How Do You Even Date?
From last night, Seo-yoon and Seo-ha's incestuous impregnation sex was still in full swing, but early that morning, So Ha-rin, who had arrived right on time for work, took the subordinate's report and asked,
"What the hell is this...?"
Her voice, still thick with sleep, tickled the ears of her subordinate employee.
"...It's related to a rape victim."
"...Isn't that police business...?"
"Ah, the victim was a futanari. One of our department members happened to be passing by and saw it..."
"Rapists being futanari is common... Wait, victim?"
So Ha-rin blinked twice as she repeated the word after hearing the report from her subordinate.
It was because she'd heard something that was hard to comprehend with her common sense.
"Y-yes. The victim."
"What, like a dozen or so jumped her?"
"No. Just two."
"And she got taken down?"
At So Ha-rin's incredulous question, the subordinate nodded slowly, as if even she couldn't believe the words written on the document she was reporting.
"......No way, haa..."
So Ha-rin let out a deep sigh and waved her hand dismissively.
"Just bury it appropriately."
"Is that okay? Even so..."
"What... does it matter? Some futanari who got raped."
There was no reason to make a fuss over one futanari getting raped.
She wasn't even a company employee to begin with, and there was no extortion or anything like that. It was literally just them getting horny and pouncing, and that was the end of it.
"This isn't even our jurisdiction anyway."
"True. It was just a coincidence that one of ours found it."
A case where a random futanari walking down the street got raped by college girls—not a company employee getting raped or doing the raping.
Normally, that would be for the police to handle.
The reason it had come up as a report was simply because a department member happened to pass by.
In other words, they could just ignore it.
"Anyway."
So Ha-rin pushed the report aside and continued.
"Those girl rapists—were they cute?"
"Pardon?"
"Were they pretty? You must've seen their faces."
"Uh... yeah, they said they were pretty."
"Hmm."
So Ha-rin gave a small smile at her subordinate's words.
She let out a long yawn, stretched, and said,
"Then suggest an interview or something."
"An interview?"
"Yeah. They raped a futanari just the two of them? No need for a physical test then. Make a spot for them in security or our field team."
"...Oh. Yeah, that makes sense."
Security had originally been a separate department, but as threats to the company dwindled over time, it had been half-absorbed into aftercare.
One of aftercare's jobs included cleaning company facilities soiled with fluids and semen, so it was feasible.
They could patrol while cleaning.
If it seemed like too broad a scope and authority for one department, well, that was probably because Futanari Corporation was far from ordinary.
"Heh heh."
"...You seem pleased."
"Huh? R-really?"
"Yeah. Did you make a date with Seo-ha?"
"——!!!"
As if asking how she knew, So Ha-rin's eyes began to tremble. Seeing her gray pupils shake like there was an earthquake, the subordinate smirked.
"You think we wouldn't notice you poking around the futanari department whenever you're a bit free?"
"Th-that was to see Yoon-seo!"
"Oh? The one who never even met with Department Head Do before?"
"Eeeek!"
Seeing So Ha-rin's face turn beet red, the subordinate felt a pull in her lower belly.
It was because her boss was getting cuter by the day.
Hoo. Guess today's fap material is set.
Glancing sideways, she spotted a colleague aiming a camera through the door crack far away.
How much?
First.
10.
Call.
Nod.
They nodded at each other.
"So, when's the date?"
"...This weekend."
"Hmm. Decided what to do?"
"Uh, huh?"
So Ha-rin looked up at her subordinate like she didn't get it.
"...You're not planning to hole up in a hotel for two days straight sucking and fucking like Department Head Do, right?"
"N-no, of course not!"
"Good. You better not."
Only then did the subordinate straighten her half-lidded eyes and grin.
Well, they were futanari, after all.
Even outside the company, women who adored them or guys with specific tastes would flock anytime.
Besides, So Ha-rin was pushing thirty now. No way she hadn't dated before.
"Looking forward to the good news!"
The new section chief, who hadn't been working under her long, flashed a happy smile and slipped out of the vice-head's office.
"......Ugh."
Only after she left did So Ha-rin slump her head down.
White steam was billowing from the top of her head.
⁎ ⁎ ⁎
A leisurely evening.
The futanari trio sat side by side at a bar near the company.
Do Yoon-seo filled glasses to the brim with strong liquor and spoke.
"Why am I the one pouring?"
"'Cause you're the maknae?"
"...Isn't this usually the job of the lower rank?"
"Want me to do it then?"
So Ha-rin, who had filled a glass with just a splash of liquor and topped it with milk, looked at Do Yoon-seo.
"No..."
An Ju-ri chuckled softly at Do Yoon-seo, who tucked her tail immediately.
"How long's it been since we all got together like this?"
"Two, three years? Everyone's been busy as heads and vice-heads."
"Already? Time flies."
"You're just feeling old. Old."
The youngest, Do Yoon-seo, said with a laugh.
"Unnie's gotten old, yeah."
So Ha-rin chimed in, sipping her "liquor" that was really milk.
"......Yoon-seo's one thing, but Ha-rin, you shouldn't say that!"
"Why not?"
"You're almost thirty too!"
"Then unnie's already over thirty?"
At that, the eldest in the group, An Ju-ri, sank dramatically.
She wanted to say she'd at least graduated college properly, built a career as a director before joining, unlike the other two—but old was old.
Even if modern medicine and superior futanari genes meant she only had laugh lines.
"......Ugh."
An Ju-ri pouted and dumped the full glass of liquor into her mouth. The cold ice touched and left her lips.
"Downing it in one go."
"Tastes bland."
"This is 50 proof, you booze-hound unnie."
"Hm. Isn't 50 low?"
"You're insane."
Do Yoon-seo sipped her now-chilled liquor, exasperated. It still burned her throat fiercely despite the ice.
"So, why'd you call us?"
Do Yoon-seo asked So Ha-rin, who had organized the meetup.
"Umm. You know I have a date this week, right?"
"Yeah."
"You didn't call us just to brag, did you? I have one next week too—no jealousy here."
"Not that, unnie..."
So Ha-rin sighed deeply and spoke.
"How do you do a date?"
"Huh."
"Huh."
At her words, the two futanari's thoughts froze.
"Th-that's..."
"Obviously—"
"Booking a hotel and just fucking doesn't count."
"—Yeah, no clue. ...Right."
Silence fell for a moment.
It was perhaps inevitable.
Since school days, people who adored them had been everywhere, and usually, the admirers accommodated them.
Once they'd even slept with someone, forget normal dating— the partner would beg for sex first.
In other words, they'd never fallen in love first or begged for a date themselves.
Their relationships had never been normal romance; they were more like owner and sex slave.
"How do you do it?"
"How was it for you, Yoon-seo? You've dated Seo-ha."
"......Huh? Uh... Honestly, I just remember it being great."
Do Yoon-seo, the only one among them who'd had something resembling a proper date, wasn't much help.
She was too happy to remember the details clearly. But it made sense.
Hell, just sitting with Seo-ha for hours without talking would make them happy.
"......How the hell do you date?!"
"No idea."
"Dunno."
An Ju-ri sighed deeply, poured fresh liquor, gulped it down, and said,
"Just leave it to Seo-ha, no?"
"That's why I'm asking!"
So Ha-rin thumped her flat chest—small even for her—and declared,
"......I want to take the lead."
"Hmm. Well..."
It wasn't incomprehensible.
"Guess no choice then."
An Ju-ri tapped her phone and showed the screen to the two.
"Gotta study, right?"
"...A movie?"
"You wanna go to the theater now, just us?"
Do Yoon-seo frowned.
"It's a romance flick."
"That's why it's study material."
"Creepy, no thanks."
"Studying's supposed to be creepy and suck."
Was that so? Yeah. That's how it is. Got it.
The three nodded in unison, convinced.
Until lunchtime the next day, the trio wandered movie theaters.