Office, Swimsuits, and Blackie (Kang Rita's Swimsuit Commute♥, Dang Jin-ah as Company Pet Slave♥ Frictionless Pussy Rub♥)
Lately, I've been feeling a bit off condition-wise. Like the fatigue just won't lift. Of course, it's probably all in my head, so who knows for sure.
Magical Girl Stellaris Hope had just finished purging the Noise and monsters that appeared on the streets today and returned to the office. It had been a while since such a large outbreak, but she'd wiped them all out without leaving a single one behind, so things should be peaceful today and tomorrow.
Noise outbreaks happen at random times, but there's a pattern to their appearances. The Magical Girl office calculates various factors, including the Noise Index, to predict when they'll show up. They use that to set the girls' days off and other schedules. Of course, even forecasts aren't 100% accurate, so unexpected outbreaks happen now and then.
Still, no more should pop up today.
Great. If no one's saying anything when I get back, I'll just head home like this.
With those thoughts, Hope arrived at the lounge—only to run into an uninvited guest who was already there.
"Great work today, Hope! You were a total star again! Come on, sit right here quick! Hurry hurry!"
"…X."
The intruder had claimed the lounge sofa like it was her own living room. Empty snack bags were scattered messily across the table and around the couch.
Not content with devouring the lounge snacks without permission, she'd trashed the place too. Sure, the snacks were prepared for anyone who dropped by, so eating them was fine—but scattering bags and crumbs everywhere? Unacceptable… How long had it been since I'd last scolded her?
"X, you came all the way here and just watched? Would've been nice if you'd helped out at the scene a bit."
"Ehhh~ No way! I had a big fight on the way here. This body's wiped out!"
"……."
"Besides, Hope can handle it solo. You're the strongest, best Magical Girl ever."
Hope let out a short sigh. Come to think of it, maybe it was for the best that she hadn't shown up at the scene. Her skills were top-notch, but this woman was such a free spirit—she'd probably just made things more chaotic.
Still, one thing needed clearing up.
"I'll pass on 'strongest' from you, X. 'Best' aside."
"Hmm, you think? Uhahaha, well, this body is pretty amazing!"
Referring to herself as "this body" was one thing. Even now, her words dripped with blatant confidence and narcissism. Her black-and-purple rolled-up hair, those eyes emblazoned with a vivid 'X' pattern.
Her name was Magical Girl Black X. Ranked #2, right behind the top dog, Hope.
They were the same age, and after teaming up once, they'd gotten close enough to drop formalities. At least close enough for X to barge into Hope's office unannounced. Though it was mostly one-sided—Hope rarely visited X's place.
"Hope, Hope, come here. Let's shoot a Short for the views. Videos with you always rack up the sweet numbers."
"…You're touching your phone with those snack hands? Ack, don't wipe it on the cushion! Please~~!!"
Thanks to X's hopelessly carefree personality, cleanup always fell to Hope. But that didn't change the fact she was Hope's closest confidante.
After filming Shorts with X for a good while, Hope finally sank deep into the sofa, stretching out languidly. X was next to her, happily scrolling through the fresh clips.
'Ahh, I'm seriously gonna drop dead.'
It was right after sweeping away a massive Noise swarm. Combined with her worsening condition lately, a heavy fatigue pressed down on her shoulders. She wanted nothing more than to bolt home right now. But chasing off X, who'd come all this way? Couldn't do that…
"Hope, was today's Noise that tough?"
"Nah, not really… Same as usual."
"You look beat for 'usual,' though?"
"Maybe 'cause there's more stuff besides Noise… Interviews lately too."
"Inteeeerviews~?"
X burst into giggles, chiming in.
"Makes sense. Interviews might be harder for you than Noise hunts. You practice for hours beforehand to be perfect, right?"
"……."
"Overkill, seriously. Just wing it. Totally wing it."
With that, X upended a snack bag, dumping the leftover crumbs straight into her mouth. A few bits scattered onto the sofa, but she just brushed them off casually with the back of her hand, no big deal.
…Agh, seriously! No matter what, this level of sloppiness was unforgivable. I'd have to chew her out hard later. At least X listened when scolded. She just ignored it until then.
Right now, though… I'm too tired—
"Hope, run into any weirdos lately?"
As Hope hugged a cushion and started zoning out, X tossed the question casually. Her eyes stayed glued to her phone.
"…? Weirdos?"
"Y'know, people making strange offers or whatever. Anything off around you?"
Hope thought seriously, but nothing came to mind. She shook her head no, and X dropped it.
"Cool then."
She said that offhand much later, like an afterthought.
Only then did Hope realize X had been worried about her. She chuckled softly.
"What, X? You came here 'cause you're worried about me?"
"…What're you on about."
"Worrying about someone? That's not like you. Sun rising in the west."
"Who said I was worried!"
X hid her face behind her phone. Her flushed cheeks were obvious—she hated showing them.
X's rough-and-tumble type rarely worried about anyone. She might feel it but had no clue how to show it.
Getting that concern from her didn't feel bad, so Hope grinned wider. It irked X, who growled.
"Whatever! Hope can go get wrecked for all I care! Without you, I'd be #1!"
"Doubt it. Your personality's the problem… Hehe, thanks for worrying anyway."
They bantered amiably a bit longer before parting. X had delayed her schedule a tad, but she'd still get home earlier than usual.
Aah, what a relief. She could crash hard tonight. And put extra effort into her usual interview practice…
The office vibe at Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co. had changed quite a bit compared to before. Specifically, the outfit of my senior sitting right next to me.
Kang Rita sunbae, who always dressed sharp and stylish, was in a swimsuit today—like she was rebelling against common sense and dress codes.
"Rebelling? This is just 'cause Park Sea section chief made me wear it…!"
"Hey now, sunbae. Watch the tone."
"……Damn intern bitch. Drop dead, yeah."
Adding "yo" doesn't magically make it polite, but I didn't point it out.
Sunbae's punishment was still ongoing. It'd last until we finished productizing the Magical Girl. Can't enjoy it forever, so gotta milk it while I can.
Plus, the "Igyeol love love love" consciousness inside her was resealed for now. Still no way to undo that hypnosis, so I'd reapplied a similar one to keep coworkers from noticing anything off.
This version was a collab with sunbae herself, way more refined than before. President Berze probably wouldn't spot it at a glance. No signs she had during last week's meeting.
If she really probed, it'd be obvious. So I had to make sure that didn't happen.
I watched sunbae diligently handling desk work in her swimsuit, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, then stood up.
Looking around, Deputy Manager Lee Joohee was in a swimsuit too. Park Sea's picks? Same style, different colors.
Made me think of summer. Scorching sun. Pools and beaches. Sandy shores and beach volleyball…
Still too early for summer, though.
Thirsty for coffee, I headed to the break room. No need to go in myself, though. Someone stood by the entrance like a wax statue.
"Blackie. Coffee, one cup."
"Yes, understood."
The response came from Dang Jin-ah, eyes vacant. She sprang into action at the order, prepping the machine methodically: beans, hot water.
Blackie—the one making coffee—was Dang Jin-ah. One of the punks from exorcist Kwon Da-hye's university who'd pulled that nasty stunt recently.
Ringleader Dang Jin-sook got caught and personally sentenced by President Berze. She'd broken company rules as a runaway. Fitting punishment.
But Dang Jin-ah? Kinda got dragged into it. So Berze showed some mercy.
-How about keeping her as our company pet?
-Slave, toy, whatever. Too valuable to toss—use her as you like.
A pet, literally. No rank, no title—just a flesh doll taking orders. Even her name was stripped; everyone called her Blackie now.
Park Sea named her, agonizing forever between Blackie and Ppobi.
As Blackie… Dang Jin-ah prepped the coffee, I slipped behind her, stroking her ass under her skirt.
No resistance from her.
She wore a maid outfit—Park Sea's doing. The frilly skirt was ridiculously short; even leaning forward a bit exposed her ass and slutty panties fully.
I kneaded her cheeks, then slyly slipped a hand into her panties. My fingertips delved between her thighs, touching the warm, soft pussy slit.
Not deep—just shallow play. I toyed with her pussy a bit.
"…D-done."
While savoring her ass and pussy like that, the coffee finished.
I groped a little longer before sipping the cup she'd made.
…Guess I'm more of a instant coffee guy after all.