#2 - First Target, the Man-Distrusting Female Teacher (Teacher Seo Eunha - Soaked with Bra Exposed) (1)
"It's been about a year since you joined as an intern, hasn't it? Your performance so far has been quite impressive."
The president crossed her legs and rested her chin on her hand. Her golden eyes seemed to pierce right through me.
Hmm, have I really done enough to deserve praise?
The tasks I've handled are basically just office chores like cleaning, or at best, minor finishing touches on products that others have already worked on. Sure, I've done this and that under the guise of training, but...
Is this genuine praise, or is she just reeling in a sucker?
Who knows. In the Healing Soul I know, you'd get clear feedback every time you completed a task—scores popping up and everything. Hit an S-rank, and you'd get the full fireworks effect.
But even in the same game world, I don't have a status screen or a score window. No triumphant fanfare or flashy effects to announce high scores...
"Han Intern?"
"Ah, yes. You're too kind. I'll bury my bones in this job from here on out."
I'd zoned out for a second there. I hurriedly bowed my head.
From the vibe, it didn't seem like she was about to chew me out for being late to yesterday's training.
"Section Chief Kim gave a good evaluation, and from what I heard about yesterday, Section Chief Park seems to think well of you too... Well, I can't just overlook it if you cause trouble in the office like last time."
"Ugh... Go easy on me for that one."
"Hehe, of course. I have a rough idea of what happened, so don't worry. Anyway, to the main point. I'm thinking it's about time to assign you some solo work. That's why I called you in today."
With that, President Berze slid two photos across the desk. Pictures of two different women. Hard to pin down their exact ages at a glance, but both looked to be in their twenties.
"These are the targets for this 'external commission.' Both are D-rank difficulty... I'd like you to take one, and Intern Kang Rita will handle the other."
I took the photos from President Berze and checked them one by one. Both were stunning beauties, each with their own unique charm. One had a stubborn, resolute look, while the other seemed soft as cotton candy...
"I'll let you pick the one you want. Choose."
The president then handed over some documents. A single A4 sheet for each, with brief personal info and such.
Decision made in no time. I held up the photo I'd chosen and returned the other to her.
"That one? Why?"
"Looks."
That was it. Hadn't even glanced at the job or age yet. I'd read the docs later.
"Very well. That commission is yours. You can borrow tools from the special warehouse up to D-rank... And this job will heavily influence your full-time hiring. I expect you to give it your all. Now, fighting!"
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The adult eroge Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co. is a simulation game where the protagonist starts as an intern, earns points, and climbs the corporate ladder. No leveling system. Instead, hit certain point thresholds to promote—from intern to regular employee, then deputy manager, section chief, and so on...
To promote, you complete specific quests or acquire skills. In the game, you'd check your points and quests via the UI, but that's impossible for me now.
"Name's Seo Eunha. Twenty-six. Teaches Korean at a private girls' high school... Elite who passed the teacher certification exam on her first try."
I reviewed the documents from the president again, cramming the target's info into my head. Committed the special notes to memory extra carefully.
The next morning, instead of heading to the office, I went straight to her place. From the moment she left home, through her commute to work, and after hours—I tailed her at a safe distance.
A textbook stalker. Kinda.
She's more vigilant than I expected.
A few close calls during the tail. Even though I'd been careful. Looked like the target was cautious, maybe a bit high-strung.
First day's results? Meh. Can't learn everything in one go.
One month for this commission. Not generous, but no need to rush.
Wouldn't need the tail if the company files were more detailed. Turns out there was a ton to fill in after checking myself.
Could hire help, but that'd come out of my pocket. Tail expenses today? Same deal—not reimbursable. All on my dime.
Unfair as hell. Intern pay's peanuts already.
Once I'm full-time, performance bonuses kick in.
No overtime or weekend pay for interns. Full-timers get it all. Even tails like this become billable.
Why I'm desperate to promote fast.
Then I can outsource to PIs or detectives. Gotta scout reliable ones.
Lots of plans, all future stuff. For now, pounding pavement solo.
Seo Eunha, Korean teacher at Baekrim Girls' High School, had been feeling a strange gaze lately. Walking down the street, it felt like someone was following. Or watching.
Am I just being paranoid?
Teachers' restroom. Staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror over the sink, Eunha saw dark circles peeking through her makeup.
Not from the recent stares—insomnia, her old foe.
Can't help it. Not even a year since that incident.
A while back, she'd gotten tangled in something ugly. Forced her to transfer schools.
Liked the new place, but memories of it still soured her mood.
At her old school, a sexual harassment scandal. Not her directly, but her peer friend and colleague—a timid, shy woman—who'd been molested by the vice principal but kept silent, suffering alone.
Eunha found out by chance, witnessing it, then pressing her friend. Reported it to the authorities after getting consent and gathering ironclad evidence against the VP.
Evidence was solid; no escape for him. But midway through the investigation, the victim—her friend—flipped, defending him.
Tables turned. Lucky it ended as a "misunderstanding" without a false accusation charge, but she got the cold shoulder from colleagues for stirring drama at a prestigious school.
Couldn't stay. Resigned and fled.
A senior who knew her plight hooked her up here.
Anyway. The shadow lingered half a year later. Made her jumpy, fostered a touch of misogyny—no, misandry. Lucky it's a girls' school, but male staff still startled her.
These weird feelings are probably from that.
"...Better head back and get to work."
Long after school hours. Barely anyone left. Still, she stayed late every day. Home alone just bred bad thoughts.
As Teacher Eunha reached for the faucet—
SPLOOOSH!
A dull rupture echoed; the pipe under the sink burst.
"Kyaaak?!"
Eunha screamed, stumbling back. Too late—drenched head to toe. Water kept gushing.
Bathroom flooded fast.
"S-someone...!"
Frozen in panic, someone pounded the door. A man's voice.
She hesitated. But water raged on; she was clueless.
Quick decision: flung the door open.
"Th-the water burst suddenly...! Need to call someone...!"
Tall, sturdy young guy in janitor gear.
"I'll check. Teacher, get out."
Calm as he waded in, ignoring the soak, inspecting the pipe.
Eunha fretted—call help?—but soon heard click-click; flow stopped.
"Wha—what...?"
"Pipe was loose. All good. No biggie."
Relief. Heart still pounding from the shock.
"You okay, Teacher? Hurt anywhere?"
"N-no, I'm fine. Thank you."
Bowed. Then realized: soaked. Hurriedly crossed arms over chest.
Wet shirt transparent; bra visible.
Lucky—he was checking the bathroom behind her.
Turned to her late. Eyes met hers, not chest. A plus.
Women notice where men look.
"Good. Head out, Teacher. I'll clean up."
She wavered. Logical, but felt wrong ditching.
Eyes drifted to his hand—blood trickling.
Grabbed his arm on impulse.
"B-blood...!"
"Ah... Sharp edge on the pipe, probably. It's fine."
"Not fine! N-need disinfectant...!"
Flustered, he said:
"Teacher. Look at me for a sec?"
"...?"
Looked up. Met his eyes.
And.
Something.
A bit—dazed.
"You're hurt. Definitely needs disinfecting."
"...Yes."
"No meds here. Where might they be?"
"...Nurse's office..."
"Right. Let's go there. Okay?"
She nodded. Yeah. He got hurt because of me. Nurse's office to treat him...
And so Eunha slowly walked the hall. Dripping from soaked clothes, toward the nurse's office.
