Peaceful Tuesday Afternoon

A peaceful day, a peaceful Tuesday afternoon—lunchtime.

Even though thirty minutes had already passed since lunch began, So Harin sighed as she thought of her subordinates still buried in work.

'The company culture is all fucked up.'

No matter that it was just a nominal break time, and they could hit the cafeteria or go out to eat whenever they wanted, it was still lunchtime.

Even if they didn't work, no one would say a word if they took a quick nap or played some games, but picturing her staff slaving away like dogs made her eyes well up.

'It's all because of those bastards.'

So Harin gnawed viciously on the straw of her drink, glaring at the woman in front of her—a futanari.

"So, why'd you call me here?"

Do Yoonseo. She was a year younger, a fellow new hire from the same batch.

Unlike So Harin, who'd voluntarily stopped at deputy manager, Yoonseo had been half-forced up to department head—and lately, she wore an even brighter smile than her usual cheeky grin.

It was a smile so radiant and happy that even strangers wondered if she'd hit the lottery.

"Hng?"

"Why'd you call me? I'm busy."

Unlike the onahole department or futanari department, where work was basically just sex, the Aftercare Department was in a perpetual war with paperwork.

No, it would be better if it were just paperwork. On days with less paperwork, there were more on-site cleanups—and on heavy cleanup days, the paperwork war kicked into overdrive.

And come summer, both hit at once.

"N-no, it's like... hngh."

"...Haa."

Still, she was a fellow new hire, a close dongsaeng and friend. Even though So Harin was burning her precious golden time for her sake, Yoonseo just kept smiling and trailing off.

'If only it were Seoha sitting there.'

Then at least this time would feel happy. She'd forget the mountain of paperwork piling up and the stress from her staff.

'But it's not.'

Maybe sensing the murder rising in her eyes, Yoonseo started reining in her smile, gauging her mood.

Even that wasn't fully suppressed—it just looked like mocking to So Harin, but whatever.

"H-heh."

"Yoonseo."

"Y-yeah?"

"...Could you get to the point?"

Superhuman patience.

Its source? Instinct told her slapping Yoonseo's cheek would make Seoha sad.

"Uh, y-yeah...!"

Yoonseo straightened up and nodded frantically at the voice dripping with killing intent.

They said you don't mess with Aftercare during the busy summer and fall, or year-start and year-end rushes.

One of the company's famous handed-down proverbs. Of course, that was why some onahole staff poked at Aftercare employees on purpose, only to regret it.

Yoonseo, who knew full well how scary So Harin got when truly pissed, shook her head vigorously and got to it.

"...So, you did it?"

"Yeah."

"...Hoo."

So Harin closed her eyes for a moment.

Her eyes felt hot, like tears were about to flow.

"...My virginity."

"Why's it yours?"

"Unni."

"...Why's it your unni's virginity?"

"Right?"

Truth be told, Yoonseo had a point.

What So Harin had promised Seoha was giving up her virginity—not trading virginities.

Still, she couldn't help feeling a bit miffed.

...Still, not a virginity swap...

She thought virginity was only beautiful when exchanged for another virginity, but she couldn't say it out loud.

Not with the queen of mocking "virgin dick" right in front of her.

"So, how was it?"

"Huh?"

"...You look a bit thinner. Did you get creampied?"

"...Yes."

Hng.

Oh, really... No.

"What?"

"I got creampied."

"No way? For real? Seriously?"

"...Yep."

So Harin's body shuddered as she poured fresh milk into her empty glass.

'Creampied?'

A futanari? No, Yoonseo?

"What the hell."

Scary.

"...You got creampied?"

"Don't look at me like that. I'm a little confused too."

"No, why?"

"Why... I dunno why."

Yoonseo stared blankly. So Harin gawked at her in disbelief.

"How am I supposed to know if the one it happened to doesn't?"

"I didn't expect to get creampied either."

"...Tch."

So Harin clicked her tongue and downed the milk in her glass.

A slightly nuttier taste lingered in her mouth than the stuff from the farm. No fishy aftertaste unique to fresh-milked breast milk—just a hint of sweetness.

"So."

So Harin poured another glass and summed up Yoonseo's story.

"You got pounded by Seoha's dick and cried out in pleasure, but when you flipped and pounded her, she creampied you right up to the brink of death?"

"Wasn't exactly 'ahh ahh.'"

"Then."

"If anything, it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was more like 'cumming nonstop.'"

Twitch.

Her right hand twitched for a split second; So Harin carefully wrapped her left around it and took a deep breath.

"Don't futanari usually just wreck one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠side unilaterally?"

"No way. Sounds more realistic that you're a pathetic maso bitch."

"..."

For some reason, Yoonseo started sweating bullets. So Harin pulled out her phone.

"Let's ask an expert."

So Harin unlocked her phone and tapped away.

"...Ah. Hello? Unni."

"Nah, just had a question. Thought you'd know."

Switching to speaker, So Harin spoke up.

"Do futanari usually creampie one side when they fuck each other?"

"Sex. Sex. When futanari fuck, does one always get creampied?"

"Really?"

So Harin's eyes glinted mischievously as she eyed Yoonseo.

Yoonseo, clearly embarrassed, had her head bowed low.

"Oh, Yoonseo fucked Seoha."

"Did she what? Why?"

"Yeah, apparently."

A forehead-slap echoed from the phone.

"Hey, don't laugh, unni."

Stifled laughter. But it leaked out anyway.

Yoonseo's flushed eyes darted around; So Harin giggled softly at the sight.

Who knew she'd see Yoonseo squirming like this.

She usually showed her dumb side quick once close, but this shy, flustered act was new.

"...Hang up already."

"Pfft, got it. Unni, hanging up now?"

"Thanks for the help."

Click. Call ended.

Face beet-red, Yoonseo glared—but it wasn't scary at all.

Not when she'd made a futanari creampie another futanari—a story even 15-year vets had never heard.

"Always calling everyone else pathetic maso bitches."

"Eek..."

"Who knew you were the pathetic maso..."

Desperately holding back laughter, So Harin eyed her.

Yoonseo glared back and muttered.

"Not that pathetic? Seoha's basically a succubus... Not pathetic. Not."

"Not denying the maso part, huh."

"...Heh."

"Heh? What's with the heh."

So Harin drained the last of her milk, eyeing Yoonseo anew.

'Guess I'll get to drink Yoonseo ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠milk soon too.'

Nice.

The more tasty milk, the better.

"Hmmm."

As she pondered what flavor Yoonseo's milk might be, her phone buzzed.

"Hm? Who's that?"

"Dunno?"

So Harin tilted her head and checked.

So Harin looked up at Yoonseo.

She was choking back giggles.

"...Am I a loser?"

"Probably?"

"Hmmm."

So Harin stood.

"Where to?"

"Beauty department. Need some stamina pills."

Her instincts screamed for stamina pills.

Loudly.