Fellow Intern Eun Ha-neul
"Very well. Applicant number 47."
The interviewer seated in the center—the one concealing a purple bra—fixed Kang-san with an inscrutable look and pressed something onto the blank margin of his profile with a red pen.
"That concludes the group interview."
Kang-san bowed and stepped out of the room. The instant the door clicked shut, the tension drained from him and his heart began to hammer; residual afterimages of his X-ray vision flickered for a moment.
Sssssk. Through the wall, the scene inside the interview room still showed as a translucent haze.
The middle interviewer, who had worn such a stern expression only moments before, glanced around, then slipped a hand inside her jacket and irritably tugged at the purple shoulder strap that had been digging into her flesh.
She shifted her hips again and again on the conference chair, enduring the band's pressure, then bit her lip and let out a low, quiet moan.
"...This is uncomfortable."
As Kang-san steadied his breathing and cleared his vision, phones throughout the waiting area began to vibrate in unison.
The waiting room that had held nearly a hundred people emptied in a rush as those who received rejection texts filed out, leaving it suddenly desolate.
Only about twenty remained. And among those twenty, Kang-san was the sole man.
"Wait. There's only one guy?"
The other applicants' heated stares locked onto Kang-san's solid frame. An announcement crackled from the speaker.
"We will now begin the practical interview. Please enter the interview room."
Inside the practical interview room, dozens of Lucy's latest products were laid out by size across a long table, gleaming with provocative silk sheen. Black, red, lace bras and panty sets.
"Please examine the products in front of you, select your own size, and put them on yourself.
Remove your outer clothing and replace it with the provided silk robe. After wearing them, fill out the experience evaluation form."
The smiles vanished from the applicants' faces. As they moved toward the changing rooms, the women flushed and whispered among themselves.
"I never thought they'd actually make us try the underwear on..."
"But what about that guy...? Will those even fit a man's hips and chest?"
In the private changing booth, Kang-san closed the curtain and opened the box. Inside lay a black prestige bra with lace, a silk robe, and the evaluation sheet.
...I came to an interview and now I have to wrap a woman's underwear around my own body?
While he was still reeling, the curtain of the narrow booth rustled open with a soft swish.
The alluring interviewer in the tailored suit who had earlier offered a helping hand in the lobby—Team Leader Yujin—walked in with a sultry smile.
The curtain fell shut, sealing them alone in the enclosed space, and a thick scent of agarwood perfume rolled over him.
"Struggling all by yourself, I see. A man's build means you probably don't even know how to put it on. I'll help you myself."
"Ah, no need. I can manage—"
"Stay still. A man who claims he wants to dominate women's underwear can't even endure this much shame and the friction of bare skin?"
Yujin glided closer and pressed her full body against Kang-san's chest. Through the thin skirt, the springy feel of her thighs brushed against his legs.
Her white, soft fingers undid the buttons of his shirt one by one from the top. Pop, pop. With each button that opened, his firmly split pectoral muscles and rough breathing were laid bare.
Yujin swallowed a breath between her red lips and slowly draped the black lace straps over Kang-san's shoulders.
Then, to align the stiff underwire across his chest plate, she pressed the entire palm of her hand firmly against his solid pecs.
Ssssk.
Her hand stroked down his bare skin, circled to his back, and pulled the band taut.
Click. Click.
"Hup..."
A hot, shallow moan escaped Kang-san's lips unbidden. The coarse texture of the lace and the elastic band cruelly cinching his bare flesh—a humiliating sensation.
But the real stimulation came next.
Under the pretext of checking the fit, Yujin pressed her fingertips secretly and stickily around his nipples and along the wire edges, then swept them downward.
"How does it feel? Even a man's chest has the same sensitive spots. Already getting hard, aren't we?"
Every time her touch smoothly rubbed the area beneath his chest near the solar plexus, a thrilling current raced up Kang-san's spine.
The stimulation felt as if it would burn out his brain; his heart rate exploded into the danger zone, and with the pounding that hammered his ears, the suppressed X-ray Vision awakened like a thunderbolt.
Sssssshk—!
Yujin's haughty office-suit jacket and shirt, pressed right against his face, melted into transparency in an instant.
The curves of her lush, massive breasts that had been hidden beneath the clothes, and the purple lace bra that barely covered the tips of her nipples, burned raw into his retinas.
Her chest, too, was marked bright red by Lucy's defective underwire; the milky flesh bulged out on both sides as if about to burst.
Unaware that her secret bare skin was being perfectly dissected by a man's eyes, Yujin slipped her hand even deeper inside Kang-san's shirt.
In the supreme pleasure of violating a woman's nakedness with his eyes while being ravished by a woman's touch on his skin, Kang-san's engineering senses sharpened to a mad edge.
"...It's uncomfortable. It's garbage."
Kang-san exhaled roughly and stared straight at the X-rayed valley of Yujin's breasts with reddened eyes.
"What? K-Kang-san?"
Yujin trembled under his heated gaze and froze her hands.
"The finishing on the wire tips is crude, so it keeps stabbing the third rib position.
As you can see, the band's stretch ratio is calculated so poorly that even sitting still it scrapes the skin under the breasts.
Right now your own chest is screaming red marks from that defective wire, isn't it?"
"...?!"
Yujin's eyes flew wide with shock and shame.
She had merely been touching him to help him dress, yet Kang-san was pinpointing the exact defects as if he could see straight through her suit to the structure of her underwear and the condition of her breasts.
Kang-san roughly threw on the robe and faced Yujin with eyes still burning from the heat.
"Clothes that should make you forget you're wearing them instead dig into the flesh the moment you put them on and flaunt their presence. This isn't design—it's an adult torture device for tormenting women."
Back in the practical interview room. While the other applicants, clad only in robes, buried their noses in the evaluation forms, the lead interviewer fixed her gaze on Kang-san and asked,
"Applicant number 47. Honestly—how did it feel to actually wear Lucy's product?"
Feeling the real-time load trajectory of the bra crushing his own chest beneath the robe, Kang-san dropped the bomb without a shred of hesitation.
"It was uncomfortable. It feels like garbage."
The interviewers' pens all stopped at once; the surrounding applicants' breathing halted.
"Good underwear should assimilate with the body so completely that you forget you're wearing it. But this product dug into the flesh from start to finish and flaunted its unpleasant presence.
The stitching is rough and ravages the skin; the wire tips stab the ribcage and interfere with breathing."
The interviewer on the right flushed and raised her voice.
"...Applicant number 47! Are you openly disparaging our company's biggest hit product right here in the final interview room?!"
Kang-san's eyes flashed with X-ray Vision.
Through the robe of the female interviewer trembling with rage, he clearly saw the same defective wire mercilessly crushing her full breasts.
"I'm not disparaging it—I'm trying to cure an engineering defect. The real 'reason' I need to join Lucy has just been proven on my own body.
I applied because I want to make clothes that assimilate with the body so completely you forget you're wearing them. I simply wrote down exactly what the skin cells of my body felt."
The middle interviewer—the one hiding the purple bra—stared at Kang-san for a long time with a strange light in her eyes, then finally slapped the evaluation form shut.
"...Applicant number 47, the interview is over."
Inside the rattling bus.
Convinced he had completely bombed today's interview, Kang-san bitterly pulled out his phone—when a heavy vibration hit.
Staring at the clear acceptance text on the screen, Kang-san burst out laughing.
"Insane. I poured out that venom and they actually hired me."
7:46 p.m., Kang-san's house in Seongsu-dong.
He was sitting at the table eating a late dinner when his older sister came home from work and opened the front door.
"Interview over? How'd it go? Don't tell me you already flunked?"
"I made it through the practical. I start next week."
"For real? That stuck-up Lucy? My little brother's amazing! So what kind of wild test did they put you through once you got in?"
"I put on women's underwear. A black lace bra."
"...Cough! Hack—hey, what? Why the hell would you wear that?!"
His sister sprayed the water she had been drinking and stared in horror.
"You pick a size, go into a sealed changing booth, put it on yourself, then write down the skin feel and pressure distribution on an evaluation form—that was the practical test.
A woman named Team Leader Yujin personally stripped off my shirt and even fastened the hooks for me."
"Whoa... that place really is an underwear company—the interview's hot and filthy. So, how was it for a guy to actually wear women's underwear?"
"Honestly, it was nothing a sane person could wear and endure. The underbust elastic band crushed my solar plexus and ribs without mercy so I couldn't even breathe properly,
the shoulder straps were rough and scraped the skin, and the wire tip finishing poked the flesh under the breasts and hurt.
I wondered how on earth women wrap this vicious torture device around their bodies all day long. Do you wear this kind of thing every day?"
His sister stroked her chest and let out a deep sigh.
"Now you get it? Why women come home from work and the first thing they do is unhook and fling off the bra. You endure the stifling pressure of flesh being crushed all day,
and only the second you release it can you finally breathe."
"So I wrote exactly what I felt on the form. That the moment you put it on, it's a defective product that ravages a woman's body."
"Are you crazy? You went to someone else's final interview and openly called their main flagship product garbage? And you still got an acceptance notice?"
"Yeah. I thought it was an automatic fail, but I checked the acceptance text on the bus and was shocked."
"What a weird, stimulating company. Perfect match for you."
First day of work, 8:54 a.m. Design room, Lucy HQ.
"Good morning. I'm Lee Kang-san, the intern starting today."
"I'm fellow intern Eun Ha-neul. Nice to meet you."
A clear voice came from the seat beside Kang-san.
He turned his head—and his breath caught for an instant.
The "fellow intern" named Eun Ha-neul was wearing a tight white shirt and fitted jeans that showed every line of her figure; she was a peerless beauty boasting enormous hip volume and a bust that looked ready to burst.
The strange tension of the first day combined with the overwhelming scent of Eun Ha-neul's female body sent Kang-san's heart rate soaring; with the pounding in his ears, X-ray Vision activated once more.
Sssssshk—!
The white shirt Eun Ha-neul wore instantly turned translucent.
Wrapping those bursting breasts was Lucy's new skin-tone nude lace bra.
The full breast flesh softly overflowed the cups, and every time she inhaled, the thin shoulder straps dug precariously into the white skin of her shoulders—the trajectory rendered in precise X-ray detail.
Along the hip line visible above the jeans, the secret boundary of thin hamline panties gently frictioned against her skin.
"Oh, right on time. I'm General Manager Kim, overall head of the design room. The guy shaking the coffee mix over there is Section Chief Han; next to him is Assistant Manager Lee."
The voice from beyond the section-chief seats finally let Kang-san straighten his vision. The man called Assistant Manager Lee looked at Kang-san with an intrigued, distinctly slimy gaze.
"Don't tell me this is the guy from the rumors? The fearless applicant who, in the practical interview changing booth, openly called the new product Team Leader Yujin personally fastened for him a torture device."
"Yeah, that's him. Wrote it out in graphic detail that it wasn't something a human should wear."
Assistant Manager Lee tossed a black silk underwear sample from his desk right under Kang-san's nose.
"Got some guts, intern. Welcome gift for the newbie. This is our team's main sample for the season—launch is right around the corner. If you're going to run your mouth like you did in the interview, then point out right in front of me what's wrong and why.
If you can't, then from today on you're just a blowhard with a working mouth who does the grunt work until you quit."
Kang-san picked up the smooth black sample. He flipped the product over and stroked the inner cup fabric—where a woman's most sensitive nipples and underbust would touch—with his fingertips.
His sense of touch sharpened; the X-ray vision magnified the sample's fiber structure like a microscope.
"...The underband finishing seam is rolled inward by 0.5 millimeters."
"So what? That level of micro finishing error is common in production. I guarantee it doesn't affect wear comfort at all."
Assistant Manager Lee snorted. Kang-san pressed a finger on a specific coordinate of the sample while calculating the breast body-type data of Team Leader Yujin and Eun Ha-neul in his head.
"It looks fine to the naked eye right now. But once female consumers wear this three or four times in daily life and run it through the washing machine, the fiber tension loosens and this rolled-in rough seam edge will poke outward."
Assistant Manager Lee roughly snatched the sample, held a magnifying glass to it, and flipped it over.
"...Huh? This is real. The finishing is bent microscopically inward so it'll scrape the skin."