Rotation Day: Descent to the Underground Lab
Time passed in the Aftercare Department, and rotation day arrived.
“Take good care of me.”
“Oh my.”
With a small yawn, Soharin lifted her white mug and flashed a faint smile.
“Hmm, shall I briefly go over the schedule first?”
Stretching languidly as she rose from her seat, she walked ahead and continued.
“Direct work starts tomorrow. Today’s that thing—you know the girl who protested last time? We’re going to check on her condition.”
“Th-the underground lab?”
“Ah, you remember.”
With a playful smile, Soharin’s eyes curved into half-moons.
“Right, we’re heading to the underground lab.”
The two boarded the elevator and began descending.
“But what’s that you’re drinking?”
“This? Milk.”
“Not coffee?”
“I can’t drink coffee. It’s bitter.”
What could she say—she was exactly as she appeared.
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“You know what our department does, right?”
“Aftercare.”
“Yeah. Simply put, we clean up the aftermath.”
Walking down the long corridor, Yoon Seoha cautiously spoke up.
“By the way, ‘Aftercare’ has a pretty ominous ring to it.”
“Doesn’t it? Of course, it’s the from ‘affair,’ not the from ‘death’... but back in the day, they really did handle literal post-mortem cleanup too.”
“...When?”
“At least a few decades ago.”
Soharin tapped her chin with slender fingers.
“Hmm, around when the company was first founded, I think. They say it took on all the really dirty jobs back then.”
“...Hmm.”
“The department’s unusually large size can’t be unrelated to that legacy.”
To grow the company and emerge from the shadows into the light, rivers of blood had been spilled, they said. Clashes with organized crime and foreign powers, political interference, courtroom battles with citizen groups. Since not everything could be resolved legally, they resorted to dirty tactics.
Soharin explained that the Aftercare Department had always handled the final cleanup of that filth.
“Even now?”
“Yeah.”
“What?”
Yoon Seoha’s eyes widened.
A half-joking remark. She’d wondered a bit, but hearing it straight out was on another level.
“Why do you think we stopped?”
“Well...”
The company had reached a stable phase now.
The only real enemies or competitors were two outfits in Russia and the US playing at emperor games. Even then, on a global scale, it was like the difference between an adult and a child.
Promising political stars and aging vipers were prime customers, and everyone else had some dirt on them.
The citizen groups that had opposed the company had been disbanded one after another, and with multiple revisions to the laws, there was no legal way left to sue a company operating legitimately.
“Haaawm, hehe. I get what you mean.”
A clear voice at odds with her heavy dark circles.
Soharin’s eyes curved into half-moons again as she continued in a voice laced with an odd allure.
“The company truly has no rivals now. The market’s completely ours—no one could argue it’s not a monopoly. The cosmetics and toy businesses have been on track for ages.”
She brushed her tangled hair with a comb as she spoke.
“But that’s no reason to stop.”
“...I see.”
“Scared?”
“A little, yeah. It’s scary.”
Soharin let out a soft chuckle at the honest reply.
“Don’t worry—I’ve got no plans to harm you. Hell, I wouldn’t have told you otherwise.”
“Still...”
Rubbing her goosebumped arms, Yoon Seoha replied.
Catching sight of her protruding pout, Soharin giggled softly.
“We’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on. So I’m getting in your good graces early.”
“...I see.”
“Not under me, but everyone at least at deputy manager level and up expects big things from you.”
Soharin looked up at Yoon Seoha.
A towering height well over 180 cm, a stunning face, captivating brown eyes. The body hidden beneath that black suit was beautifully toned with just the right muscle, and her dick was about the same size as Yoon’s.
For an acquired futanari, it was ridiculously perfect.
“Here we are.”
Below the gym.
Basement level 2.
At the end of the long corridor stood a massive iron door.
“Didn’t expect something like this underground.”
“Yawwwn, they poured a ton of money into it. The pinnacle of modern science and tech, or so they say.”
“Feels like an SF novel.”
“Hehe, a top global corp’s gotta deliver at least this much...”
Soharin swiped her employee ID on the card reader by the iron door. With a beep, the thick door began to slide open.
“Feels like tapping a transit card.”
“Right? Totally.”
Inside unfolded a pristine white space.
A massive laboratory, with what looked like dozens of people bustling about.
In the center stood a woman in a striking blue uniform that stuck out like a sore thumb. Or rather, it was more like a police outfit—or was it?
Where a top should be was a blue bikini, and the skirt was shortened to the max, blatantly exposing her panties.
The only things screaming “police” were the blue police cap and the chest-cutout on the uniform top.
“Oh, you’re heeeere?”
“Why’re you here?”
“Today’s lunch is curryyy.”
“So.”
“Sooo.”
Shoveling in a plate piled high with curry, the policewoman replied.
“Yeah, figures.”
As if it were the most normal thing, Soharin nodded nonchalantly.
“So what’s that you’re drinking? Coffee?”
“Warm milk.”
“Won’t make you taller.”
“It will.”
The policewoman gazed at Soharin with moist eyes.
“Vice manager. Your growth spurt’s over.”
“No it’s not.”
“At 29, no more growing.”
“It is too!”
Soharin hissed like a cat, glaring at the policewoman. Dodging behind a nearby employee, she giggled.
“...Ha. Seriously.”
After glaring for a moment, Soharin refilled her glass with fresh milk and called over an employee.
“Vice manager? You called?”
“Yeah. How’s her status?”
“Hmm, some resistance, depression, and reality denial symptoms.”
“That clears up after a few good poundings. Anything else?”
“Oh, we enlarged her breasts some more.”
Soharin’s eyes widened slightly at the employee’s words. She asked in a dubious tone,
“More... there?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Bigger’s better.”
Her eyes sharpened at the employee’s response.
“You saying mine are small right now?”
“...Uh.”
Thwack.
Soharin’s small fist slammed into the employee’s gut.
“Ogoh♥”
The employee squirted fluids and went down KO. Nearby staff rushed over to tend to her as she convulsed on the floor.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. After repeating a few rounds of that, Soharin downed her milk in one go and turned to Yoon Seoha.
“Follow me. I’ll show you what became of that bitch from last time.”
With that, Soharin strode ahead. Yoon Seoha hurried after her.
Maybe because of the height difference, even starting late, it was tough matching her pace.
“Ah, Vice Manager, hi!”
“Open up.”
“Yep!”
With a mechanical whirr, a door slid open.
“...”
A stark white room.
Through a single glass pane, a woman frozen in a ridiculous pose came into view.
“We made the room as normal as possible. Bed, desk, dumbbells, books, and so on.”
“It’s all white.”
“Turns out that’s convenient in a lot of ways.”
“Fair enough.”
Listening to the employee’s report, Soharin peered at the woman beyond the glass.
“We make her hold that pose for at least four hours a day.”
“That’s fine. But...”
Soharin’s eyes narrowed as she studied the woman.
“Her tits are way too big now.”
“Onahole Department’s got even bigger ones, no?”
“Those creep me out.”
“...They looked fine to me.”
Soharin snorted at Yoon Seoha’s grumbling.
“What’s good about something that throws all sense of proportion out the window?”
“...Jealousy over your own size looks bad on you, Vice Manager.”
“You wanna get punched too? Crawl over here?”
“Eek.”
A sigh escaped.
Shaking her head, she spoke up.
“Know what a magic mirror is?”
“The thing from Japanese porn?”
“Yeah. This is a modified version. Unless we activate it from this side, she can’t see us at all from in there.”
Soharin signaled the employee at the control panel.
Beep beep beep.
Sounds of buttons being pressed echoed, and after a moment, a change rippled across the woman’s vacant expression.
Her unfocused eyes gazing into space sharpened, locking onto them.
“...Y-you goddamn bastards...”
“Filthy mouth.”
“Th-this is a human rights violation! You fucking assholes!”
Tears streaming, she unleashed a furious scream.