Rotation Rejected, Promotion Earned, Island Awaits

So, what now? It got rejected.

What got rejected? Obviously, the rotation.

The rotation program that cycles through a total of three departments. Specifically, it was the beauty department—the second one in line, but moved to last at An Juri's request.

In short:

'Don't come if you have nothing to do.'

"That's fair, though."

Do Yoonseo said this from inside the Futanari Department, perched on her desk with her legs crossed.

"There's nothing for you to do in the beauty department. You don't know paperwork or video editing, right?"

"I can write reports."

"...That thing where you just draw pictures and it turns into a picture diary?"

"That's mean."

Yoon Seoha pouted, turning her head away and shooting Do Yoonseo a slight glare.

Do Yoonseo scratched her cheek and cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to change the subject.

"Well, the beauty department is a bit special. They even shuffled the order initially to discuss 'what to teach you' or something."

"Is that so? ...Yeah, all the other departments were pretty unique too."

For instance, the Aftercare Department practically owned the company. It completely ignored the rule of one department per floor.

Two floors above ground, and who knows how many underground—vast labs stretching out endlessly. No matter how much it contributed to the company, at that scale, one might think the real core of the company wasn't the Futanari Department, but Aftercare.

Video Department ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is voyeurism and exhibitionism...

They filmed dick and pussy promo videos instead of company ads.

"Beauty probably isn't normal either."

"It's called beauty, but they're eyeing the food sector these days too."

"What exactly do they do?"

At Yoon Seoha's question, Do Yoonseo crossed her arms and explained.

"Hmm. First off, toys—adult products."

They research, produce, and sell things like onaholes molded from Futanari employees' dicks, onaholes modeled after onahole staff's pussies, or special condoms for Futanari.

For a prostitution company, it would be weirder if they didn't have that business.

"Besides that, cosmetics."

"Cosmetics?"

"Yeah. They make cosmetics from some ingredient in Futanari semen?"

Do Yoonseo took Yoon Seoha's hand and continued.

"You know how Futanari cum sticks better to the pussy walls?"

"Yeah, it does."

"Right. They incorporate that into cosmetics to make makeup last longer or something. I don't know the details. I'd have to try it on."

"...You don't wear makeup?"

Yoon Seoha stared at Do Yoonseo with wide eyes in surprise.

...That's a no-makeup face?

Of course, she didn't wear makeup either. But that was that, and this was this.

At least her own looks could be chalked up to some ingredient in the Futanari pill she'd taken.

But not Do Yoonseo. She'd been born Futanari, and as far as Yoon Seoha knew, she hadn't taken any other drugs.

So it was even harder to believe that face—which could slap most celebrities or idols two or three times over—came without any makeup or pills.

"Hehe."

"...Jeez."

It was starting to make sense why some argued Futanari should be classified as a new humanity.

"Anyway."

Yoon Seoha took a light breath and shifted the topic.

"What do I do now?"

"Huh?"

"The rotation's stopped. Do I come back here?"

"Yeah, pretty much?"

Do Yoonseo nodded casually and handed over a small document and an envelope.

"What's this?"

"Promotion notice?"

"I see that, but..."

It looked pretty plain.

"By the way, the envelope has an invitation inside."

"Oh, not promotion money?"

"There is some, but for just going from staff to assistant manager... it's not much."

Yoon Seoha nodded in agreement with Do Yoonseo's words.

Fair enough. It wasn't executive level, just staff to assistant manager. Expecting bonus money for that would be weird.

Especially since it wasn't for meritorious service—just completing the rotation program.

Or is it? I did earn merits, right?

She was the star of a million-purchase video, after all.

A million views was a lot. But a million purchases was huge.

Membership let you watch forever, so buying outright was extra commitment.

"Hmm."

Still, was that enough for bonus money...?

Probably not.

Yeah. No.

"So what's this invitation for?"

"Ah, the summer event."

As Do Yoonseo explained, Yoon Seoha opened the envelope.

It was a luxurious invitation.

A plain title, a simple name: Summer Island.

The invitation itself was fancy, but the front text was so straightforward it bordered on bland.

"It's an event for Gold membership holders. 50th anniversary, so I asked for an invite."

"Oh. Company-run?"

"Yep. You'll have fun if you go."

As Do Yoonseo explained, Yoon Seoha checked the back. The keywords summed it up:

A company-owned isolated island in the Pacific. A 2-night, 3-day event at the resort facilities there. Exclusive to membership holders—Gold rank and above.

The nighttime performances and resort amenities alone made it worthwhile, but...

This can't be all.

There had to be more.

Something not on the invite—a special email just for members.

"You caught on, huh."

"Well... it's the company. Looked too wholesome."

"Right? But we're a prostitution business at heart. Client privacy is key."

"...Then why no mosaics on the videos for that theme?"

"There are mosaiced versions. Most just skip the contract."

Classic scammer mindset.

"...Not our problem anyway."

"Nope."

Yoon Seoha and Do Yoonseo exchanged smiles.

Yeah, none of their business.

Whether clients read the consent form or not, it didn't concern them.

Yoon Seoha fiddled with the invitation in her hand.

"The event starts end of June."

"Around summer break..."

"Yeah, to draw bigger crowds."

Do Yoonseo slowly stood from her seat.

She wanted to chat more with Seoha, but duty called.

"Oh, check the homepage when you have time."

"Homepage?"

"Yeah, that guy from before. The one with the Russian girlfriend."

"Seojun?"

"Right, Baek Seojun."

Do Yoonseo chuckled softly.

"He got his own tag. Pretty popular."

"Oh? I'll check it out."

"Yeah. See you later."

"See you."

Before leaving the department, Do Yoonseo hesitated, then carefully spoke to Yoon Seoha.

"Um, and..."

"Yeah?"

"...I, I love you."

"Pfft, yeah. Love you too."

"...H-hng."

Do Yoonseo flashed a goofy smile and headed out.

After Do Yoonseo left, Yoon Seoha, alone in the empty department, logged into the company homepage.

As promised, typing 'Baek Seojun' into the search brought up quite a few videos.

"Already ten."

Much faster than expected.

Considering it'd only been about a week since stealing Asha from him, that was a ton.

"Ah, multiple series running at once."

Looking closer, there were several ongoing series.

Close Junior, Ex-Girlfriend, and Female Classmate.

Yoon Seoha slowly scanned the video titles.

"Hmm."

Yoon Seoha quietly closed the homepage.

"Good thing."

She murmured softly.

"Really good thing."

It was a relief.

If she hadn't become a Futanari, she might've ended up like Baek Seojun someday.

"Should thank Mom?"

She'd brought the pill, after all. Maybe say thanks.

"...Call her?"

Suddenly filial, Yoon Seoha dialed her mom, Baek Ha-eun. It connected quickly, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Ha-eun's voice came through.

"Hello?"

"Nothing, just... More like, what're you doing now?"

"..."

Yoon Seoha quietly hung up.

Can't interrupt parents at work.

Yeah.

That's it.