech. She always used casual speech with people unrelated to her, but since that day, she'd started using it with him too. It had been ages since she'd spoken politely to him.
That fact... made him glad. Laughably so, even in this situation.
"It's been... a long time."
"Yeah, long time. Wow, you really haven't changed a bit."
Those casually tossed words stabbed into his chest like a dagger.
"......"
His girlfriend—Eunseo, Senior Eunseo—looked at Siwoo.
That sight felt all too familiar.
"Familiar sight, huh?"
"...Yes."
"Hasn't changed at all. Not one bit."
A voice laced with faint contempt. Siwoo hung his head low. He couldn't meet Senior Chaeyun's eyes. Couldn't face his girlfriend's gaze full of trust.
"You're so innocent, junior."
Senior Chaeyun's voice wormed into his ear.
"So innocent that the moment you see even a sliver of real power, you tuck tail and submit."
"...I'm..."
"That's why..."
Chaeyun grinned wickedly and opened her mouth.
"That's why you keep repeating the same mistake. Stupidly. Innocently."
Senior Chaeyun's laughter echoed in his ears.
He wouldn't forget it for a long while.
Siwoo's knees buckled with a thud, and he collapsed to the floor. There was no light left in his eyes. Like trapped in a long nightmare, cold sweat poured from his entire body.
Chaeyun looked down at him coldly.
"Boring."
She turned and approached Eunseo.
Eunseo's dazed gaze at Siwoo evoked memories of the past.
"Annoying."
It pissed her off. Those eyes holding hope without knowing her place. The stupidity of still trusting Siwoo even now. Everything about it grated on her nerves.
Still.
Even so.
"Reminds me of the old days."
"Does it?"
"Hm. Just the past, though."
She felt a twinge of nostalgia.
"...Senior Eunseo!"
"...S-Siwoo..."
"I'll save you, I swear!!"
He, collapsed on the floor, wailed through tears.
"I'll definitely save you!!!"
"...Siwoo, Siwoo, Siwoo...!"
Even as she was dragged away, she turned back to Siwoo, tears streaming. Chaeyun muttered while watching them.
"Touching."
Unlike eyes full of nostalgia, a sneer spilled from her lips. She dragged Eunseo more roughly and shoved her into the nearby police car.
"Where'd you learn to pop doors like that?"
"Pick it up on the job."
"...For real?"
"Just bored one day."
The man in the driver's seat started the engine and glanced at Siwoo in the side mirror.
"Bastard."
Her mood soured.
She wanted to get back quick and drown in mindless pleasure.
Back at the mansion, Chaeyun leaped out of the driver's seat and rushed inside. Along the way, she shed everything in her path—hat, clothes, shoes, even underwear—and flung herself into Seoha's arms.
"Hold me."
"Uh, huh?"
"Please... just... don't say anything... hold me, okay?"
"......"
Seoha looked down at the teary Chaeyun, wondering what had happened.
"I'm not a dildo, you know."
"S-Sorry... but... please..."
"Fine. I'll hold you."
"...Ahh."
Joy lit up Chaeyun's face.
Seoha gently laid her on the sofa and rested her thick cock on Chaeyun's belly. She wiped away the remaining tears and thrust deep inside.
"Oh, guh♥"
Chaeyun's pussy was tight.
A cop pussy that never skimped on maintenance. It clenched like it was trying to arrest the cock that rampaged through women's precious wombs, refusing to let it escape. Seoha chuckled at the sensation.
The company was a great place.
Just sit around, and top-grade onaholes like this came running.
"Guhhek♥ Guhk♥ G-Guhee♥"
"Ah, nice..."
The front door opened. Seoha wanted to turn and say welcome home, but Chaeyun wouldn't allow it.
Arms around Seoha's neck, eyes wild with heat, staring.
Seoha smiled helplessly and gave a sweet kiss while thrusting her cock in.
To punish the bitch who dared grab her stud so roughly, she slammed into Chaeyun's womb with all her might.
Wonder if this even counts as punishment.
For virgins or bitches new to futanari, maybe. But for well-worn onaholes like Chaeyun, used to futanari, it was probably a reward.
She felt a rather dissatisfied gaze from the side but didn't bother turning.
"Kkuhiiiuuk♥"
Chaeyun let out a vulgar moan.
Yoon Seoha stared straight at her and shook her hips even more fiercely.
Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥
Sticky fluids stretched between their pelvises. Lost in pleasure, cum leaked unnoticed onto the floor below the sofa—who knew when she'd cum last.
Vulgar moans. Wet slurps of tongues devouring each other. The feel of cum and juices trickling down thighs.
All flooded her hypersensitive senses.
"Kkuh, hiooook♥"
"Ha, ugh♥" "Kku, hiiib♥ Guhk♥ Kku, huuoook♥"
Yoon Seoha kept thrusting her hips.
Even after dumping loads into a fainted client in the master bedroom, her stamina showed no sign of waning. No matter how many times she came, how many times she moved, her cock stayed rigid.
Growing even harder, it began mercilessly wrecking Chaeyun's pussy.
The pussy cop here to arrest the serial womb killer got reversed instead, reciting her surrender and onahole declaration, stamping it with a gush of juices.
Hearing moans mixed with tears, Yoon Seoha slammed her hips down hard.
Thud♥ Thud♥ Thuuud♥
Squelching alongside the lewd smack of flesh on flesh.
Cum packed in the womb charged full force at her eggs.
"D-Diiick♥"
The playful yet reliable demeanor was gone—only a dumb bitch in heat remained.
Feeling no small betrayal at the sight, Yoon Seoha thrust even harder.
To think she'd seemed like a good person, but she was just this kind of onahole.
"I trusted you, thought you were someone I could rely on!"
"S-Sorrrryyy♥♥ Cock's too, goooood♥♥♥"
"Get pregnant! Get pregnant—♥♥"
Spurt spurt spuuuurt♥
Thick semen filled Chaeyun's traitorous pussy to the brim.