Date Prep with Teasing Sisters and Sassy Daughters
Yoon Seoha dumped the utterly drained Baek Ha-eun in the private room and wandered the noisy club for a bit.
Main stages lined with stripper poles where dancers writhed, a cocktail bar tucked in the corner, even the restrooms stocked with emergency condoms in every size.
It was a seriously upscale spot, the kind where money screamed from every corner.
Shaking off the crowds clinging to her here and there, Yoon Seoha returned to the reception room and let out a sigh at the absurd sight before her.
"What the hell happened?"
"...Jaia seduced me first."
"And you went all the way?"
"Hehe."
Jaia Lux, covered head to toe in cum, and An Juri straddling her face. Their romp had clearly been intense—An Juri's body was marked with nail scratches and hickeys everywhere.
"Thought you were a black panther, but turns out you're just a cat that hit puberty late."
"Boring, huh."
"Yeah. All bark, no bite."
"Heh."
Yoon Seoha paused as if pondering An Juri's words, then slowly opened her mouth.
"Have you ever been the one getting fucked, unnie?"
"...Unnie?"
"Yeah. Unnie."
"...W-Wait a sec!"
Panting heavily, she took a deep breath and looked up at Yoon Seoha with a guilty glint in her eyes.
"Um, what if my answer docks points or something?"
"Nah. If I cared about that, you wouldn't even be at the company."
"...Alright. Fine. My answer is..."
"Yeah. I've been fucked a lot..."
"Mmm. So you've been on dates too, right?"
"D-Dates? Sure, but..."
"Perfect. I'm going on one this weekend—help me pick an outfit?"
Yoon Seoha said it casually, like it was no big deal.
An Juri lined up the info in her head for a moment, then pried her lips apart.
"You're asking me to help with your date right now?"
"Yep."
"...They say love makes fools of us all. Guess I gotta roll with it."
Looking a bit downcast, An Juri sighed and nodded.
"Fine, I'll help. But you pick an outfit for my date in return."
"Sure thing, unnie."
Yoon Seoha scooped up An Juri's scattered clothes nearby and helped her to her feet.
"Get dressed quick. Time to head out."
"Yeah, let's do it."
"I'll wait in the car."
Yoon Seoha got back to the car first and stretched out in the passenger seat.
Having vented all her tangled emotions, she felt strangely refreshed.
A pleasant smile played on her lips. After a short wait, she spotted An Juri sprinting over from afar.
"Shall we go, Director?"
"...Not gonna call me unnie?"
"It's work hours right now."
"...Ugh."
Yoon Seoha let out a soft chuckle at An Juri's renewed gloominess.
She punched in the destination on the nav, and the steering wheel started moving on its own. That ever-amazing autopilot feature. Catching Yoon Seoha's reaction, An Juri pointed at the wheel like it was some grand spectacle.
"Ta-da!"
"That was so you, Director."
"Harsh."
"Pfft. Sorry."
Yoon Seoha's hand lingered on An Juri's head, patting gently.
A soft, stroking touch.
"...Heehee."
An Juri accepted it silently.
⁎ ⁎ ⁎
A peaceful Friday afternoon.
Late evening, Do Yoonseo burst straight into her daughter's room the moment she got home.
"Hyun-ahhhh!!!"
"Wh-What? D-Dad?!"
"Waaahhh!!!"
Do Hyun-ah, the eldest daughter of Do Yoonseo and BB, patted her charging mother's back with hands still slick from her own juices.
"B-But I had the door locked..."
"Huh? Oh, r-really...?"
At Hyun-ah's words, Do Yoonseo flinched and slowly turned to eye the mangled door handle. Seeing the knob completely torn off, her pupils shook like there was an earthquake.
"N-No way?! I didn't feel a thing!"
"...Whatever. We can buy a new one."
"More importantly! Why'd you lock the door?!"
"...Jerking off?"
Do Yoonseo flinched and averted her gaze at her daughter's nonchalant reply.
"Ugh. Weird. You're past puberty—why get embarrassed?"
"...Isn't it normal to hide that from family? My friends say I'm the weirdo here."
"Strange. It's not brown or anything. Such a pretty pink."
"...Wh-When did you see it last?! You perv!!"
Hyun-ah chucked a pillow at her. Do Yoonseo dodged with a slight tilt and fidgeted with her fingers before speaking.
"Hyun-ah, Hyun-ah."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay, Hyun-ah. You've been on lots of dates, right?"
"Yeah. Dated a bunch of guys."
"Dating four at once was still impressive."
Do Yoonseo nodded along.
"Don't bring that up."
Dodging her daughter's sharpened glare, Do Yoonseo pressed on.
"I've got a date, sweetie."
"...For real?"
"Yeah. Sunday."
"...Day after tomorrow! So you want help picking clothes?"
Do Yoonseo bobbed her head furiously at her quick-on-the-uptake daughter.
"Y-Yeah, it's a rare proper date... Can't go out looking like a hooker like always...?"
"So you do have some self-awareness."
"Heh, hehe... D-Date, so... something like a dress? Or a skirt? You know?"
"...Dad."
Hyun-ah eyed her mom—who looked ridiculously giddy—with half-lidded skepticism.
"You look like a total idiot right now."
"...Like Hyun-ah choosing regular TS pills over futanari ones?"
"...Yeah."
"So mean!"
Hearing that, Do Yoonseo cried out in shock. Or maybe it was real shock—tears welled up in her eyes.
"How could you say something so cruel to your own mom?! That's filial impiety!"
"That bad? And using your daughter as the example? That's just hurtful!"
"You chose to turn human language into a toy! Of course! My baby an onahole! An onahole! Waaah!"
"Then just give her the pill to turn back into a guy!"
Hyun-ah snapped, her embarrassing past dragged up. Do Yoonseo, now cool and collected, replied gravely.
"Who popped her cherry before we could give it?"
"...I didn't know dildos counted!"
"Of course they do! What pill checks if you've 'had vaginal sex with a man or futanari or not'?! "
"...TS and futanari work fine—why not that...?"
Sulking for a moment, Hyun-ah scratched her neck in embarrassment, then shot to her feet to change the subject.
"Date's Sunday, right? We gotta go shopping."
"Don't change the subject."
"Shut up. Get up—we're going."
"Now? Stores are still open, but tomorrow's fine, right?"
Hyun-ah stared at her reluctant mom like she'd said something insane.
"What? We go now, then again tomorrow."
"Huh?"
"Don't wanna go on the date?"
"N-No! I do! Super wanna!"
"Then quit whining and get dressed."
Her piercing glare subdued Do Yoonseo.
"Ugh."
Do Yoonseo shut her grumbling mouth, grabbed her jacket, and slipped it on. As they headed out in shoes, Hyun-ah glanced back with a sudden thought.
"Dad."
"Yeah?"
"What about Mom?"
What about Mom?
Dad's going on a date. So what about Mom? If Dad marries her date, what happens to Mom? And to her and the siblings?
Anxiety crept in—what if they got tossed aside?
"Huh? BB?"
"...Yeah. You're not married, but you're basically common-law. I call you both Mom and Dad. And the little ones are from you two."
"Say 'sex' proudly."
"No way?! It's embarrassing in front of parents!"
Her ears flushed red for real as she yelled. Do Yoonseo answered matter-of-factly.
"BB's my property. If I become Seoha's, BB becomes Seoha's too."
"Mmm, so her name's Seoha?"
"...Ah."
"Mmm. 'Become Seoha's'? Not you owning Seoha, but Seoha owning you? So you become the mom?"
Hyun-ah giggled, peering up at her blushing mom.
"Sh-Shut up! Just help with the clothes!!"
"Yes, yes, of course, Mo—om?"
"Eeeeek!"
Seeing Do Yoonseo turn even redder, Hyun-ah burst out laughing.
The anxiety vanished.
Thank goodness.