In the Restaurant
Stepping outside, I realized it was already evening. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, yet the streets of Manhattan were still bustling with crowds.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Let's eat somewhere nearby. Do you have a recommendation?"
"Then... shall we go there?"
The place Jennifer pointed to was a small restaurant. It wasn't overly expensive, but it wasn't cheap either. It was a reasonably priced establishment—a decent choice for a quick meal.
As we stepped inside, all eyes turned toward us. I could see the servers trembling, their gazes fixed on us. Standing well over 2 meters tall, and radiating the pungent, musky scent of a male fresh from a bout of mating, I was a walking aphrodisiac. Those with sensitive noses were already squirming, their legs twisting together.
"Steak... is fine, right? I'm not really good with these kinds of places."
"Sure, let's just get three medium-rare ones each."
"I'll place the order."
I raised my hand to call a server. A woman with orange hair and a light dusting of freckles approached us.
"Sirloin steak, medium-rare... three for each of us."
"Yes, sirloin, medium-rare. Three each, six in total. Is that correct?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"Yes... I, I understand..."
She turned away, slapping her own flushed cheeks. Jennifer watched her go with an amused expression.
"How is it?"
"Hmm? Oh, you mean her?"
"Yeah. Looks aside, her body seems pretty good."
"Well? Are you feeling unsatisfied?"
I chuckled softly and looked around at the women in the restaurant.
"I'm always unsatisfied."
I knew all too well how fragile women and other futanari were. If I went too hard, they’d break; if I went too slow, it was just as stressful. People say you can just take many women at once, but there were times when the others would run away while I was busy with one.
"It's not like I want to get married like you, Jennifer."
"But it's good, isn't it? You don't have to suffer from being pent up."
"I don't know. I'm the type who only wants to marry someone I truly love."
"Do you think someone like that even exists?" Jennifer asked.
I didn't answer. I didn't know either.
Jennifer’s marriage felt less like love between two people and more like having a 'dedicated onahole.' She might call it love, but it was closer to the sensation of cherishing a prized possession. Come to think of it, I wonder what that person is doing now.
"Here you go."
"Ah, thank you."
"H-hic, yes... yes..."
The food arrived. Jennifer patted the server's backside as she served us, exchanging a few quiet words.
"Shall we eat?"
"I think this might not be enough."
"Well, then we can just order more."
"True."
I pierced the meat with my fork and cut it with a small knife. The steak divided into three perfect pieces. It was smaller than I had expected.
"Mmm, it's tasty."
"Yeah. It's decent."
When I was younger, I preferred the course meals at high-end restaurants over simple steaks like this. They looked pretty, and I used to think, I want to make a lot of money and eat nothing but course meals. But once I actually had the money, I stopped looking for them. Above all, they never really filled me up. I preferred ordering multiple burgers or steaks and just digging in.
"I think we need to order a few more."
"Agreed. Shall we get three more each?"
"Let's do that."
Jennifer called the server again to add to our order. I popped the sliced steak into my mouth and chewed a few times before swallowing.
"That girl from earlier... Lauren? Was that her name? Are you going to make her your wife?"
"Hmm? Well... I suppose? I liked her well enough. It’d be a waste to give her to someone else."
"Hmm."
"Why? Was she not good?"
"Well, her reaction was a bit dull, don't you think? I don't think she'll be able to live a normal life anymore."
By the end, she had no reaction left, just drooling mindlessly. A normal life would likely be impossible for her now. She wouldn't be satisfied by masturbation or even ordinary sex. Unless she found another Alpha-type Futanari like me or Jennifer, nothing would ever satisfy her again.
"Well, that's true. But anyway, how's the puppy? You said you were raising one."
"Oh, it's great. I've only been with her for about two days, but... I've made it so she can never go back to her old life."
"Hehe. Really? Introduce me sometime."
"If you ever come to Korea."
I replied to Jennifer and pushed my empty plate aside. I felt my stomach starting to fill up. The slow, creeping sense of satiety put me in a good mood.
"Come to think of it, did you file the pet application?"
"...Ah."
"You have to do it before it's too late. Otherwise, you might get it snatched away."
"Haa, it's such a hassle, though."
"Hehe, it can't be helped. That's how the 'agreement' ended up."
There are two ways to keep a human as a 'pet.' One is the tacit permission granted in a lover or marital relationship. The other is the method officially recognized by the state. In the latter case, the 'pet' surrenders their human rights. The state formally declares, 'This person is an animal.'
All that's needed for the application is the owner's signature, the pet's signature, and a small fee—about 30 to 40 million won. It was a rule implemented to ensure responsibility, as people were treating humans like toys and abandoning them the moment they got bored.
"Even if it gets snatched, it'll come back to me soon enough."
"That may be, but it's better to be certain, isn't it? People even take these things to court, you know."
"Haa, fine... I'll file it when I get back."
Our conversation would trail off, only to start up again. It was aimless chatter, but since our daily lives were identical, it was inevitable. Jennifer spent most of her time playing with her wives at home, and my life was the same, save for the new puppy I’d recently acquired.
"Oh, have you ever thought about streaming?"
"Streaming?"
"Yeah. The viewers' reactions were much better than I expected. Or maybe Twitter? You should at least have one SNS account."
"I'm not really into that kind of thing..."
SNS—it wasn't something I’d ever considered.
"If you post photos on social media, you'd get a great reaction. It'd be easier to gather women, too."
"Hmm..."
"I get messages every single day. 'Meet me just once,' 'Are you interested in a group session...' All of my 20+ wives were met that way."
As she spoke, Jennifer showed me her account. A mailbox with 999+ unread messages and a home screen filled with skin-toned content. She mostly posted photos of herself and her wives, or videos certifying the women she’d 'conquered.' The most recent video featured me and Lauren.
Hmm, that’s actually kind of hot.
I tapped my knife against the plate. At that sound, the server nearby flinched.
"Hey, come here for a second."
"Y-yes?"
"Come closer."
The orange-haired, freckled woman from earlier approached. I grabbed her waist, pulled her head down, and kissed her. It was a sudden, forceful kiss. Yet, the server immediately accepted the tongue filling her mouth.
"Uup, uuuum. Chuuup, uuuuuh."
"Haa, not bad."
"Ha, uuu... haa, haa-eung."
"Keep your mouth open."
I pulled the server's body and sat her on my lap. The server, perched on my thick, firm thighs, began to move. I kept our tongues tangled and pressed firmly against her back.
"Haguuk❤︎"
"Don't pull away."
I warned the server, who was trying to pull back to catch her breath, and kissed her again. It was a light kiss to calm the sexual desire that began to rise as I filled my stomach. I shoved my long, thick tongue deep into her mouth, filling it completely.
"...Even I'm getting excited now. Seriously."
"Puh-haaa, just pick a decent one and do it."
"I will. Heu-eung. Ah, she looks good."
Jennifer stood up and approached the woman who had been manning the counter. The woman, who had been staring at us, started waving her hands and claiming she had a boyfriend the moment Jennifer approached. Of course, that excuse didn't work on Jennifer.
"Chuuuup, pu-heu. Chuuuuup. Chup. Chuu-waaap❤︎"
"Hauuuk❤︎ Chubu-uuuup❤︎ Chuburu-rrup❤︎ Guk, ha-aaaaa❤︎"
The sound of saliva mixing filled the air. My pants were getting damp.
"Chuu-ok❤︎ Chuuuup❤︎ Heuk, ha-eung❤︎"
"Pu-heu. Haa. Are you in heat?"
"He, heu-eueue❤︎ Ha-aang❤︎"
I tapped her pelvis lightly, and the server began to tremble. She must have climaxed several times while kissing, as her pants were soaked through.
"I-I'm... sorry... haa, ha-eueu..."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, yes... it, it feels good..."
"Is that so? Then... how about this?"
Press.
I pressed lightly on the server's lower abdomen. Her waist arched instantly. She threw her head back and began to moan.
"Haaaaaa❤︎ Ha, ha-eueueu...❤︎"
"Geu-eung, let's go now, darling❤︎"
"What, are you finished already?" I asked, setting the exhausted server down in the seat next to me.
"She fainted after I touched her a few times. I enjoyed it enough, didn't I?"
"Yeah, well. To some extent."
"Puh-hehe, I'll take care of you when we get home later. Let's go."
I nodded and stood up, following Jennifer. All eyes were on us. Looking around, the atmosphere of the entire restaurant had turned strange. Couples were exchanging heated glances, and some were even leaving in the middle of their meals. The female staff were twisting their legs together, and the male staff couldn't even stand up. The other futanari—the inferior species—were licking their lips as they watched the female staff.
In an instant, the restaurant had transformed into a brothel. Jennifer and I looked at each other and laughed.
"Puh-hehe, shall we go?"
"Shall we, darling?"
Jennifer pulled a stack of bills from her wallet and stuffed them into the pockets of the collapsed staff. It was clearly more than the cost of the food we’d ordered. Well, I suppose she didn't think it was a waste, considering the service we'd received.
"Geu-eung, still... I got a little boost."
"Let's go quickly. I'm in a rush right now."
"Heu-eueu... I wonder if I'll end up pregnant today."
Jennifer said that, glancing down at my crotch. I linked my arm with hers, leaned my head against her shoulder, and we walked out.