Breaking the Onahole
A vulgar, sputtering chup bubub sound from an ordinary interview.
As the air filling her cheeks and mouth escaped, her tongue flicked out in the vacuum of her mouth, licking the glans.
BB sucked the cock with her small mouth stretched wide, tormenting her own nipples with both hands. She looked up at Yoon Seoha with her beautiful emerald-green eyes.
An innocent look unable to hide her excitement from the pleasure of the cock being sucked. It was the same face as Do Yoonseo, who had taken her first time long ago—early twenties, maybe?
Even this part is just like her. Yeah. As expected, full of potential.
With a pop, the cock sprang out of her mouth. Covered in saliva and smeared with lipstick marks, BB prodded it lightly with her long nails.
"Isn't it too delicious?"
"Ha, haaah...!"
"Girly moans like that? Not great. A futanari—cock-sama—shouldn't make sounds like that."
"Ugh, urk...!"
A teacherly attitude. Was it anger at that, or had she lost to lust? BB shoved Yoon Seoha onto the bed and straddled her. Burning brown eyes glared down at BB, alight with desire.
"Yeah... that's how you handle an onahole."
BB flashed a faint smile and stripped off her clothes. Flailing as she undressed, she spread her legs wide and beckoned with her finger.
"Come on. You're not a virgin, right?"
"...Even if I tell you to stop, you won't, will you?"
"Duh. Ever seen an onahole beg to stop?"
"You slut...!"
"Hahk, aaah. Yes, that's it♥"
A futanari needed no weak spots. At least not during sex, not on the job.
The futanari the company wanted was a strong stud. A superior male who treated fragile bitches like her as onaholes, using them as tools to vent his lust.
Half the world was female, and with proper training, drugs, and real practice, any disposition could be beaten in.
But futanari are different.
There were barely 500 futanari in the entire company. That was just the head office and branches worldwide combined. Which was why they had to screen so rigorously.
They couldn't just be anyone who could use a partner.
Face, height, muscles, scent—of course, cock size and cum volume were decisive too.
Only those who passed everything earned the title of futanari-sama and the love of the bitches.
"O, oooh♥"
In that sense, Yoon Seoha was a jackpot.
A chewy grip that didn't feel like a married woman's at all. It wrapped softly around the cock, pressing firmly just on the good spots.
A masterpiece born from instinct and reason in perfect balance. An average guy would be milked dry in seconds, turned into a husk...
"Oh god♥"
But to a futanari-sama's cock-sama, it was just a top-tier onahole—pleasurable, but not enough.
"You're spasming."
"H-Huh? O, oooh♥"
"Shaking like a vibrating onahole. Hilarious."
"H-Hoooh♥ K-Kuuh♥"
Treated like an object, not a person—yet BB smiled through her climax. She was thrilled. Happy. A new master had appeared, one besides her beloved Do Yoonseo, who could satisfy her.
Her womb descended, preparing for ovulation.
Ah, shouldn't have taken the pill.
She remembered the birth control she'd popped just in case some disappointing dud showed up. If not for that, she could've borne his child—BB thought.
Cursing her past self lightly, she climaxed again as the massive cock crushed her womb.
Her brain felt like it was melting, oxygen cut off.
"Uh, heh♥ Hoooh♥"
"...What a lame pussy. Got all tense for nothing."
"H-Heh♥ Heeuh♥"
"Still, way better than that slut who came to my house."
BB looked up at Yoon Seoha through tear-blurred vision. The shy virgin who blushed just at the sight of pussy was gone.
In her place was just a superior stud. Just the master who would use this onahole named BB—Britney A. Wilson.
Ah—jackpot for sure♥
Her womb crushed and toyed with. The chewy pussy battered roughly, tearing and breaking.
Body, mind, instinct—all craved the seed of the master before her.
But that damn pill blocked it all. She was furious at herself for not getting pregnant.
I'll get pregnant... I will get pregnant...
A voice painted in pleasure murmured softly. Yoon Seoha didn't hear the faint mutter, thrusting her hips even harder.
She shed her suit jacket, unbuttoning her sweat-soaked shirt one by one.
"O, ooooooh♥♥"
Beast-like moans echoed.
Loud enough to leak outside? The thought crossed her mind. Of course, if this interview room was for that, it'd be soundproof—but in a place called Futanari Corporation, who knew.
This perverted company probably didn't even bother with soundproofing.
"...No soundproofing here, huh."
"...Heh♥"
"You pervert."
"Hihi♥"
That was answer enough.
Yoon Seoha slammed her hips deeper, fiercer; BB wailed even more vulgarly.
Pussy-stabbing squelches, dripping fluids pattering the floor, sticky kisses from lust-dominated mouths filled the room.
She sank teeth into massive tits, gnawing pink nipples, tormenting with her tongue. Soft flesh spilled between gripping fingers; makeup smeared with tears and sweat.
"Get pregnant. Get pregnant. Get pregnant!!"
"O, oh god♥ K-Ku, hoooh♥"
"I said get pregnant!!"
"K-Kihioooh♥"
The bluuurp of ejaculation dragged on.
Custard-thick semen, dense and reeking of potent male musk. Even as she came, Yoon Seoha kept pounding.
With wet squelches, the cum pumped to her womb's entrance was dragged back out.
Scraped by the thick, huge glans.
Normally, you'd wait patiently until the cum reached deep, until ejaculation stopped.
But instinct? Yoon Seoha shook her hips mid-orgasm, convinced that scraping out even her own seed felt better—ensured superior genes.
The mystery drug had changed her body, her personality. Now even her instincts were shifting.
Whatever. Doesn't matter.
Right now, it didn't.
Just accept it.
No going back anyway.
After this pleasure, no turning back.
"Gotta enjoy it to the fullest."
"Uhheee...? H-Hheeh♥ Haaah♥"
"If I pass, there are lots of good onaholes like you?"
"...Y-Yes heh♥"
"Sounds good."
Yoon Seoha pulled her hips back long and high. The thick glans scraped the pussy walls as it withdrew.
"Ooooooh?!♥♥"
And then,
"K-OOOOOOOOH♥♥♥!!!"
Just before the cock fully slipped out, she slammed her raised hips down.
"Ooooooh?! K-Hoooooooh—♥♥"
Her sweat-soaked shirt absorbed BB's sweat too, clinging transparently to her skin—annoyingly tight.
Yoon Seoha rocked her hips fiercer, rougher. Scraping walls, smashing the womb. Knowing her partner writhed in agonized pleasure, she didn't stop.
She went harder, rougher, deeper.
Pang pang pang echoed pleasurably.
Room thick with moisture, moans, pussy juice and cum stench—head-spinning.
Fragile reason melted; primal lust took over.
"Cumming again. Get pregnant..."
"H-Hegut♥ M-Moreee...♥"
"Damn it, get pregnant!"
Blyuuurp, the womb filled to bursting.
Slack womb ballooned with semen like an overinflated water balloon, trembling and spewing ecstasy.
Sperm reached her egg, yet no fertilization—despair twisted her body worse.
Her womb burned with need to breed, unfulfilled.
Like an addict, she thrashed in pleasure-torment.
"K-Oooh♥ Uwooooh♥"
Sharp nails raked her back, drawing blood. The stinging pain furrowed her brow.
"Bad onahole, huh...?"
Her voice trembled.
Is this really me speaking? Doubt flickered.
Fading reason curbed primal fury, adding finesse. Blind pounding refined to smooth, sticky thrusts—not using an onahole, but fucking a bitch.
No huge difference, but not none either.
"Huuuh...♥"
Yoon Seoha ground her hips flush, squeezing out the last of her load.
Blub blub blurp—viscous sounds filled the room.