Hookup with PengQueenGong
Having wrapped up a whirlwind shopping spree for more experience, Yoon Seoha returned home.
In terms of time, it had only been about four hours out. She'd spent barely over an hour inside the department store.
Yet her body felt as exhausted as if she'd been on the move all day.
It was even more draining than the 24 hours nonstop of using females.
"I'm beat…."
Yoon Seoha muttered softly. The emptiness of the house today felt particularly lonely. She wanted to bury her face in her mom or sister's lap and rest right then and there.
"Ah… And I still have to go out…."
Overcome by laziness, she dragged her weary body stumbling toward the bathroom.
Under the showerhead's cascading droplets, Yoon Seoha recalled what the receptionist had told her before leaving the company.
'Have as many encounters as possible.'
'Many encounters?'
'Yeah, um. More bluntly, it means fuck as many women as you can. The more you get used to it, the higher your pass rate.'
'…Where do I even meet them?'
'Ah, starting from there, huh?'
Yoon Seoha had just stepped out of the bathroom, freshly dried and fluffy, shaking off the last bits of moisture before flopping onto the bed. Her damp hair stuck to the pillow, but she was too lazy and tired to care about anything.
'Then I recommend this app. It's a members-only meetup app made by our company.'
'Is it okay to tell me about that…? It's members-only, right?'
'Hehe, it's fine. Seoha-ssi… you seem like you'll pass.'
The app itself was pretty ordinary.
It had an interface like some kind of SNS. People posted their daily photos and videos, tagging them with fitting hashtags.
Of course, the "daily life" was a bit—no, extremely lewd and vulgar.
"Kinda like Bluebird or Starsta, huh."
The content might differ, but the overall look was familiar. Just like what she'd scrolled through every night before bed.
Yoon Seoha began setting up her profile step by step.
"Nickname… Just use my real name? Doesn't matter…."
No clever ideas came to mind, and plenty of users went with their real names anyway, so she figured it was fine. The app kept everything under wraps, so doxxing wasn't a big risk.
"Actually, even if I got doxxed, my life's been a mess anyway."
Yoon Seoha gave a wry smile and kept filling out the profile.
"Gender…."
Her finger, heading toward "male" on instinct, froze. It halted upon catching sight of "futanari" in the corner of her vision.
"Yeah, futanari it is."
She smiled bitterly. Her transformed body still felt awkward. Did she hate it? No, but awkward was awkward.
She'd lived over 20 years as a man, only to wake up one day as this third gender—not quite woman, but futanari.
For now, it still felt off.
"But I'm getting used to it, I guess."
Unlike the early days when she treated it like someone else's memory, Yoon Seoha was starting to accept her changed body now. Not rationally, but on instinct and emotionally.
"Next… penis length?"
Why do they need this…? Oh.
"Right, this is a hookup… no, sex app."
She'd wondered why, then remembered the app's true nature and sighed.
The app she was signing up for wasn't just for sharing and bragging about daily life.
It was a paradise for sex-crazed monsters seeking one-night stands or lifelong masters and slaves, driven by pure desire.
A badge given only to select company members—a ticket to paradise.
"No matter the rank, as long as you meet the looks requirement…."
That meant even basic members who'd hit Gold promotion conditions—like naming rights—but hadn't upgraded due to lack of need could use it.
The receptionist called it a sales tactic.
Get stimulated by the app, and eventually curiosity or whatever leads you to post your own videos or pics.
Get reactions, get hooked, crave even more intense content.
Then upgrade to Gold, snag naming rights, and become the company's prisoner….
She said it was a form of lust she couldn't comprehend with her head.
"Hng…."
After inputting her dick length, experience count, and checking some consent boxes, Yoon Seoha finally hit the sign-up button.
With a soft ding, her account was created.
A quick selfie she'd snapped. Yoon Seoha started typing her first post.
"Hmm…."
Write, delete, write, delete again. After repeating it endlessly, she settled on a simple line.
A stark message with no hashtags, videos, or photos.
Normally, it would've been buried instantly, but it lingered at the top for quite a while—solely because she was a futanari.
Yoon Seoha lay on the bed, staring blankly at her phone screen until her post vanished.
As her message finally disappeared and she was about to turn off her phone and sleep—
A single comment arrived.
Just as plain and straightforward as her own post.
Yoon Seoha tapped the commenter's profile to check her out.
Over 300k followers, more than 2,000 sex videos, posts cataloging and reviewing all the partners she'd devoured.
The more she scrolled, the more a smile crept onto Yoon Seoha's face.
"This could be fun…."
Her body had changed, her personality too. The back-and-forth early on had fused into something new.
The listless, timid traits were being devoured by the wild, lust-dominated side, barely leaving a silhouette behind.
"Looking forward to it."
Yoon Seoha smiled faintly.
Her fingers were already replying to the commenter.
Nickname: PengQueenGong.
With 300k followers, she was heading to her first embrace with a futanari.
"Hmmm, whatever. Probably nothing special."
No experience with futanari. But plenty with men.
No matter how amazing futanari were, they were just women with dicks—nothing scary.
"Wonder what she's like? Profile pic was pretty cute."
Wearing a red dress matching her hair, light makeup on, she scanned around the station entrance—their meetup spot.
'Ah. There she is.'
Amid the ordinary crowd shuffling everywhere, one figure stood out with a totally different vibe.
'She's seriously gorgeous….'
Even with a black mask covering half her face, her beauty shone through. Just her eyes were visible, but it was enough to tell.
Those eyes alone were so stunningly pretty that no jealousy stirred—just pure awe.
She was just… pretty.
Overwhelmingly so, to the point it almost made her feel a twinge of misfortune.
And only her eyes were showing.
"Yoon Seoha-ssi, right?"
"Ah, PengQueen… Gong-ssi?"
"Yeah. Just call me Yuri casually."
She approached and spoke up.
Her voice was nice too. What was it like? The kind that could lull you to sleep if you closed your eyes. Promising sweet dreams. She wanted to record it for bedtime.
'…Smells good too.'
The scent wafting from her was sweet. A hint of sugar, like custard cream. A pleasant dessert aroma.
'And tall.'
Over 180cm, easy.
She wasn't short herself at nearly 170cm, but this woman towered a full head above.
'This type has a dick too?'
Why.
Why her.
Hmm, no idea.
Yoon Seoha was talking, rambling about this and that. No real thread, words stumbling from nerves. Honestly, she didn't seem gifted at conversation.
Virgin maybe?
That'd explain it.
Perfectly natural to be tense facing someone with over 100 experience tallies.
How to squeeze her out best.
"Shall we head in now?"
At her words, Yoon Seoha stopped and looked at her.
Brown eyes pierced straight through, then slowly shifted to the building behind her.
A pink-hued little motel—nothing but sleazy connotations.
"Yeah. Let's."
When her gaze returned, her eyes gleamed with a chill.
The eyes of a predator eyeing prey.
The shower's rushing water cut off with a shaaa.
PengQueenGong—Yuri—toweled off roughly, slipped into a bathrobe, shook out her hair, and spoke as she emerged from the bathroom.
"Hurry and wash up. I'm getting a bit excited alrea—… huh…?"
Long story short: Yoon Seoha was naked.
Toned muscles, beautiful curves, flawless pale skin without a blemish.
But none of that flustered Yuri.
What shocked her was simply…
'Wh-what the hell, it's so huge…!!'
Not even erect yet, and it was already forearm-thick right there in front of her.
'Th-that thing goes in? I'd die!!'
The biggest of her slutty life's conquests.