Peach-Scented Teasing and a Weekend Date
Stretching languidly on a sweltering day, Yoon Seoha strolled down the corridor.
A leisurely afternoon. In any other company, it would've been lunchtime, but not at Futanari Corporation.
Work hours weren't clearly defined to begin with.
The Futanari Division didn't even have set hours, and the other departments existed mostly in name only. Sure, those nominal rules carried weight, but hardly any employees stuck to them religiously.
Lunchtime existed in name only too—you could eat whenever you wanted.
There were always a few people in the cafeteria, and employees popped in and out of nearby restaurants regardless of the hour.
When you got hungry while working, you ate. When you got horny, you jerked off, or begged the futanari next to you. That was the vibe.
It was shockingly freewheeling, the kind of place where you'd wonder how it even functioned, but somehow, everyone wrapped up their assigned tasks without fail.
"Boss."
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Came to hang out."
"What, no work?"
Returning to the department after a while, Yoon Seoha found Do Yoonseo munching on a sandwich, waving with a bright smile.
"Work? Nothing to do."
"Hmm. No Juri today, huh?"
"Nope. Not like she transferred me or anything, and she doesn't need me for editing. Just swung by to check things out."
"Fair enough."
Do Yoonseo set down her sandwich and chuckled softly.
"What've you been up to?"
"Same old."
"Reports?"
"Yeah."
Yoon Seoha dragged a chair over and sat beside Do Yoonseo. A sweet peach scent wafted from her as she settled in.
"...Changed perfume?"
"Yeah. Like it?"
"...Yeah."
"Hehe. Good."
It suited her perfectly.
Yoon Seoha scooted her chair even closer. That fragrant peach aroma, so fitting for Do Yoonseo.
"...Why?"
"Huh?"
"...Just wondering why you're so quiet."
"...Boss."
"Uh, yeah?"
Yoon Seoha met Do Yoonseo's gaze and flashed a playful smile.
"Feeling shy?"
"W-what about?"
"Hmm. Weak to this stuff, huh?"
"Eek..."
Yoon Seoha reached out, gently brushing Do Yoonseo's hair aside. Her pretty pink locks sparkled in the sunlight.
"So... how was yesterday? First day in the Video Department."
"Ah... it was the same."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Business as usual. Just a few more people filming."
Gazing at Do Yoonseo, Yoon Seoha continued.
Filming sounded grandiose, but it was no big deal. She wasn't the type to get spooked by someone recording nearby anymore.
"Doesn't it make you tense, having them film right there?"
"Hmm. Not really. We're usually caught on hidden cams anyway."
"Hmmm. True. But isn't filming out in the open kinda different?"
"They all hid pretty well, though?"
Do Yoonseo tilted her head at Yoon Seoha's words.
"Really? When I was there, they filmed openly. Cameras everywhere, mics and all."
"Hmm. Things must've changed a lot."
"Yeah, the tech gap between then and now is huge."
Do Yoonseo nodded thoughtfully. Yoon Seoha shot her an incredulous look.
"Anyone overhearing would think decades had passed."
"That so?"
"It's not even been ten years."
"Hmm. Ten years changes mountains and rivers, though."
Pfft. Yoon Seoha burst into quiet laughter at Do Yoonseo's words.
"What? Why're you laughing?"
"Just... the way you said it cracked me up."
"What? What's so funny?"
"Pffft."
"Seriously, what..."
Yoon Seoha smiled at Do Yoonseo's pouting face.
"...Eek."
"Sulking?"
"...Who said I was?"
"Hmm."
Propping her chin, Yoon Seoha poked Do Yoonseo's cheek.
Her finger pressed into the soft flesh. Do Yoonseo's pouty face twitched slightly with each prod.
"Stop it."
"Hmm?"
"Stop... I said."
Her voice trembled a little. But she didn't seem angry.
"Boss."
"..."
"Boss?"
"...What."
Chuckling, Do Yoonseo stood up.
"...What're you—"
Yoon Seoha rose too, pulling her into a hug. She buried Do Yoonseo's face in her modestly sized breasts, patting her back and head soothingly.
"...Let go."
"Hmm. Mad?"
"Not that."
"Then what?"
Do Yoonseo lifted her head from Yoon Seoha's chest, meeting her eyes. There was no anger there.
She hadn't been mad to begin with—just a brief sulk.
"Sorry for teasing."
"...Knew it was just play."
"Hehe."
"...Not mad."
"Good."
Yoon Seoha's hand stroked her hair tenderly.
Do Yoonseo closed her eyes for a moment under the touch.
"Hot."
"Oh, wanna stop?"
"...Just turn on the AC."
"Right."
Beep. The air conditioner hummed to life.
It was a bit early in the day for AC, but whatever.
"Seoha."
"Yeah."
"...Just calling your name."
"Cool."
Pat, pat.
Patting Do Yoonseo's back, Yoon Seoha murmured softly.
"Boss."
"Yeah."
"Just calling you."
"...What."
A soft "pffft" giggle echoed through the office.
As always, it was just the two of them.
The other employees were at home, or clients' places, or motels.
The Futanari Division was their private hideout.
"Lonely?"
"Mmm. Kinda?"
"Hope rotation ends soon."
"Yeah."
Yoon Seoha released Do Yoonseo and stretched. Her joints popped satisfyingly.
"Quiet, huh."
"Yeah. Super quiet."
The Futanari Division office was silent.
No joking chatter like in Aftercare, no typing like in Video.
"Our department's always short-staffed."
"Can't be helped. We're the face of the company. Gotta manage quality strictly."
"Or just no one shows up?"
"That too, of course."
Glancing at the empty desks, Do Yoonseo spoke up.
"We could hire tons. Last interview, I could've passed all four."
"But you didn't."
"Right. 'Cause we're the face."
Do Yoonseo continued quietly.
"Futanari are superior. Born that way or made, that premise never changes."
Yoon Seoha nodded silently.
Lately—and especially after seeing Baek Seojun yesterday—she was starting to grasp what that meant.
"Being superior means even stricter screening."
Do Yoonseo's eyes darkened deeply.
"A superiority complex isn't a big issue. It comes naturally. But we can't show it. And we can't demean ourselves either."
"Tough."
"Yeah. We must be arrogant, but never look down or despise others. Arrogance and respect—gotta balance both."
Gazing at the empty seats, Do Yoonseo murmured.
"Once rotation ends, big shake-up incoming."
"Shake-up?"
"Yeah. Cut the ones we're dragging around due to shortages, hire new blood."
"That okay?"
Yoon Seoha asked quietly.
Culling misfits might be necessary, but wouldn't it leave them shorthanded?
Not her place to worry as a regular employee, though.
"Fine. We're HQ. Gotta offer better service than branches."
"...Premium strategy?"
"Yep."
Do Yoonseo nodded gravely. She closed her eyes briefly, steadied her breath, then turned to Yoon Seoha with a bright smile.
"Sorry. Got heavy."
"Nah. It's fine."
Yoon Seoha smiled back.
"Told me 'cause it's needed, right?"
"...Yeah."
"I'll work hard."
"...Thanks."
Do Yoonseo smiled faintly.
Looking at Yoon Seoha, she said,
"Want something? I'll grant one wish."
"Wish?"
"Yeah. Made things heavy. This is thanks."
"Hmm... then..."
Yoon Seoha pondered with a smile.
The longer she thought, the more Do Yoonseo fidgeted, heart racing, body heating up.
"Then, Boss."
"Uh, yeah?"
"Free this weekend?"
"Weekend...?"
Yoon Seoha nodded lightly.
"Heard there's a new crepe place nearby."
"...Wanna go together?"
"Yeah."
"...Sure."
Do Yoonseo swallowed dryly.
"Let's go."
"Date it is."
"...Huh?"
"See you weekend, Boss."
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Do Yoonseo stared blankly at Yoon Seoha's retreating back as she left the department.
"...What just happened."
Cupping her burning face, Do Yoonseo muttered.
"W-what's with this heat..."
Her heart pounded painfully fast, the thumping echoing straight in her ears.
"...Date."
Mumbling Yoon Seoha's parting words.
Leaning back, Do Yoonseo whispered to herself.
"...Do I have cute clothes...?"
The AC was on, but her body still burned.