Is It Just Me, or Does the Presentation Smell Like Chestnut Blossoms...?
The new recruit presentation.
We were expected to propose new products or improvements based on our temporarily assigned departments. The team that took first place would win the privilege of choosing whichever department they wanted to join permanently.
You could stay in your temporary department, or get a free pass to Strategic Planning, Marketing, or anywhere else—as long as there was an opening.
On top of that, if your idea was actually selected and commercialized, a fast-track promotion was practically guaranteed.
How we handled this first step would dictate the rest of our corporate lives.
The person explaining this crucial project was none other than Assistant Manager Lee Yena.
The lewd Lee Yena who had struggled between instinct and reason in the laundry room yesterday was nowhere to be seen. Wearing a neat skirt that showed no trace of a panty line, she looked like the textbook definition of a perfect career woman.
Even while swamped with her own busy workload, she still had the composure to look after the new recruits. She was practically Mother Teresa.
“…Alright, that’s it for the presentation guidelines. Everyone understand? Any questions?”
The new recruits only glanced at each other and shook their heads.
Lee Yena swiped her tablet and continued.
“As I mentioned earlier, this project will be done in pairs. To evaluate your ability to collaborate across departments, we’ve matched people from different teams. Take a look at the screen for the pairings.”
As Lee Yena tapped the tablet, the screen changed.
Ah… Seeing how they even had a slide ready, this wasn’t decided on the spot. It was prearranged.
And I was paired with Yoon Seohye—the girl who had blushed so erotically yesterday in the Development Team 3 office while I held her breasts in my hands.
Even though these were temporary assignments, it seemed the system was designed for collaboration: a Support Department guy like me would handle the planning, while a Development Team member like Seohye would handle the practical execution.
Lee Yena continued to explain things to the clueless recruits. After she finished addressing Team 3 and Team 2...
“Now, Team 1.”
“Yes!”
I answered energetically. However, Assistant Manager Lee Yena’s gaze was fixed on Yoon Seohye, who was currently blushing all by herself.
“The topic assigned to you two is the functional improvement and design integration of big-size lingerie. Since you’re working with a male colleague... well, it should be easy to get direct feedback, right?”
“…Pardon?”
“It’s safe to say women’s lingerie is meant to be shown to men. Otherwise, we’d all just wear cotton panties, wouldn’t we? Since they’re soft and warm.”
“Yes…”
Something felt off. For some reason, Lee Yena’s tone toward Seohye sounded a bit sharp.
Quick-witted as she was, Yoon Seohye was flustered. Was she caught in an awkward position? Or...
Poor thing... Just how much walking on eggshells has she been doing in the Development Team?
Development Team 3 looked ready to eat her alive... those viper-like glares. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Seohye.
Yoon Seohye... Will she be able to survive corporate life?
Just then, our eyes met, and Lee Yena shot me a subtly seductive wink.
…Hm? Does her eye hurt?
Then, she lightly covered her mouth with her hand and whispered.
“Dohyuk… if there’s anything you don’t know, just ask me.”
Whoa. Talk about favoritism. She definitely thought of me as someone special.
After the meeting, Seohye and I sat down at a table in the corner of the archive room.
Piled high on the table was a mountain of big-size brassieres that she had brought as samples from Development Team 3.
The bra cups were as large as dinner plates. How should I put it? Because they were so massive, they actually lacked any sexual appeal. They looked like grandma bras.
Furthermore, even though they were part of Eve Secret’s historic lineup, they all looked identical. It was a bleak situation with absolutely no hints on how to improve them.
“Hmm...”
“Haaah...”
Seohye, sitting across from me, let out a deep sigh.
…Maybe it was because I had fondled them yesterday, but my eyes kept drifting toward her chest.
With every breath she took, her massive breasts, straining against her blouse buttons to the point of bursting, swayed heavily.
The grip of Seohye’s breasts… was easily in the top three of my life.
Of course, the fact that I’ve touched fewer than five women in my entire life is a secret.
And touching the breasts of the other two was a memory I’d rather not recall...
Anyway, the awkward silence was suffocating. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Sitting here with a colleague, fiddling with women’s bras... I know it’s work, but it feels pretty weird.”
At my playful remark, Seohye let out a soft chuckle.
“Me too... it feels strange. I never thought I’d be sitting across from a guy discussing bras.”
“So, do you have any ideas? Forget big-size, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a bra this huge...”
“Huh? Don’t you have a mom or a sister?”
“I do. A younger sister... but hers aren’t anywhere near this size. They’re about... this big?”
I cupped my hand to demonstrate. My sister’s chest was a definitive A-cup.
“Knowing that... you must have looked pretty closely, huh?”
“Hey, come on...”
We were unusually close, and while I might have a slight sister-complex, I wasn’t the type to closely examine and study her chest.
Seohye’s double entendre made my face flush.
Seohye giggled, glanced around to check our surroundings, and leaned her upper body closer to the table.
“Huh?”
As she did, her heavy breasts rested on the edge of the table, creating a dizzying cleavage.
Incredible. What did it feel like to carry those around? I was genuinely worried her back might ache.
I wondered if she really had to lean in like that to talk, but the doubt was fleeting. Honestly, I was just grateful.
Facing such a magnificent sight in person was a feast for the eyes. Seohye continued speaking.
“Mmm... Dohyuk. Once your chest goes past E, F... or my size, G-cup, it’s not just a body part anymore. And all the bras available are designed like this. We can’t even wear pretty lingerie...”
“…Really?”
Somewhere along the way, her clumsy rookie demeanor had vanished, replaced by the professional gaze of developer Yoon Seohye. I focused on her explanation.
“Actually... there’s a pattern I’ve wanted to make ever since college. By lowering the center of the underwire, we can eliminate pressure on the sternum. Instead, we use wide, elastic side boning to gather everything from the armpit fat to the back fat, pulling it all forward with everything we’ve got.”
“Oh... I don’t fully get the technical terms, but it sounds great!”
“Right? And we’ll combine it with a plunge style, cutting deep from the top of the cups to explicitly emphasize a full cleavage. What do you think?”
“Oh... I still don’t completely understand, but... basically, you’re saying we make it look sexy and hot?”
“Exactly. I knew you weren’t hired through special recruitment for nothing. But... why do you keep staring at my chest while talking? Is there something on it?”
“No...! Sorry.”
“Hmm... Are you a pervert after all?”
“What are you talking about! I was just visualizing the ideas you were explaining on a real chest!”
“Oh? Sexy and hot? Like Assistant Manager Yena said earlier, women’s lingerie is flashy because it’s meant to look pretty for men!”
“Yeah! Exactly.”
I was just saying whatever. But it did sound like a good idea. Plus, designing it that way would make preparing for the presentation a lot more... exciting.
Anyway, if I kept staring at her massive tits, I was going to end up branded as a pervert. Time to change the subject.
“Well, I’ll handle making the PowerPoint. I did it a few times back in the military.”
“Okay!”
Perhaps pleased by my proactive and positive response, Seohye smiled. But soon, a shadow crossed her face.
“Hmm... but honestly, drafting the pattern and sewing the prototype all by myself in just one week is too much...”
“Right... I’ve never done design or sewing before. I can help with heavy lifting or running errands, though...”
For the presentation, we had to make an actual sample. I had never touched a sewing machine, and my only sewing experience was stitching my name tag onto my military uniform. I figured the only help I could offer was making the slides or playing shuttle for drinks.
“The thing is... we can’t just use a flat pattern. We need to drape the fabric directly on a human body to get the fit right. A mannequin can’t replicate the natural sag of real breasts, the elasticity of the skin, or the pressure on the blood vessels.”
“…So?”
“In the end, I have to use my own G-cup body as a live mannequin to measure and adjust. Since I’ll be demonstrating it on the day of the presentation, it has to fit my size anyway...”
“Right.”
Seohye glanced around once more, then lowered her voice to a whisper.
“It’s too awkward to do it in the office with the seniors watching, and it’d look weird for two rookies to take over a meeting room for overtime. It’s easy to get misunderstood... and if rumors start spreading here, our careers are over.”
“Is it really that bad?”
From what I heard, Seohye had gone to an all-girls middle school, high school, and university. She probably knew women’s office culture better than I did. I didn’t fully grasp how bad it could get, but I took her word for it.
…Actually, her next words made the reasons completely irrelevant anyway.
“So... do you want to come over to my place after work? We live close by anyway...”
“…Huh?”
“I mean... let’s prepare for it together at my place...”
Wait. Preparing for a presentation at a female colleague’s house after work? …I like the sound of that.