episode_0009

Leaving the building, evening had already fallen.

The sun was setting. Even so, the streets of Manhattan were bustling with people.

“What about dinner?”

“Let’s eat somewhere nearby. Can you recommend a place?”

“Then… how about there?”

Jennifer pointed to a small restaurant.

Not too expensive, and not too cheap either. A restaurant with reasonably priced food. It was a decent choice for a quick bite.

As we entered, all eyes were on us. I could see the waitstaff’s eyes trembling.

My height, easily over 6’6”, and the intense male scent emanating from my body after our recent coupling… Those with sensitive noses were already fidgeting.

“Steak… is that okay? I don’t know much about this.”

“Yeah, let’s get three medium-rare ones.”

“I’ll order here.”

I raised my hand to call a waitress.

A woman with orange hair and a few freckles approached us.

“Sirloin steak, medium-rare… three each.”

“Yes, sirloin, medium-rare. Three each, six in total, correct?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Yes… I un…understand…”

The woman, blushing, slapped her cheek and went back to the kitchen.

Jennifer watched her, amused.

“What do you think?”

“Huh? Oh, that girl just now?”

“Yeah, forget her face, her body looks pretty good.”

“I wonder? Is she lacking something?”

I chuckled softly, gazing at the women inside the restaurant.

“They’re always lacking something.”

She knows how frail other futanari are.

A little too strong, and they break; too slow, and that’s stressful.

While it’s fine to sleep with many women at once, sometimes the others run away while I’m with one.

“It’s not like I want to marry someone like Jennifer, though.”

“Would it be good? You wouldn’t have the suffering of a backlog.”

“Well, I only marry someone I love.”

“I wonder if there is such a person?” Jennifer asked.

I didn’t answer.

Because I don’t know either.

Jennifer’s marriage feels more like having a “dedicated dildo” than a relationship between people who love each other. She loves them, but it’s closer to cherishing a possession.

Speaking of which, I wonder what that person is doing.

“Here’s your order.”

“Ah, thank you.”

“Yes, s-sir… yes…”

Our food arrived.

Jennifer patted the serving staff’s butt and exchanged a few words.

“Shall we eat?”

“I think it might be a bit little.”

“Well, we can just order more then.”

“Okay.”

I pierced the meat with a fork and cut it with a small knife. The meat was divided precisely into three pieces. It was smaller than I expected.

“Mmm, delicious.”

“Mm. It’s good.”

When I was younger, I preferred the haute cuisine of fancy restaurants to this kind of steak.

It was visually appealing. I used to dream of making a lot of money so I could eat multi-course meals all the time.

But once I actually made a lot of money, I didn’t seek out those fancy meals anymore. Above all, they didn’t fill me up.

I preferred ordering several hamburgers or steaks.

“I think we should order more.”

“I agree. Shall we order three more each?”

“Let’s do that.”

Jennifer called the waitress again to add to our order.

I put a slice of steak in my mouth and chewed it a few times.

“That girl earlier… Loren? Are you going to make her your wife?”

“Hmm? Well… probably? I quite liked her. It’d be a shame to let her go.”

“Hee.”

“Why? Didn’t you like her?”

“Well, her reaction was a bit underwhelming? That’s the feeling. I don’t think she could lead a normal life.”

In the end, she didn’t react much, just drooling. She probably can’t handle a normal life.

She probably won’t be satisfied with masturbation or even ordinary sex either.

Even if she finds another futanari, she’ll probably just be disappointed.

Unless it’s another alpha-type futanari like me or Jennifer, she won’t be satisfied.

“Well, that’s that. How about that puppy you’re getting? You said you are.”

“Yeah, that’s great. I’ve only been with her for two days… but I’ve made sure she can’t go back to her old life.”

“Haha. Really? Introduce me to her sometime.”

“If you come to Korea.”

I answered Jennifer, pushing the finished plates to the side.

I could feel my stomach slowly filling. The gradual feeling of satiety put me in a good mood.

“Speaking of which, have you applied for pet registration?”

“…Ah.”

“You have to do it before it’s too late, or you might lose her.”

“Ugh, it’s such a hassle.”

“Haha. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’ve already reached an understanding.”

There are two ways to keep someone as a ‘pet.’

One is with the tacit permission of a lover or spouse. The other is through official government recognition.

In the latter case, the person surrenders their human rights. The government declares, “This person is an animal.”

The application requires only three things: the owner’s signature, the pet’s signature, and a small fee. About 3 to 4 thousand. It’s to instill a sense of responsibility in treating someone as an animal or because many people applied and then abandoned them.

“Even if I lose her, I could get her back easily.”

“But it’s better to be sure, right? It could even lead to a lawsuit.”

“Ugh, yeah… I should apply online when I get back.”

The conversation would stop, then start again.

It was a nonsensical conversation, but it was inevitable since our daily lives were almost identical.

Jennifer spent a lot of time at home with her wives, and my days were all the same except for recently getting a new puppy.

“Oh, have you thought about doing broadcasting?”

“Broadcasting?”

“Yeah. The viewers’ response has been far better than expected. Or Twitter, maybe? You should at least have an SNS account?”

“I don’t really do that kind of thing…”

That wasn’t something I had considered.

“If you post pictures on SNS, I think the response would be good. It would be easier to find women, too.”

“Hee…”

“Look at me. I get messages every day. ‘Can I meet you just once?’ ‘Are you interested in group sex?’… More than 20 of my wives I met that way.”

Jennifer showed me her account.

An inbox with 999 messages, a home screen filled with flesh-toned images. She mostly posted pictures and videos of herself and her wives and of women she’d slept with.

The most recent video showed me and Loren.

Mmm, that’s kinda hot.

I tapped the plate with the knife in my hand.

The waitress nearby flinched.

“Hey, come here for a second.”

“Yes, yes?”

“Come closer.”

The woman with orange hair and freckles approached us.

I grabbed her waist, pulled her hair, and kissed her.

A sudden kiss. Yet, she readily accepted my tongue filling her mouth.

“Mmm, mmm. Mmph, mmm…”

“Hah, not bad.”

“Hah, mmm… hah, mmmm.”

“Keep your mouth open.”

I pulled her closer, and she sat on my lap.

Her thick, firm thighs, and her waist began to move. Continuously mixing our tongues, I pressed down on her back.

“Hnggh❤︎”

“Don’t bite your lip.”

I warned her, kissing her again, as she tried to open her mouth to breathe. I pushed my long, thick tongue deep into her mouth, completely filling it.

“…I’m getting excited. Seriously.”

“Phahaa, choose someone suitable.”

“I will. Heeeng. Ah, that one would be good.”

Jennifer got up and approached a woman who was looking at the counter. The woman, who was intently watching us, started waving her hands, saying she had a boyfriend.

Of course, that excuse didn’t work on Jennifer.

“Mmph, pfuu. Mmph. Soop. Swaap❤︎”

“Hnggh❤︎ Mbuuup❤︎ Chublrlup❤︎ Kkeuk, hwaaaah❤︎”

I could hear the sound of our saliva mixing.

My pants were getting wet.

“Sook❤︎ Mmph❤︎ Heuk, haeng❤︎”

“Pfuuuh. Hah. Horny, are you?”

“He, heeeeng❤︎ Haaang❤︎”

I lightly patted her pelvic area, and she started to tremble.

I kissed her several times until we both reached climax, her pants soaking wet.

“S-sorry… I’m s-sorry… hah, mmm…”

“Feeling good?”

“Y-yes… I feel… good…”

“Is that so? Then… How about this?”

Kwuuk.

I gently pressed her lower abdomen.

Her waist immediately bucked. She arched her neck and moaned.

“Haaaaah❤︎ Hah, haeeeng…❤︎”

“Kkeueeng, let’s stop. Honey❤︎”

“What? It’s over already?” I asked, setting her down next to me, exhausted.

“She fainted after a few touches? Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, well, kind of?”

“Pffff, I’ll take care of you later at home. Let’s go.”

Nodding, I stood up and followed Jennifer.

The eyes of people around us focused on us.

Looking around, I noticed the atmosphere of the whole restaurant had turned strange. Couples were exchanging burning glances, and some were even leaving mid-meal.

The female employees were fidgeting, and the male employees couldn’t get up from their seats. Other futanari, the inferior kind, were eyeing the female waitresses with lustful looks.

The restaurant’s atmosphere had instantly transformed into a brothel.

Jennifer and I looked at each other and laughed for a moment.

“Pff, shall we go?”

“Shall we? Honey.”

Jennifer pulled out a wad of cash from her wallet and stuffed it into the pockets of the collapsed waitresses.

It looked like way more than the cost of our food. Maybe she felt it wasn’t too much for the service we got?

“Kkeueeng, still… got my strength back.”

“Let’s go quickly; I’m in a hurry now.”

“Haeeeng… I might get pregnant tonight.”

Jennifer said that, looking at my crotch.

Smiling, I linked arms with her and rested my head on her shoulder as we walked.