The Illusion of Normalcy
"Welcome. I am Lee Su-yeon from the Administration Department, and I will be guiding you on your tour today. It is a pleasure to meet you."
After touring the Biology Department, we finally arrived at the Administration Department.
The moment we stepped onto the floor, a female employee greeted us with her hands clasped neatly in front of her.
She wore a crisp white blouse paired with an H-line black skirt, and an employee ID badge hung around her neck. Unlike the staff in other departments who wore maid uniforms, seeing her in ordinary office attire put me at ease.
It wasn't just the clothing. After the laboratories reeking of blood, the showrooms displaying humans as merchandise, and the pitch-black spaces crawling with monsters whose forms were barely recognizable, the sight of a normal corporate environment felt like a balm to my frayed nerves.
Inside the office, employees in white shirts bustled about, typing at computers and answering phones. Strangely, the entire space was staffed exclusively by women, yet everything unfolded exactly as one would expect in any ordinary company.
They filled out documents, printed them, and sought approval from their superiors—the classic corporate routine. After the relentless parade of horrifying scenes, this mundane sight offered a strange sense of relief, as though my battered mind was finally receiving treatment.
"Is something the matter?"
The female employee asked when she noticed me staring blankly at my surroundings.
"Ah, no. It's just—"
I stopped mid-sentence when I spotted what looked like a barcode tattooed on her neck.
"Don't tell me…"
"Kyahaha! This one's definitely human."
The man beside me casually slung an arm around her shoulders and gave her head a few playful taps. When he went so far as to roughly grab her chest, I felt a jolt of shock at his brazen rudeness.
"Kihihit— Curious why she has a barcode on her neck, why this department looks so normal, and why it's staffed entirely by women?"
As I listened to his explanation, I observed her closely. Even while he manhandled her body so crudely, she merely smiled without so much as glancing at him. She reminded me of the dolls I'd seen in the Merchandise Department, yet he had insisted she was human, which only made his casual treatment of her all the more unsettling.
"Everyone working in the Administration Department has been brainwashed."
He smirked and spoke loudly enough for the entire office to hear. None of the women reacted. They simply continued their work in silence, as though he didn't exist.
"What?"
"This is your specialty, isn't it? Brainwashing."
He pointed at me with one hand while the other continued kneading the employee's chest like a toy.
"Kyahat— Compared to the other departments you've seen, the Administration Department's work is simple enough that they can just use humans. Of course, since this isn't exactly a normal company, they need people who'll keep its secrets. That's why they bring in brainwashed humans and put them to work."
Brainwashing could alter memories and perception. I knew that better than anyone.
"So all these people were forced—"
"No. Our company may be trash beyond imagination, but it still has a minimum standard of rationality. These women all signed away their bodies after borrowing money they couldn't repay. We're rehabilitating these subhuman females and making them work. More precisely, we're having them repay their debts—though the amounts are so large they'll never finish before they die. In short, they're no different from slaves. Still, they're relatively fortunate. Thanks to the brainwashing, they don't even realize they're slaves. Instead, they live believing that working for the company is the greatest happiness, that it's their entire reason for living. Look at their faces."
Following his words, I looked around again. The voices I'd thought sounded human now felt off. Their conversations were dry and mechanical, limited strictly to work matters. No emotion, no idle chatter. Yet their faces were frozen in perpetual smiles, completely at odds with their emotionless tones. Whether typing, answering phones, or discussing tasks, every woman radiated a deep, almost addictive sense of fulfillment from their work.
Understanding that this unnatural joy stemmed from brainwashing, I felt no sympathy. If this was the consequence of their own choices, then so be it.
"Why are they all young women?"
"It's the Branch Manager's preference—the highest-ranking person in this building. Originally, that old— Kehet! The Branch Manager wanted to use children. But no matter how simple the work is, you can't put kids on office tasks. Especially not in a department that controls company operations; even a single mistake could cause massive problems. So the Branch Manager compromised on young, pretty women. The reason? Simple. They're nice to look at. You'd rather watch young women with great figures in tight skirts swaying their hips in front of you than a bunch of men working, right?"
He let out a vulgar laugh. I couldn't deny it, much as it irritated me. Except for one detail.
"Children?"
"Kihihit, you'll see when you meet them. You know you're meeting the Branch Manager for a face-to-face consultation after the tour, right? You'll find out then. Tsk— These people insist on following pointless human customs. Damn old geezers… Keht."
I ignored his grumbling and turned to the female employee guiding us, my gaze now different.
"What is the barcode for?"
"It's a mark identifying defective or low-grade workers among those assigned here. Or those with flaws. Since disposing of them directly would be awkward, we mark them visibly with barcodes. It means any employee can do whatever they want with them."
"Whatever they want?"
"Exactly as it sounds. You can fuck them right here if you like. Or use them as a punching bag to vent your anger. If you're annoyed, you can even kill them. Sometimes when I'm hungry, I come down here and eat the brains of the ones with barcodes. If I just leave the bodies, they'll clean them up themselves, so there's no need to worry about the aftermath. Or if you want, I can wait while you have a go."
He lifted the employee's skirt. Her pink panties, visible beneath flesh-colored stockings, were exposed to the air, yet she continued smiling serenely.
Watching the scene made my head throb again. In the end, this place wasn't normal either. It was simply madness masquerading as normalcy.
"Let's finish the tour quickly."
"Kihihit— How boring. Then I'll just eat some brains later."
"Would you like me to assist with the tour?"
Despite having overheard our entire conversation, the employee smiled and spoke calmly. When I gave a small nod, she took the lead.
"Although it's collectively called the Administration Department, it is actually divided into several specialized sections. This area handles post-processing work, mainly dealing with issues that arise during operations—"
As we walked through the office, she continued her polite explanations. Her skirt remained hiked up from earlier, leaving her stockings and panties exposed to the cool air. Yet none of the other employees passing by made any comment about it.
"Kihi— This is so damn boring."
While listening to her explanation, the man suddenly placed a hand on his head and spoke in an irritated voice.
"I'm bored. Want me to show you something fun?"
He flashed me a mischievous grin, then stopped abruptly and shouted before I could stop him.
"You irredeemable idiots!! Spread your legs and cum right now!"
His voice echoed through the entire office, drawing every woman's gaze toward him. Just as I frowned at his sudden, incomprehensible madness—
"Ugh♥"
A bitch-like moan came from right beside me. When I turned, the female employee seated next to us had suddenly spread her legs wide. Her skirt rode up naturally, revealing black lace panties beneath her stockings.
"Guhhooo♥"
Her eyes rolled upward in an ahegao expression as she opened her mouth wide and began letting out bizarre moans. Something had suddenly invaded her body, making her legs twitch up and down. Then—
Squelch—
A liquid seeped out between her stockings and dripped onto the floor beneath her chair, as though she were wetting herself.
She wasn't the only one.
"Gohooo♥♥"
"Kyaa—♥"
"S-So much…♥♥"
Every single female employee in the office began spreading her legs and climaxing in unison. Lewd moans erupted from all directions, filling the space with a heated, obscene madness.
Imagine it: every woman in the office sitting at her desk, legs spread, faces twisted in ahegao as they all orgasmed simultaneously.
As I stared in disbelief at the deranged scene, he approached me with a grin.
"Kyahahat—!! Fun, right!? Isn't it fun—!? Kyahahaha!! It's like an easter egg the brainwashed employees planted in these women. There are plenty more. I'll tell you later. Kihihit!"
I sighed and shook my head. It was an amusing sight, but not to my taste.
"The tour is now complete. It is time for your scheduled meeting with the Branch Manager."
Once the tour finally ended, the employee smiled and guided us to a massive door bearing a plaque that read "Branch Manager's Office."
Seeing it, I had to steel my exhausted mind. I was about to meet the highest-ranking person in this building—not the chairman or president, but the leader of tens of thousands of employees within these walls. It was only natural to want to make a good impression; at the very least, I didn't want to get on their bad side.
"This is as far as I go. I'll wait outside while I eat this one's brain. Let me know when you're done."
"You can go ahead."
I watched with a complicated expression as he patted the tour guide's head in front of the door.
"Kyahat— Why so cold? I even guided you all the way here like a good senior."
"I'll be going now."
"How heartless~ Kihihit!!"
Leaving his vulgar words behind, I stood before the Branch Manager's door.
Hoo—
I took a deep breath, straightened my clothes, and knocked.
Knock knock.
"Enter."
……?
The voice from inside belonged to a middle-aged man, yet it sounded like a young girl's. The mismatch made me tilt my head in confusion before opening the door.
Creak—
"Welcome. You must be Yoon Seung-woo."
The moment I opened the door, I saw a girl. A blonde child in a maid outfit who looked about ten years old. She sat in her chair with her legs crossed in an arrogant posture, smiling at me.
At first, I thought I had entered the wrong room. There was no way this child could be the Branch Manager by any common sense.
"What are you standing there for? Have a seat."
Yet the girl's words mocked my common sense.
Good heavens…
Though inwardly shocked, I quickly composed myself, bowed my head belatedly, and sat before her. As I tried to calm my nerves and greet her first, the girl spoke.
"What are your thoughts on lolicon?"
"…Pardon?"
"I asked what you think of pedophiles."
Thinking I had misheard, I blinked at the girl—no, the Branch Manager—in silence. The Branch Manager smiled and waited for my answer.
I hadn't misheard.
Throb—
The headache I had barely managed to suppress began to return.