Perfect Score: PengQueenGong
Five out of five points for PengQueenGong. Real name: Lee Yuri.
She was in a dire situation right now.
What do I do, what do I do, what do I do!!
She panted heavily, huffing and puffing. Her eyes trembled as if an earthquake had hit, locked onto one spot.
"W-Wait... just a second...!"
"Why?"
"Ah, ahh...!"
Yuri gulped, lifting her gaze.
Brown eyes.
Dark-toned brown eyes looked down at her.
"Ah, ahhh...!"
Large hands gripped her thighs, forcibly spreading them apart. Even as she strained to close her legs, she couldn't match the strength.
The futanari power she'd only heard about was beyond her wildest imagination.
"N-Nooo...!"
Yuri reached out to the side.
A white pillow on the hotel's king-sized bed. She hugged it tight, squeezing her eyes shut.
Her small white hands clutched the pillow, burying her face in it as if to tear it apart.
Fireworks exploded in her head, her brain melting away.
"K-Khiiik...! H-Hiiik...♥"
Her slut cunt, which had taken countless cocks and fingers regardless of gender, stretched even wider.
"K-Kheeeek♥"
"Tight. I was worried a slut cunt would be too loose."
"K-Koooook♥ Khiiik♥ N-No way it'd be looseee...♥"
As the pillow's seams began popping with threads snapping, Yuri shoved it aside and cried out.
It was too weak and lewd to call a shout—more like a child's tantrum or a lover's coquettish whine. Yoon Seoha smiled faintly.
"But it's a slut cunt, right? Shouldn't it be loose? Huh?"
"Wr-Wronggg♥ A slut cunt squeezes tighter, because more cocks are cominggg...♥"
Feeling it poke her womb, Yuri let out a moan-mixed voice.
"Because it's a slut...! It has to squeeze tighter, more cocks are cominggg...♥ A slut cunt has to grip even harder♥"
"Is that how it works?"
"Y-Yes♥ Th-That's how... Yaaah♥"
Pssshhh—! Splurt! Love juices gushed from her pussy. Transparent, sticky fluids splashed onto Seoha's chiseled abs.
The massive body covered Yuri, a thick hand resting on her neck.
"Ghehk♥"
The heavy frame pinned her down.
The cock stabbed her womb, pushing it up to a place it shouldn't go. Was it really okay for her womb to be there? It was forced that high.
Even with her womb displaced, the slutty body prioritized pleasure over danger.
"K-Khiiik♥"
The cock touched where nothing should reach.
Her degraded body recognized the cock that claimed the virginity of her womb's core—untouched by any previous dick or toy—as her husband.
This dick.
Only this dick will do.
That thought dominated her mind.
"Khuwook♥♥ G-Good, so gooood♥"
Had she fallen for the person?
Or the futanari species?
Considering her slutty nature, it was surely the latter. Still, she wanted to say it.
"I-I love you♥ Dick, your dick is the best♥"
"Mm. You like it?"
"Yes! Love it♥ Goooood♥♥"
An clumsy love confession.
Not "like" from pleasure, but from the depths of her heart.
She finally understood the word, same in name but worlds apart in meaning.
She'd fallen for the species called "futanari," not the person. But what could she do? That was the limit of a slut like her.
Loving someone was a luxury she couldn't grasp.
"Uuuugh...! T-Take off the mask!"
"Hm? Why?"
"I-I'm gonna kiss youuu! Kiss, kiiissuuugh♥"
Staring into the brown eyes, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
The pink tongue flicked at the black mask.
The rough texture, the distinct smell and taste of the mask assaulted her.
"Eeeek!"
"You want a kiss?"
"Y-Yes! I wanna! I'm gonna do it!"
"No. Your face would show."
"Uuuugh!"
Even as her womb was pierced, her gaze stayed fixed on Yoon Seoha.
Yuri stared at those brown eyes with her own trembling from pleasure.
She's so pretty...
Just eyes, yet they felt impossibly beautiful.
"U-Ueeek...! So pretty... Why won't you take off the maaask...!"
"Because your face would show?"
"So what! Pretty faces shouldn't be hidden!"
"Hmm. Really?"
"Yes! Pretty... like th-that, hnghh♥"
Tears welled in Yuri's eyes.
Her womb, crushed with nowhere left to go, spewed fluids.
Her mind was a mess, drool leaking from her mouth. Pleasure showed plainly on her face, moans mixing with every breath.
"D-Don't poke my womb when I'm talkinggg♥"
"Feels good though."
"Good♥ It's tight...! Haaaang♥"
A wet, churning slosh echoed in her ears.
Her belly began to swell.
Not quite pregnant, but bulging like after a binge. She mumbled blankly at it.
"...You came...?"
"Yeah."
"...What about the condom?"
"Do you need that?"
Seoha asked with genuine curiosity.
"I'll get pregnant... What do I do...?"
"Hm..."
As she flooded Yuri's womb with semen, Seoha tilted her head.
Closing her eyes in thought, she opened them with a puzzled look.
"Do I have to think about that too?"
"...Huh?"
"If you don't want to get pregnant, take birth control. Or just get pregnant and have it."
"..."
Seoha stated it like the most obvious thing.
Her sharp brown eyes gazed down—perhaps like a predator's. Yuri shrank back.
"...I bought condoms though..."
"Oh. Did you?"
"..."
Seoha's gaze shifted to the bedside table.
A few condom boxes sat there. She scratched her head with an awkward smile.
"Well, whatever. Can't be helped."
"...I'll get pregnant..."
"Hmm. But that's weird."
Seoha smiled faintly, looking down at her.
"Getting pregnant is good, right?"
"...Huh?"
"It's my kid? A futanari's child."
Seoha pressed Yuri's lower belly with her fingers.
Through the thin skin, her womb compressed. Already squished by the cock, it crumpled further under the pressure.
Splat—a gush of semen from the squeezed womb.
"So it's good, right?"
"...You're weird... You used to be more shy..."
"Oh, yeah? It changed a bit. But most say they prefer this side."
The more sex she had, the more she used females, the more her personality shifted.
Self-esteem rose—or superiority complex, if negative.
Good or bad? Definitely good. Even she thought so, and the other females agreed.
Futanari are superior.
No need for chosen-people arrogance, but they should recognize their own superiority. The company needed such talent.
BB's words from the first interview.
Seoha hadn't understood at first.
But now, maybe she did.
"Get on all fours. I'll use you plenty."
Maybe no traces of her male past remained.
The more she mingled bodies, the more she became something else.
But was that bad?
She was still Yoon Seoha. At least, that's what she thought.
That should be enough.
No need to overthink.
"Wide hips."
"Ah, ahh...!"
"Pfft."
Seoha looked down at Yuri's back.
A slut cunt that had devoured countless cocks, wide birthing hips. Firm ass from dedicated workouts. Straight spine unbroken, red hair still glossy despite sweat and juices.
She tapped the ass with her massive cock, smiling.
"No need to overthink."
Like 3-year-old her and 20-year-old her—same yet different.
Male Yoon Seoha and futanari Yoon Seoha were the same.
"That's enough."
Her chest felt lighter.
The knot in her heart untied. Her mind cleared, refreshed.
"O-Oghuuut♥"
"Sorry. You won't be satisfied with other dicks now, huh?"
"H-Hiiik♥ Khuwook♥"
"At least you can quit the slut life."
After tasting futanari cock, normal ones wouldn't satisfy. She'd naturally avoid sex and dicks, right?
Maybe she'd saved a soul.
"Or turn into a futanari-exclusive slut."
Of course, addiction was possible too.
But that wasn't her business.
"Hmm."
Thrusting deep into Yuri's womb, Seoha rocked her hips. Sweet moans in her ears, she moved.
Shaking hips, slapping ass hard to induce climaxes.
Two or three orgasms per thrust. Fluids splashed, filling the room with lewd cries.
"Should we try the condom?"
Leaving Yuri twitching in afterglow, Seoha reached for the bedside table.
"A bit small, but you bought them, so let's use one."
Seoha tore open a box Yuri bought, slipping one on.
It barely covered half her cock. Labeled big L-size, yet still.
Three burst—one after another. Seoha gave a wry smile.
"Too small. Seriously."
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After using up all four boxes and pounding her pussy for hours more, Seoha stretched.
"Kuuuugh—!"
Her sore body loosened, she glanced at Yuri collapsed on the bed.
"Oh. Gotta take the proof pic."
Grabbing her phone, she snapped Yuri's state and uploaded to the app.
"Title... Yeah, this'll do."
"Perfect title."
Huhu.