Shocking Reunion at Snow Bunny Club
The next morning after the Snow Bunny Club visit.
Yoon Seoha arrived at the Video Department and spotted An Juri bustling about with preparations.
"What's going on?"
"...Huh? Oh! Honey! Good morning!"
"Yeah, good morning to you too."
Spotting Yoon Seoha, she flashed a bright smile. As she stuffed her camera and notebook into her bag, she said,
"Perfect timing. Come with me!"
"W-wait, what?"
"Hurry up!"
"O-okay..."
Pulled along by An Juri's hand, Yoon Seoha found herself heading right back outside. She had no idea where they were going, but once they were in the car and it started moving, she finally managed to speak.
"...So. Where are we headed?"
"Snow Bunny Club."
"Snow Bunny... Hmm, I've heard that name somewhere..."
An Juri grinned at Yoon Seoha's puzzled head-scratching and let go of the steering wheel.
"On a broad level, it means white women who crave sex with black people. On a narrower one, it's the nightclub run mainly by black futanari in the States."
"Nightclub... Oh, that one that set up shop in America? The rival company or whatever."
"Yep. Spot on."
It was the story of rival companies that Section Chief Yoon had mentioned once—two firms dubbed kings of Russia and America.
Of course, they were only "kings" regionally; globally, they weren't even in the same league, from what she'd heard...
"I had no idea they had a branch in Korea."
"Right? Turns out it's been around for about two years. There's one in Incheon, and they've tried expanding a few other places."
The car hummed along on autopilot. An Juri stretched languidly, pulled some documents from her bag, and flipped through them as she spoke.
"Know the backstory of how Snow Bunny Club got started?"
"Nope. First time hearing the name, honestly."
"Back in the '50s—about twenty-odd years ago? Anyway, the overseas branches of Futanari Corporation in America got their heads smashed by antitrust laws."
"...Ah."
An Juri slammed her fist down with a sharp thwack sound from her mouth. Giggling, she flexed her iron-hard fist a few times before continuing.
"Luckily, no tax evasion, so they didn't die completely... But Snow Bunny Club swallowed up the vacuum from that blowup, ballooned in size, and soon enough, we had to pull out of America entirely."
"Scary stuff."
"Right? We got lucky tweaking prostitution laws during our U.S. push—otherwise, it could've tanked headquarters."
"Hmm. What about Russia? No branch there either, right?"
An Juri's face twisted into something between awkward and annoyed at Yoon Seoha's question.
"Ugh. That's a different story."
"Huh?"
"They just lost."
Huh? A question mark popped up over Yoon Seoha's head.
"Mafia showed up and snatched the branch."
"Oh."
"Too messy after that, so we don't even look their way. Besides, everywhere else is ours anyway—no need to reclaim those two."
It made sense. Why bleed out to retake spots when they were thriving as is?
America risked tangling with the government; Russia was pure brute force.
"What a mess."
"Tell me about it. That's the industry for you."
They chatted idly as time passed, and soon the car entered Incheon.
"Been to Incheon before?"
"Once, just a bit of Chinatown."
"Chinatown, huh? Haven't heard that in ages. I went—nothing much, surprised me."
"Yeah. Expected cheongsams and stuff, was kinda disappointed."
Yoon Seoha pouted. Smiling at her, An Juri said,
"Didn't know? They wear cheongsams now."
"For real?"
"Yeah. Cute part-timers, food's improved too."
"Ooh, now I wanna go."
An Juri gently laid her hand on the back of Yoon Seoha's.
"Then... wanna go with me?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Yeah. Let's go together."
"Sounds good. Looking forward to it."
Yoon Seoha beamed back.
Snow Bunny Club.
A nightclub founded by black futanari operating out of America as their base.
True to the name, the staff uniforms were Playboy bunnies—bunny girls. The premium ones serving VIPs wore white reverse bunnies. Main VIPs: black futanari or regular futanari.
"Entrance is plainer than I thought."
"Well, the real deal starts underground."
The visible entrance resembled a standard officetel or shopping arcade—no flashy signs or neon, just a white rabbit plaque on the door.
Stepping inside, a faint lewd scent wafted over them.
"Welcome to Snow Bunny Club! Do you have tickets?"
"Here to see Jaia."
"...F-futa...nari! S-sorry for not recognizing you!"
Handing over her business card, the receptionist bowed 90 degrees. Her mangled words—like she'd bitten her tongue—nearly drew a chuckle.
Ignoring the receptionist's chatter, Yoon Seoha whispered to An Juri,
"Who's Jaia?"
"Head manager here. Incheon branch overseer."
"Hmm."
"Let's head down."
The elevator descended amid growing music. Even at lunchtime, massive beats and cheers echoed.
"Ugh..."
The pounding music made Yoon Seoha wince. It hammered her brain directly.
Would take time to get used to. She took deep breaths, eyes closed.
"You okay?"
"...Yeah. Better now."
Her head still rang, but bearable.
Ding—
The elevator reached the basement. Waiting staff approached as doors opened.
"Thank you for visiting Snow Bunny Club. The head manager is waiting."
"This way."
They entered a lavish reception room.
Wall paintings looked pricey even to a layman—wait, price tags. 5,000 won each.
What? Just decor?
Or the buyer was clueless about art, prioritizing looks over value.
"Hoo, sorry for the wait."
After a moment on the sofa, an inner door opened. A black woman—futanari—in a shower gown approached.
"Jaia Lux."
"An Juri."
"Oh, honor to meet you, Director An. Loved your films."
Jaia extended a hand with a bright smile. An Juri shook it amid fluent English, then sat, pulling out camera, mic, and recorder from her bag.
"Thought we'd sip tea first, but you're all business."
"Am I?"
"Well, this works too... And this one?"
"...Oh. Employee on rotation."
Jaia's eyes widened at An Juri's words.
"Rotation? So, new hire from the futanari department."
She tapped the table thoughtfully, then met An Juri's gaze.
"But Director An, I'd prefer this interview one-on-one."
"Think Seoha can't keep a secret?"
"No, not that. But Ms. An, the best way is to not create secrets in the first place."
"...Hah. Give us a minute."
"Of course."
An Juri sipped her tea, then switched to Korean, eyeing Yoon Seoha.
"Sorry, gotta tour the club first."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Seems my presence bugs them."
"Can't be helped. Anyway..."
Yoon Seoha glanced at Jaia.
"She's pretty deferential. Expected more arrogance."
"Weight class difference is huge. Plus, they grew fat on our blood."
"Hmm."
Meeting An Juri's eyes, Yoon Seoha said,
"I'll poke around the club then."
"Yeah. Sorry for dragging you out for nothing."
"No biggie. But... looking forward to that date later?"
"...W-what? D-date?!"
"Pfft."
Yoon Seoha rose with a light chuckle.
Inside the club, Yoon Seoha's eyes widened at one woman.
A middle-aged woman in the white reverse bunny uniform for VIP service walked by, silver tray in hand, expression blank.
She was more familiar to Yoon Seoha than anyone.
"...Mom?"
"...Ah, son?!"