D-1 to the Special Broadcast
Time had passed once more since then, now just one day before the special broadcast.
After handling two more jobs on top of the one with Assistant Manager Soharin, her days in the Aftercare Department had come to an end before she knew it.
"What the hell are you, really?"
"What's that supposed to mean all of a sudden?"
"Hmmm."
In one corner of the first-floor lobby's in-house cafe, Do Yoonseo muttered as she took a sip of her Americano, which had three extra shots added.
"It's weird, you know."
"So, what's weird?"
Yoon Seoha replied after sipping her lemonade.
"That Soharin girl. What happened between you two?"
"...Huh? Harin unnie?"
"Yeah. Come to think of it, she's been showing up in the mornings consistently for the past week? That chronic oversleeper?"
"Has she?"
Yoon Seoha responded indifferently.
Something had happened, but there was no reason to spill it. It was a secret between just her and Yoon Seoha, after all.
No matter how much Yoon Seoha liked and relied on Do Yoonseo, that was that, and this was this.
"The girl who always dragged in during the afternoon even on her good days did punctual morning check-ins for a whole week. At first, I thought she'd finally grown up."
Crossing her legs, Do Yoonseo's sharp gaze fixed on Yoon Seoha.
"But the moment her last day ended, boom—late again. And today, she barely crawled in late afternoon?"
"Hmmm. So, does that mean Harin unnie only comes in to work a few hours?"
"Well, yeah. Her place is right next door, and she usually crashes in the on-call room anyway. Our company's on-call rooms are pretty nice, huh?"
"True, they're on par with a decent hotel suite."
Yoon Seoha stirred her lemonade with the straw, recalling the on-call room she'd seen last time.
It wasn't quite five-star, but it could easily rival a four-star hotel suite. Plush beds, a fridge stocked with drinks and premium liquor, even an induction cooktop for whipping up meals anytime.
And the attached bathroom even had a tub big enough for two or more.
"Though lately, people say the smell doesn't air out properly."
"Ah... Yeah, Senior Hye-won mentioned that too. She said the cum and pussy juice stench is driving her insane."
"Even the Aftercare girls are complaining like that?"
Do Yoonseo's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Yoon Seoha nodded with a faint wry smile.
She pictured Hye-won griping that no matter how much they cleaned and aired it out, the smell lingered, and Chaeyun—god knows when she'd snuck in—cooing that just breathing in there made her womb tingle so good. And the Aftercare staff chuckling at the two of them.
Harin unnie hiding in the corner, ears flushed red and holding her breath... she was so cute.
Seeing her so anxious about getting caught made Yoon Seoha want to pounce right then and there.
She'd tried her best not to get found out, sure. But... did she not realize her behavior only made her more suspicious?
"...But anyway."
"Yeah?"
"'Harin unnie'?"
"...Ah."
This damn mouth of hers.
"So something did happen!"
"No way."
"Then why call her unnie!"
"We were together for a whole week? It just stuck from calling her that privately."
At that, Do Yoonseo's eyes narrowed even sharper.
"What about me?"
"Huh?"
"Me! Why don't you call me unnie!"
"...Eh?"
Thwack! Do Yoonseo slammed the table and stood, looming over Yoon Seoha as she shouted.
"That girl gets 'unnie' after just one week! I've been with you almost a whole month! But you're calling me 'Manager' and her 'unnie'!"
"Hmm."
"My body's way more grown-up than hers!"
"...Well, that's true."
Yoon Seoha's eyes drifted to Do Yoonseo's chest.
It was violently huge no matter how many times she saw it.
After her own body changed, she hadn't put much stock in breast size, but staring at that massive lump of fat still left a nagging unease somewhere. Or... was it her imagination that her own chest felt a bit bigger lately?
"Her behavior is so..."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
Yoon Seoha couldn't quite bring herself to say it acted all little-sisterish, so she just smiled and promised to try.
"...It's not fair."
Watching Yoon Seoha's smile, Do Yoonseo muttered something incomprehensible again as she sat back down.
The Americano with three extra shots. An hour after ordering, half still remained, and she stirred it with the straw while grumbling.
"Too bitter."
"Well, why'd you add three shots then?"
"I've been low on caffeine lately."
"Huh? Something going on in the department?"
Did the Futanari Department even have busywork?
Yoon Seoha furrowed her brow. No matter how she racked her brain, nothing came to mind that would demand extra caffeine.
Most grunt work was handled by Onahole Department, admin like accounting split between Aftercare, Video, and Grooming. Bluntly put, Futanari Department's only "job" was heading out on a named dispatch and fucking to their heart's content.
Even the reports we file are basically picture diaries.
Looking at it that way, it really was the cushiest department.
"It's just..."
Do Yoonseo hesitated unusually before speaking.
What could it be? Curiosity bubbled up relentlessly.
"We've been getting way too many named dispatches lately."
"...?"
"No, listen!"
As Yoon Seoha shot her a what-about-it look, Do Yoonseo launched into an indignant rant.
"Sure, BB, the execs, and the three fixed onaholes—I get that! But on top of those, we're getting more than double the usual random names! By the time I get back, there's already a new one waiting!"
"Others would cry blood tears hearing that."
"I wanna rest!"
"Not my fault if you get stabbed."
She was the one who'd said most people don't even get one dispatch a year.
So she should just be grateful instead of whining—her complaints made Yoon Seoha's eyes twitch.
"It's something others want but can't have?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Then just say thanks and take it. You're raking in cash."
"I've already made plenty!"
Do Yoonseo leaned back against her chair.
"Even blowing millions a day, my balance keeps growing."
"How much you got anyway?"
"Maybe sell a building."
"Jeez..."
It was such an absurd worry, it made the one fretting look like an idiot.
She couldn't even get dispatches because of rotation.
"I wanna get some names too?"
"The company girls eat well enough."
"Instant vs. wild-caught—same thing?"
"Our girls would cry hearing that."
Do Yoonseo bit into her fresh muffin.
"The part-timer's cute."
"Oh, part-timer? Thought she was full-time and got hopeful."
"Hmmm. Doesn't really matter."
"True."
Yoon Seoha plucked a bit from Do Yoonseo's muffin and popped it in her mouth.
It was surprisingly good. Not too sweet, perfect for a snack.
"Seoha."
"Yeah?"
"Hmmm. Just wanted to say it."
Yoon Seoha stared at her blankly for a moment.
A pretty face with a faint smile came into view.
The two gazed at each other silently for a brief moment,
"Pfft."
"Hehe."
before bursting into laughter soon after.
The conversation continued after that. Not work stuff, but casual daily chit-chat.
Pointless talk with zero nutrition, yet perfect for killing time.
Laughing, chatting, laughing some more as time flew by.
Since both had free days, they lost track chatting away.
By the time the ice in their drinks melted and the once-bitter coffee hit just the right taste for Do Yoonseo's palate.
"And last time... Huh?"
Viiiing— Do Yoonseo's phone buzzed.
She scowled, annoyed at the interruption, but glanced at the text and quickly grinned mischievously.
"Seoha."
"Yeah?"
"About the rotation—looks like the order's changing."
"Oh?"
Do Yoonseo texted back as she spoke.
"Was supposed to be Grooming after Video, but Video first now."
"Something up with Grooming?"
"Nah. Issue's on the Video side."
Do Yoonseo showed her phone screen crammed with messages. From a newbie—female, judging by the tone—overflowing with worshipful phrases and extreme honorifics, fan-girling hard.
Stripping away the flowery excess, it boiled down to that.
The special feature stars: Yoon Seoha, Baek Seojun,
and
Anastasia Ivanovna Volkova.
It had been a while since she'd seen that name.
"Heh. Sounds fun."
"Right?"
"Yeah. Looking forward to it."
Yoon Seoha replied, finishing her fully melted lemonade.
Tomorrow was shaping up to be exciting.