The Flower-Brained Protester
If there's a protest, we call the police.
Startled by the voice coming from outside the window, Yoon Seoha hurried down to the first floor.
The lobby on the first floor was already crowded with employees.
Pushing through the throng of staff, she stepped outside and caught sight of the protester.
"Respect women's rights! We are not onaholes!! Respect women's rights!!!"
A woman was bellowing incomprehensible nonsense at the top of her lungs. Her pink hair glittered in the sunlight, and the megaphone in her hand amplified the deafening noise across the area.
Yoon Seoha glanced behind her and scanned the surroundings.
Most of the employees out there were onaholes, so she wanted to gauge their reactions.
"What the hell is that crazy bitch rambling about?"
The response was colder than she'd imagined.
An onahole with purple hair spat on the ground and muttered.
"Is her head a flower garden or something? Who the fuck does she think she is, yapping about women's rights?"
"Not onaholes... Why's she denying us?"
"Right? If we're not onaholes, then what are we?"
A frigid reaction. No, if it had only been cold, that might have been a relief.
Some onaholes were openly sneering in contempt.
"Who the hell does she think she is, trying to steal my happiness?"
"Hu... human rights? Do toys have human rights?"
"W-We originally have human rights."
"...Really?"
"Yeah."
"Whoa."
What the hell was that?
Yoon Seoha scratched her head.
She never would have dreamed someone would protest alone in front of a company like this—one that still had lingering urban legend vibes online. If it had been a group, at least she'd think they had some backing.
Maybe some politician's youngest daughter?
Nah, probably not.
No matter how dumb chaebol or power-broker daughters came off in dramas, it wasn't this level.
"She's gonna get herself arrested at this rate."
As she watched the protester with pitying eyes, a phone call rang out from nearby.
"Hello? Deputy Manager? Where's the Section Chief? Oh... maternity leave. Yeah, yeah. No, we need you to come down for a sec. Yeah, yeah, it's a protest. What? No, just one person. Yeah, okay."
With a heavy sigh, the woman ended the call and started walking forward. Irritation was plastered across her face, her fist clenching like it was gathering all that frustration.
The area fell silent, everyone thinking, Isn't that dangerous?
Slap—!
A sharp crack echoed through the crowd.
"...Ugh?"
"You fucking bitch."
A voice dripping with murderous intent leaked out.
"Who the hell are you to take away our happiness?"
"...Wh-what?"
"Fuck, what if we get fired because of you?"
"I-I'm just here for women's rights..."
"Rights? Hey. We're happy."
The onahole gestured around her.
"Getting treated like onaholes here, fucked till our wombs break, knocked up by superior seed—it's great."
"...What?"
"But what? Rights violation? Not onaholes?"
Ha, the onahole scoffed.
"We are onaholes."
Cheers erupted from the crowd. Whistles and applause rang out.
The protester looked around with trembling eyes. Shock, contempt, fear—a black vortex of emotions swirled around her.
"Cr... crazy..."
Like she'd witnessed something incomprehensible, she wore a terrified expression. She backed away step by step, gauging the mood.
"Hiiik—!"
In the end, tears welling up, she turned to flee,
"Kyaaak!"
With a thud, she collided with a police officer who had appeared out of nowhere.
"P-Police?! H-Help me! Everyone here is insane...!"
Click. A sharp metallic sound rang out.
"Huh?"
"Is this the protester bitch?"
"Yup. That's her."
The protester stared up at the cop in a daze.
Upon closer inspection, her uniform was off. The skirt was way too short—underwear flashed with every move—and the exposure level was more stripper than cop. Chewing gum sloppily, she looked less like police and more like a "cop cosplay whore."
"P... Police...?"
"When's the person in charge getting here?"
"Just called her... Oh, there she comes."
Both women's eyes turned to the same spot.
Yoon Seoha instinctively followed their gaze.
"Yaaawn... Mornin' already and I'm still so... sleepy...?"
"The sun's already high in the sky, Deputy Manager."
"If I'm awake, it's morning... duh."
A petite woman with white hair and gray eyes. Called the deputy manager, she shuffled over in worn slippers toward the protester.
"Hmm?"
"Oh, hi."
"Ah... You're Seoha, right?"
"...Yeah."
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she grinned and patted Yoon Seoha's back.
"I'm Soharin, deputy manager of the Aftercare Department. We're starting work together next week."
"Oh, right. Nice to meet you."
"Mmm. Nice to meet you too~."
Wiping tears from her eyes, she shuffled forward again. Yawning widely while untangling her messy hair, she looked down at the protester on the ground.
"Been a while since someone came to protest."
"Yeah, it's been forever."
"'Cause there haven't been any since you."
"Pfft, that was ages ago."
A soft, gentle voice.
Soharin rummaged in the pocket of her oversized white gown and pulled something out.
"Mmm."
She popped what looked like a vitamin into her mouth, then turned to the slutty cop.
"Take her to the underground lab."
"Yessir!"
"Thanks as always."
"Aww, ain't that what we do?"
The protester shrieked and thrashed in resistance. Soharin gazed down at her coldly, stretching with a soft groan.
"Gonna go back to sleep."
"You've been sleeping non-stop since yesterday?"
"Gonna sleep more."
"That's why you're not growing taller."
"...Isn't it usually the opposite?"
"They say oversleeping stunts your growth too."
At the onahole's words, Soharin whipped around in surprise.
"R-Really?"
"Who knows?"
"...Huh?"
"How should I know? I was just teasing."
"You little—!"
The onahole snickered at the fuming Soharin, who grabbed her clothes and growled quietly.
"You. After this, come to my office. I'm gonna wreck your pussy."
"...Hic."
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"...And that's what happened."
"Heh."
On the way home in Do Yoonseo's car, Yoon Seoha recounted the morning's events.
"Happens sometimes. With those flower-brained types."
"Oh, the onaholes said that too."
"Yeah? Back in the day, they'd come in groups, but not so much anymore. Just call the cops a few times, and it's handled."
"Groups?"
Do Yoonseo nodded at Yoon Seoha's question.
"Yup. Human rights commission types or whatever. Yapping about women's rights, showing up as a group."
"Must've been a hassle."
"Eh, free labor from our side, so it was easy."
"...Huh?"
Red light. As the car stopped, Do Yoonseo turned to Yoon Seoha, her green eyes gleaming.
"Didn't you see today? Especially that one who reacted so smoothly."
"Oh... yeah. There was."
"Heh heh, bet she's one of the protesters from back then. We cherry-picked the cute faces and hot bodies for jobs."
"...I see."
Not sure what to say, Yoon Seoha just smiled awkwardly. Just when she thought she'd gotten used to it, something utterly outside common sense would pop up again.
"Anyway, just call the cops, and it's done."
"True."
"Those are usually illegal protests anyway. Cops make it easy. They're on our side regardless."
Yoon Seoha nodded. They'd gotten police help today too. Well, a slightly different kind of police, but still on the same team.
"By the way, the protester—pink hair, right?"
"Pardon?"
"Pink hair?"
"Oh... yeah. Pink."
Recalling the morning's scene, Yoon Seoha nodded.
"Figures. Girls with naturally pink hair are always missing a few screws somewhere."
"..."
"Flower-brained types usually have pink hair too. Lost in their own world, causing trouble everywhere."
"Ah, okay."
Yoon Seoha stared blankly at Do Yoonseo.
"What? Why the weird look?"
"Hm, nothing. Really."
"...Yeah? Anyway. Watch out for pink-haired girls. Especially ones with big tits. Higher chance they're hopeless maso sluts."
"I... see."
Yoon Seoha glanced at Do Yoonseo's ample chest.
"Huh? What's with you? Staring weird since earlier."
"No, no. Nothing."
"...You're acting strange."
Do Yoonseo's car pulled up to the house, but the puzzled look in Yoon Seoha's eyes didn't fade.