Dream Company Takeover
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“I’m home.”
Yang Seunghyeok was a researcher at Fine, one of the world’s top IT companies. Fine led the IT industry, from smartphones to everything else, and its headquarters were right in Jinglebell City. That meant plenty of people in the city worked in fields tied to Fine.
But the number of full-time HQ staff wasn’t all that huge. True to his role at a mega-corp, Seunghyeok pulled in a fat salary and had a wonderful wife, a fine son, and a great daughter.
His life had been a straight shot down a smooth road—no bumps, no detours. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he was living exactly the successful future he’d dreamed of as a kid.
Keep working like this, age gracefully, retire, see the kids off to their own lives, enjoy old age. It’d be the perfect life. Sure, the daily grind felt a bit monotonous, but even that monotony was a kind of peaceful bliss.
From cradle to grave, a straight, serene path stretched before him. And he had no complaints about it.
Best of all was watching his kids grow. His sturdy son and his sharp, if a tad picky, daughter.
He was the head of a happy family, master of a fulfilling life. At least, that’s what he’d thought until now.
“Welcome home?”
His wife greeted him at the door in her usual apron, just like always. He thought the same thing every time: she was too good for him. The kids turning out so great was all thanks to her.
Seeing her smiling welcome melted away the day’s fatigue. Research at Fine wasn’t easy, but coming home to this made it all worthwhile—gave him the strength to head in every morning.
“Hm?”
Something felt off. Seunghyeok sensed an odd disconnect from the norm. He couldn’t pinpoint why, but something nagged at him.
Zap! Zap! Zap! Zap!
He pondered the anomaly for a moment.
His wife’s bright smile was the same as ever. Her naked body with just the apron? Pretty standard too. And the shady guy pounding her doggy-style from behind… that was normal as well, right? Nothing weird there.
Everything was fine. So why this nagging discomfort in his chest? Vitamin deficiency making his nerves twitchy?
‘Gotta remember my supplements.’
With that thought, Seunghyeok slipped off his shoes.
“Hngh~♥ Hnngh~! We were in the middle of baby-making~! Come on in.”
It was only natural for a housewife to work on making kids. Seunghyeok never did figure out what had felt off. He kicked off his shoes and stepped inside as his wife took his bag.
‘Just my imagination?’
He shoved the uneasy thought aside. Probably nothing important.
“Dinner first?”
“Yeah.”
They headed to the kitchen together. Well, three of them. The shady guy kept railing her from behind even as they walked. His hips moved with such flair that her moans made perfect sense. As a man, Seunghyeok felt a twinge of envy at those moves.
Lately, he’d been feeling his age more acutely. Body wasn’t what it used to be—he felt frail. Time to stock up on some vitality boosters.
The table was laden with appetizing dishes. His son and daughter were already seated.
“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”
His son was tied to the chair, a gag in his mouth. A bit different from usual…?
Seunghyeok glanced at his wife. She smiled sweetly.
“He was talking back a lot today, so I tied him up.”
“Mm. Got it?”
Couldn’t be helped, then. Seunghyeok accepted it. Puberty must’ve hit his son late. Even good kids went through turbulent phases—no helping it. Understanding that was part of parenting.
The spread was a feast: meats, fish, eggs, salads, all plated beautifully.
His wife scooped some into a dog bowl, mixing everything together into an unappetizing mush. She set it on the floor.
“Dig in.”
At her words, Seunghyeok naturally bowed his head and ate. It tasted decent enough—the originals were good, so the mix held up.
‘Something’s weird, right?’
Same dinner scene as always, but off somehow. Like before, he couldn’t nail down why.
Bent over like a dog to eat, he got a clear view under the table.
His wife sat with the guy—more precisely, the guy sat in the chair with his dick hard, and she straddled it, pussy engulfing him.
Their junction moved dynamically even during dinner. On closer look, she was the one grinding. His wife devouring a man like that? Unthinkable. If it were him instead…
Blood rushed to his long-dormant dick. But as if proving his waning vigor, the erection faded fast. Yeah, body was weak. Needed some tonic.
After dinner, Seunghyeok showered and headed to his room. But something was off—he realized why this time.
‘Oh, right—my room’s here.’
His room was a small doghouse in the living room. Originally Happy’s, their old pet. They’d kept it after Happy died two years back, for memories.
Since then, Seunghyeok had made it his. The room he’d headed for was reserved for the PE teacher.
‘Mixing things up like that. Feeling off today.’
He crawled in, curled up dog-style, and closed his eyes. Exhausting day for no reason. Sleep would fix it.
With that hope, he drifted off.
“Hnnngh~! Hnngh~! Haaaang~!”
I was balls-deep in Gain’s mom in the couple’s bedroom. Behind us, her brother Gain was trussed up like a hog.
Gain’s mom was a standout among the PTA—killer looks and body. Per the principal’s intel, treasures like her were rare. Midway through pounding her in front of her son, trash-talking all the way, a new quest popped up.
Dream Job
📍 Dominate 95%+ of Fine's HQ staff in Jinglebell City.
0/18,254
The new quest was bold: take over a whole company. In the Magical Girl Carol Muse world, Fine was the planet’s top IT firm. Dominating it wouldn’t be a cakewalk.
‘18,254? That’s the HQ headcount, huh?’
Fine’s HQ was in Jinglebell City. Probably the exact number of employees there. Too many for a single Common Sense Alteration Sticker. Not impossible, but not easy.
‘Fun quest.’
Oh yeah—Gain’s dad worked as a researcher at Fine. Poor guy was in for a rough ride.
New goal lit a fire under me. I called the principal right then: taking leave for a bit. I took vacation when I damn well pleased. He didn’t dare complain.
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Fine wasn’t just Jinglebell’s pride—it fed the whole country. Every smartphone in Magical Girl Carol Muse? Fine’s J-Phone series.
Not just phones: computers, apps, databases, search engines, even self-driving cars. They touched everything. Latest news? They were diving into rockets, aiming for humanity’s first Mars colony. They even minted their own Fine Coin. A true tech dinosaur.
HQ sat on the city outskirts. Nearby Jinglebell University meant interns everywhere—formal partnership for steady supply.
Sounds like interns were just another resource, like water or gas.
Morning rush was packed. The massive HQ spanned a site the size of four soccer fields—not one building, but a sprawling campus.
The front garden was nicely landscaped, centered on a giant pineapple statue—Fine’s mascot. Benches and gazebos dotted around for breaks. Lunchtime coffee chats, probably.
True to a trendsetting tech giant, dress code was casual. No suits; shirts and jeans ruled. That was their formalwear.
My look blended right in—clothing-wise. Face? Total outlier. No one pegged a tanned delinquent like me for a mega-corp drone.
Inside: huge security gates with badge scanners. I swiped Gain’s dad’s badge—no issues. Badge got me clear sailing.
Heading to the CEO’s office on the 30th floor. Elevator made it easy.
Surprisingly lax—no guards blocking. Just pass the entrance gate. Tech freedom?
CEO suite at the hall’s end. Door locked. Not in yet? I forced the handle. Sleek office unfolded: light desk, chair, computer. No opulent wood like in movies—clean and modern.
Nothing screaming “CEO” over a regular office. Desk plaque read: CEO Park Byungchul. I took the seat.
Sat and reviewed the plan. Conquering Fine sounded fun, but no pushover.
Obvious why: sticker couldn’t mind-control 18k+ staff solo.
Common Sense Alteration Sticker weakened over wide areas. Fine Middle School? One sticker. This campus? No dice.
Needed a new approach. Lucky me—I had one.
‘Brainwash staff bit by bit. Sticker effects don’t fade till I say.’
Target key players, erode from the top. Classic top-down takeover.
“Hm? Door broken?”
A voice snapped me out—a mid-50s guy in jeans and polo. Our eyes met as he entered.
“Who’re you?”
My Common Sense Alteration Sticker was in full effect here.
“Who? Your boss, dipshit. On your knees.”
“Ah! Right. Sorry.”
Worked like a charm. CEO bowed low. I booted the computer, tapped keys.
“These are the company’s new rules.”