Bochu Baek Goes Viral, Wife Gets Cold Feet
A peaceful lunch hour on a workday.
Amid the workaholics skipping lunch to jerk off or edit videos, a single voice rang out.
"Uh."
That word, dreaded among developers like a harbinger of doom, echoed through the office.
One by one, heads turned.
"What? What's going on?"
Seo Team Leader stood from her desk and approached the subordinate who'd spoken, her gait awkward from the rotor vibrator buzzing relentlessly inside her pussy, love juices dripping with each step. Standing behind the employee, she opened her mouth.
"What's the matter?"
"Oh. Uh, it's Baek Seo-jun, you know? His entire series has over two million views now."
"Oh, already? That's fast."
The subordinate, emanating a sweet milky breast milk scent, fiddled with the mouse and showed Baek Seo-jun's latest video.
"The one uploaded yesterday already hit 500k."
"Ooh... But..."
Seo Team Leader peered at the thumbnail of him and slowly spoke.
"Hasn't the kid gotten a bit smaller?"
"You think so?"
The subordinate tilted her head.
"No, really. He's actually smaller."
Seo Team Leader clearly remembered the first time she'd seen Baek Seo-jun—he'd been around 175cm tall, muscular, with big hands. Not drop-dead handsome, but very much a man's man.
At least, that's how he was in her memory, and even in videos from a few days ago, he'd just looked a bit thinner, not like this.
"What the hell's this bochu kid doing there."
Seo Team Leader stared holes through the thumbnail as she spoke.
Too small to pass as a man, utterly cute. He still had a dick, but his chest was far too modest for a woman—enough to give So Ha-rin from the next department a run for her money.
"His ass isn't huge, is it?"
"He's cute, though."
"No, seriously, what the hell happened."
Did the beauty department test some new drug on him or something?
How could a person change like that?
It was a mystery.
"Viewers are loving it, though."
"Tch... Well, whatever. Can't be helped."
All she could do was praise his loyalty in sacrificing his body for the views.
"Min-young."
"Yes."
Seo Team Leader called out to her sweet-scented subordinate.
"Cut out the bathing part from that and send it via KakaoTalk."
"For your wallpaper?"
"Yeah."
"...Got it."
Having gotten her subordinate's agreement, Seo Team Leader returned to her desk. She removed the dead-batteried rotor from her pussy, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, plugged it into the charger, stretched languidly, and placed her hands on the keyboard.
She focused on work amid the clacking keys. The office filled only with the whirring vibrator, clacking keyboard, and clicking mouse.
Munching on a sandwich her colleague had brought back from lunch, Seo Team Leader diligently edited videos.
"Heh heh hum... ♥"
She set the arousing photo of bochu-fied Baek Seo-jun as her phone wallpaper and dove back into work with renewed vigor.
A lazy afternoon.
Wednesday, halfway through the workweek, was slipping by.
Anyone asking why half of a seven-day week wasn't Thursday was an idiot—weekends off, obviously.
The futanari and onahole departments hunted for work even on precious holidays, but not them.
"So, what's this supposed to be?"
"Uh... It doesn't have an official name yet."
The woman in spiral glasses and a black bikini stammered on.
"B-but the department's calling it the bochu drug."
A new compound from mixing futanari drug and TS drug at a 3:7 ratio.
Questions piled up: Why did it affect Baek Seo-jun from an unrelated beauty department? How the hell did they even make it?
...Whatever, doesn't matter.
She didn't care how they'd stumbled on the mix while screwing around. If they planned formal development later, they'd file the report.
With that thought, So Ha-rin set down the report.
"Your handwriting's seriously awful, though."
"Ehehe."
"No 'ehehe.' What, no computer?"
So Ha-rin sighed deeply.
Ah... Wonder what Seo-ha's up to.
Today, she missed her more than usual.
Late evening.
Nearing quittin' time at this late hour, Seo-ha Yoon sighed as she received the dispatch order.
The system notified employees after matching time and client—some incomprehensible black box she'd given up decoding after headaches.
"Haa..."
Anyway, exuding annoyance, Seo-ha Yoon looked down at the woman trembling at her feet.
"So, you did it on a whim while drunk?"
"Y-yes..."
The woman had glossy black hair. A ring gleamed on her left ring finger.
This was her second married client. Excluding Mom, BB, and technically married Do Yoon-seo—none counted as clients anyway.
Yoon-seo unnie's a married woman and man, huh.
Or maybe married futanari fit better.
Ah, craving married sushi now.
She'd skipped breakfast and rushed to work. Too late for lunch now. Maybe enjoy 3-4 hours, then order some married sushi delivery.
Seo-ha Yoon eyed the woman before her.
"I-... I'm married too... It was a real mistake... S-so..."
"Pretend it never happened?"
"Y-yes! No refund or anything... P-please..."
She clutched at Seo-ha Yoon's pants leg, tears welling up. Seo-ha Yoon looked down indifferently.
"You know creampie costs extra, right?"
"...Huh?"
"Oh, don't even think about condoms. We don't use 'em. Client handles birth control."
"N-no... That's..."
The woman rose from the sofa, slowly shedding her outer clothes—then snapped her head toward the wife with a sudden idea.
"When'd you say hubby gets here?"
"...I-in 3 hours. S-so? Huh? P-please...!"
"...Tsk. Observer fee extra too?"
"Ah...?"
Seo-ha Yoon's cold gaze fixed on her. A fake sales smile curled her lips—wax-hard, professional.
Suppressing her irritation, she reached for the nameless wife.
"N-no... D-don't...!"
Dodging that hand might've been pure survival instinct.
Terror that once gripped, no returning to normal—like her younger self cracking open Pandora's box called Futanari Corporation out of curiosity.
Addicted to its contents, unable to satisfy with normal porn or manga.
Spending 300k monthly for unedited videos, interviews, afterparty footage from official/unofficial events—beyond Gold tier perks.
Masturbating obsessively to videos whenever hubby and daughter were out.
Fear she could never love normally again dominated her body.
"No, no! S-someone help... P-please...!!"
No one would.
Soundproofed building, late night—neighbors questionable anyway.
And this was consensual—membership purchase equaled consent to such "rape," looks like it or not.
"Noisy."
Seo-ha Yoon muttered coldly, clamping the woman's mouth.
Her thick, long tongue pried soft lips, invading. Dominating the woman's tongue, ravaging her mouth.
Her pretty scarlet tongue stirred chaos inside—meanwhile, her hands weren't idle.
Skilled fingers stripped bra and panties effortlessly, leaving the pitiful wife naked before her.
"Hng."
The explosive tits, hidden in clothes, pressed against her fingertips.
"So soft."
Stroking smooth skin, her finger snagged a small bump—likely a nipple. Wet fluid dripped from it.
Breast milk.