The Lewd Recruitment Seminar Trap
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"Alright. Let's begin the company orientation now."
The guy gripping the mic was that delinquent-looking bastard. He fiddled with the remote and fired up the presentation. The first slide popped up with Fine Company Orientation in some flashy, seductive font.
"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to join us today, fellow college students. I'm Geum Taeyang, head of Fine's HR team. Nice to meet you."
Surprisingly, despite his rough appearance, his demeanor was straight out of the textbook. The students applauded him. Jiyeong clapped along with everyone else.
"A ton of students want to join Fine. But we only hire a limited number. So if you want in, you gotta stand out from the crowd. That's exactly what I'm here to tell you about today."
He breezed through slide after slide. Company history, philosophy, ideal candidates—the stuff most orientations dwell on flew by in seconds. Definitely nothing like other companies.
"As expected from a world-class firm."
"Yeah, Fine's vibe is on another level from the start."
The two friends sitting next to Jiyeong nodded as they whispered.
"Job hunting is war! And where does that war start? Right from the resume! Figuring out how to write yours is the real kickoff to your job search."
Jiyeong nodded at the man's words. It wasn't until her senior year that she'd gotten around to it, but writing a resume was a goddamn headache. Filling out a single section could take hours of agony.
"Anyone got a resume on them? These days, everyone keeps theirs in the cloud, right?"
No one answered. He smirked like he'd expected that.
"Being proactive can score you points in job hunting."
"Me!"
The response was lightning-fast. A woman from the front row hurried up to the stage in quick little steps. She showed her resume on her smartphone—a Jayphone made by Fine.
The man projected her resume on the screen. She was a mechanical engineering major with a GPA of 4.2. Her major GPA was 4.35—top-of-class material for sure.
Whoa. She's a monster.
In a high-deviation school like Jinglebell University, that kind of GPA meant she could pick and choose companies. Prestigious uni grades always impress.
Her resume was clean and logical. Her extracurriculars were packed with awards from contests. Any company would kill to have her.
And I have to compete with people like that.
Jiyeong's confidence tucked tail. Everyone here was her rival. Even her two friends next to her looked different now.
No. I can beat these girls easy.
Reboosted, Jiyeong tuned back into the man.
"What do you think of my resume?"
The student who'd shared it sparkled with anticipation, eyes locked on him. Her confident expression screamed she expected praise.
With specs like that, it'd be weirder if she didn't.
But his reaction was unexpected. Arms crossed, he shook his head.
"It's awfully ordinary. With a resume like this, getting into our company might be tough."
His words hit the stage girl and the whole auditorium like a bomb. If a resume that good had no merit, what kind of monsters did Fine want?
"Fine recruits talent from around the world. Resumes flaunting academic excellence are a dime a dozen—like sand on the beach. In my eyes, this one doesn't stand out at all from the 'ordinary' pack."
He scanned the room, pausing for breath. The frozen crowd's stares fixed on him. Only then did he continue.
"But don't worry. Listen well to this orientation, and you can make a better one. Alright, let's look at a model resume."
He advanced the slide. Gasps erupted around the room. The screen was too shocking.
"This is Researcher Won Hye-min's resume. Feel the difference from the last one?"
No way you couldn't. Her ID photo was a full-body shot—buck naked, not a stitch on.
The education section listed her three sizes instead. Certifications? Favorite positions. Extracurriculars? Her sexual history.
◈ 3rd Year Middle School: First boyfriend
◈ 2nd Year High School: First kiss
◈ 2nd Year University: First sex (with club senior in the choir room~♥)
Choir club!? That's my club!
Jiyeong's shock didn't end there.
"As you can see, the special skills section should highlight your best play. But if you're not experienced? No worries—that's a plus. Honestly, the boss loves virgins. Bet if there's a virgin here, you're 100% hired."
"How!? I did it with a senior in my freshman year... Ahh~! Only like 10 times, does that count as virgin?"
"I'm totally out. Did anal too."
Jiyeong's friends swapped utterly absurd lines that no sane person would buy. This was straight-up sexual harassment worth reporting to the cops right now. But the auditorium's vibe clashed totally with Jiyeong's common sense.
Top Desired Traits:
1. "Virgin-like female employee"
2. "Young employee who seems easy to fuck"
3. "Busty young female employee"
"Look here. HR survey results. As the graph shows, top pick is 'virgin-like female employee.' Second is 'young one who seems fuckable.' Third, 'busty young female employee.' So don't sweat not being a virgin. Big tits make it perfect."
"Hmm. My boobs are meh? Maybe go for slut concept..."
"We're lucky at least. We're young. Wow! So glad we came to this orientation."
"G-Guys..."
Jiyeong realized this place was off. She whipped out her smartphone to call the cops. But suddenly, it froze.
"Wh-What?"
The ranting man's gaze locked on Jiyeong. He flashed a creepy grin.
"You there! Come on up. Time for a preliminary interview!"
Park Jiyeong.
This key character was my target at this orientation. Hell, it was basically all for her. She held a massive role in Magical Muse.
Scratch that—not in the original anime. She barely appeared, fingers-on-one-hand few times. But in the lore, she's huge.
Jiyeong's secret: former magical girl. Specifically, the previous Carol White—Somi's position.
In Magical Muse, the generation before Somi was hailed as the strongest ever. Leader Jiyeong gets name-dropped often via Tambourine's lines. Big deal in the magic world too.
True to that, she resisted my Common Sense Alteration Sticker perfectly. In this warped world, she's the sole sane one with intact sanity. Leagues beyond current Carol White Somi.
The gap was clear: Jiyeong, battle-hardened against Shadow World beasts, vs. newbie Somi.
But she's former. Retired, no Muse Watch, can't transform. Just a tough-minded human now.
Devouring a former magical girl like this is peak fun. I'm a genius.
Plus, she's trapped like a rat in a cage. Smartphone's dead—my doing.
◈ Tablet PC that hacks software. Can breach nearly any system, consumes credits per hack. Credit cost scales with system complexity.
◈ Abstract systems with structure can also be hacked.
[Use 1,000 credits to hack all smartphones within 50m radius?]
Credits cost a bit, but no biggie. I get steady income from Credit.com. I'd pay ten times that to fuck Jiyeong.
Her phone's bricked. No signals out.
"Come on up!"
I grinned at her. Her eyes darted to the exit. Suddenly, she bolted.
Average physique, but years of combat honed her reflexes. She parkoured over desks like a flying squirrel.
Wasted effort. Doors locked from outside with padlocks. She pounded frantically.
"Open the door! Shadow World monster shit!? Or did they always pull pervy stunts like this?"
Predicting her was easy. Force could subdue her, but I had something funner.
"What're you doing? This is orientation."
"You! What are you!? From Shadow World? Cut the creepy crap!"
She spat fury. I dropped to my knees, twisting my qi to fake internal injury. Han Kangwoo's training gave total body control—child's play.
"Orienta... gahk!"
"Wh-What!?"
I spat blood.
"The orientation... the orientation... if I don't do the orientation..."
"What!? You a victim too? Hey! Snap out of it!"
"Team leader!"
Employees swarmed me. Even Jiyeong, who'd cursed me, rushed over in panic.
I smirked at her, then growled low.
"Long time no see, Carol White."
"Y-You knew! Shadow World scum! Who? Phantom Crow? Dr. Puzzle? Hydra Girl?"
"Kuhk! Comparing me to those weaklings? Insulting. This human's my puppet. Not just him—all employees here are mine."
"Damn! Cowardly bastard! Release the brainwashing now!"
"We'll see. Depends on you. My goal: harvest impure human emotions. Shame from a former Carol White? Perfect."
"Psycho!"
Her shout—I deepened the fake injury.
"Kuhuk!"
More blood. Her face twisted demonic.
"Ugh! Don't drag innocents in!"
"Hahaha! Since when did we care? Remember, Carol White—his life, everyone's here, hangs on you."
I switched back to normal voice.
"Ugh... sudden anemia..."
"A-Are you okay?"
"Sorry for the mess. What a show during orientation."
I stood casually, ignoring the blood.
"Anyway, let's continue. Preliminary interviews don't come often. Especially at a big corp like Fine."
I guided her to the stage chair. She followed with a sour face. I loved it.