Melting into Lust: The Rotation Program
Early? Late? While working at the company on the rotation program, she was melting into lust day by day.
It was a life light-years away from the corporate routine she'd imagined at first. Of course, that didn't mean she had any intention of switching to some new, respectable company now.
If she did, she'd surely be even more miserable than before.
"Seoha."
"Ah, Section Chief."
She'd just leisurely finished writing up her report. With nothing else to do, she was thinking of heading to the basement gym when Do Yoonseo approached and spoke up.
"It's almost been a month since you started, right?"
"Yeah... Next week it'll be exactly one."
"Already? Time flies."
"Tell me about it."
What could be called "work"—actual dispatches—had come only twice in that month. The rest of the time was spent slacking off at the company, joining orgies, using the other onahole bitches around the office, or fucking her dedicated onahole at home. One of those four.
"When I first became a futanari, the future looked pitch black."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, but... now I'm ridiculously happy."
"Heh. Well, that's what matters, isn't it?"
Do Yoonseo smiled brightly at Yoon Seoha's words.
Yoon Seoha nodded in agreement. After all, she was happy now.
"Anyway, the point is this."
"What's this?"
"Hmm, you know what a rotation program is?"
"Th-that thing where you rotate through departments to learn stuff? I've heard of it."
Cycling through different departments outside your own to pick up various tasks. It was a trope that popped up now and then in manga or novels set in companies.
"Yeah. Normally it's for newbies around the two-month mark... but you're a bit different, aren't you?"
"Huh?"
"Two dispatches in your first month—one of them's video just hit a million views, and the other one's closing in on nine hundred thousand. Plus, you've got your own dedicated onahole."
"Uh..."
"And you're popping into executive meetings left and right."
"That's because you told me to come..."
Do Yoonseo chuckled.
"Who actually shows up just because they're told?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
"And word is you're fucking every onahole in the company whenever you get the chance?"
"Ahaha..."
Do Yoonseo patted Yoon Seoha's head as she spoke.
Her green eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You'll rotate through the three departments excluding Onahole Division. One week each."
"Three departments?"
"Yeah. Aftercare, Beauty, and Video, in that order. Know what they do?"
"Hmm."
Yoon Seoha racked her brain, piecing together the department names and descriptions she'd vaguely remembered. Maybe she'd been too disinterested in the company she worked for.
"Aftercare is..."
"Pfft, forget it, kid."
"Ah... th-that..."
"Hehe. Hardly anyone in Futanari Division even knows. They're all here to rape and vent their lust without a care."
"I see."
Do Yoonseo dragged over a spare chair nearby and sat down, continuing.
"First up, Aftercare Division. Real talk—they're the department we owe the most to."
For example, they cleaned up clients' homes after they got filthy, tidied rape scenes, and even helped broken clients reintegrate into society.
"They're lifesavers."
"Damn right. Staff's a mix of futanari and bitches—about 70-30 ratio."
"Futanari too?"
"Yeah. Some transfer in from Futanari Division."
Better than waiting around for unpredictable dispatches, they figured—might as well use the clients who passed out during cleanup.
"Oh, really?"
"Not you, though."
"Hmm, is it that rare to get dispatched there? Doesn't seem like they have many people."
"Well, yeah."
Do Yoonseo glanced around the empty office.
"Even here, counting the no-shows, we barely hit twenty."
"Then..."
"We've got branches across Korea, but Gold rank and up—the ones eligible for dispatches—are fewer than you'd think."
"Huh."
Do Yoonseo nodded.
"Most are non-members or basic Silver watchers. Even Golds rarely go for named dispatches. Split those few onaholes by region, and yeah, it's sparse."
"Ahh, got it."
"Once they try it, though, they keep coming back."
As Do Yoonseo spoke, Yoon Seoha recalled her first dispatch—the onahole whose name she could barely remember now.
She must've been Seoha's seventh or eighth.
"It's addictive."
"Sure is."
Do Yoonseo didn't deny it.
It was the truth.
"Anyway, got sidetracked. Back to department intros."
The sleepy tangent snapped back on track.
"Beyond cleanup, Aftercare handles office hygiene, repairs damaged onaholes, that sort of thing."
"Repairs?"
"Even if regular guys are the main clients, futanari customers exist. Failed applicants go hard on onahole staff sometimes."
"Makes sense."
Do Yoonseo nodded and pressed on.
"Lately, with those Mutubers experimenting aggressively, they fix those up too."
"Anything else?"
"They handle legal cleanup too. Vice President's got a whole legal team under them."
Yoon Seoha's eyes widened a bit at Do Yoonseo's words.
"That's a huge department."
"Yeah. Biggest in the company by size."
"Hmm."
"Next, Beauty Division. Straightforward—makes and sells cosmetics, health foods, adult toys."
Adult toys made sense, but cosmetics and health foods? They felt out of place for the company.
"The Big Tits Pill series is their pride and joy. Sold in limited quantities to Diamond rank and up."
"Diamond rank?"
"Yeah. There used to be other ways to get 'em, but that got axed a few years back."
"...I see."
Yoon Seoha looked a little deflated. Do Yoonseo eyed her suspiciously, unsure why the reaction.
"Last one's Video Division."
"They make the videos on the homepage?"
"Yep. Company promos, porn uploads—produce and edit 'em."
Do Yoonseo showed her the app used for work.
"Recording starts automatically on dispatch, right? Goes to Video, gets edited, then hits the site."
"That's it?"
"Hell no."
They also did hidden cams, kidnapping/rape videos, Q&A, behind-the-scenes—mostly for high-rank members. Collaborations with Aftercare, Futanari, and Onahole staff.
"Anyway, that's the intro. Rotation starts next week—get ready."
"Got it... Ah."
"Hm? What?"
"No, uh... so no dispatches during rotation?"
"Pretty much. Disappointed?"
"Obviously."
The bold reply made Do Yoonseo burst out laughing.
"Pfft, hahaha! Yeah, it sucks. Totally."
"...Ah."
"Hehe, don't worry. You'll probably get promoted after this rotation."
"Huh?"
Yoon Seoha's voice came out dazed, flustered. No hint of a joke.
"After staff is... right, assistant manager. Yoon Assistant Manager? Pfft."
"P-promotion?"
"Yeah. Congrats—your meeting attendance paid off."
"...Ah."
Do Yoonseo chuckled again.
"Damn, not even a full month in... wait, post-rotation makes it two? Anyway. First to hit assistant manager in two months."
"...Thank you."
"Thank the execs upstairs, not me."
"You invited me to the meetings. And gratitude to onaholes? Please. BB's one thing."
Do Yoonseo just smiled at Yoon Seoha's retort. No disagreement there.
"Fair. They're just bootlicking to impress us anyway."
"Right?"
"Yeah. Let's make 'em go harder next meeting."
"Hehe. Can't wait."
Conversation done, Yoon Seoha stood.
Time for that gym trip—work out a bit, and use some of those muscled onaholes while at it.
"Hm?"
Waiting in the hallway for the elevator, a voice drifted in through an open window.
"Respect women's rights! We are not onaholes!"
What the hell was that?