Corporate Indulgence and Gathering the Old Guard
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Managing Fine was far more enjoyable than I'd ever imagined.
I'd felt it plenty back in the Solari World too, but watching hordes of people scurry around like obedient ants at my slightest command made me feel like a god.
Especially customizing the top corporation driving modern tech society to my exact tastes—it planted this explosive sense of fulfillment in my chest. All the stress from reality melted away like sugar in water.
"The company's productivity has risen over 40%. At this rate, we'll blow past last year's operating profit."
"Market conditions are in our favor too. If we siphon off our competitors' trade secrets, we won't lose our dominant position in the industry."
"With that thorn-in-our-side union disbanded, factory utilization rates should climb even higher."
I attended the board meeting. Not that it was anything normal, mind you.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
The trio of sleek beauties I'd newly hired as secretaries lavished my balls and asshole with their tongues. One dedicated to my asshole, one each for my left and right balls. And my most important cock? Hye-min was sucking it.
"Don't move."
Smack!
I slapped the squirming ass on my chair. The chair I was sitting on was a woman too—a wrestler from the company-sponsored pro team. Her looks were a bit lacking, but that chewy, muscled pussy was top-tier. This was how I used her on the regular.
"Stock price is up 10% too. Couldn't be going better."
My underlings droned on with their briefings, but honestly, I couldn't care less. Right now, all my attention was on Hye-min slurping away at my cock.
The one order I'd given the board was simple: Produce results, by any means necessary.
Oh, and recruit any pretty girl you see, no exceptions. That made two orders, technically.
"About that project you mentioned last time—it needs government approval, so pushing it might be tricky."
"Our regular tax audit's coming up soon. Routing things through the China factories for tax evasion could put us at risk."
For reference, Fine was even dirtier than I'd thought. There was a reason they topped the industry. If you cataloged every shady thing the company had done, you'd fill an encyclopedia.
Of course, dirty or not, it wasn't my problem. As long as the private enterprise rakes in the cash, who gives a shit?
"How've you handled government stuff before?"
"We've got connections with key figures in both the ruling and opposition parties. They look the other way unless it's really egregious. But these projects you've greenlit have ballooned our evasion numbers—could be dicey."
"Don't sweat the government side. I'll handle it. You lot just focus on running the business."
"""Understood!"""
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Every board member had a woman attached to them. I'd assigned each one a decent-enough third-grade employee. Second-grade and up? Those were mine, no question.
Kekeke. I'm too damn nice.
The boardroom was impossible to distinguish from a strip club. A long pole stood in the center of the conference table, where a near-nude secretary was dancing her heart out. One of the special hires—dance major in college, and her skills were no joke.
For welfare perks, I gifted third-grade staff to executive-level employees as Dutch wives. And for standout performers among the rank-and-file, I threw in various bonuses. Surprisingly, this reward system worked just as well on women as it did on men.
"Hehe! Like this!"
Out in the hallway, I spotted a female employee riding a handsome male colleague. She was a key player on the dev team.
Her face was so ugly it could pass for a guy's, but the stud she was riding bareback was model-level handsome. In reality, a woman like her wouldn't land a guy like that without serious cash.
Balance the rewards just right while cracking the whip, and efficiency skyrockets. Kekeke! I'm a goddamn genius.
The company was running smoothly. The key board members were already under my brainwashing, and from there, most of the organization had fallen into my grasp.
Sure, I'd only taken the massive Fine headquarters, but in a rigid bureaucracy like this, controlling the center meant controlling it all. Quest incomplete for now, but it was only a matter of time.
Confirming the company was bending to my will, I headed back to Jinglebell Middle School.
For starters, I was the PE teacher there. And with the school in my pocket too, I couldn't slack on oversight.
"Welcome back~!"
My slave teachers Cha Mira and An Seonmi greeted me in the faculty office, along with Tambourine.
"You're late, Tamp!"
"Sorry, sorry. Busy as hell. Nothing major at school?"
"Nope, Tamp! Oh, but we sensed a faint monster aura near the school!"
"Monster aura?"
"Not a strong one, so hard to pin down exactly, Tamp!"
I racked my brain for what monster might show up at this point. Nothing specific came to mind. Since I'd stirred up some major shit, the plot might've diverged from canon anyway.
"If it's not strong, maybe no big deal."
"If you're worried, I'll scout with Casts, Tamp!"
Casts had become my slave mascot like Tambourine. Those two together could easily sniff out any low-level monster lurking nearby.
"Yeah, go check it out."
"First, gimme a quickie, Tamp!"
Tambourine wiggled her ass coquettishly. I grabbed her ponytail like a handle and pounded her from behind. Cha Mira jerked my shaft as I pistoned, while An Seonmi rimmed my ass.
They synced up so perfectly, I blew inside Tambourine in under five minutes.
A discordant unease prickled at her senses. Han Dambi realized this threat was utterly different from anything before. She couldn't pinpoint its nature, but left unchecked, it would snowball into catastrophe.
To counter something so alien, she couldn't rely on old methods. Han Dambi felt the need for a fresh approach.
The newly minted magical girls lack the power yet. So then...
The obvious solution was recalling former magical girls. She'd never done it before—they had their own lives.
Magical girls seemed glamorous, but it was really selfless service. Sacrificing for balance across the Magic World, human realm, and Shadow World forever would be selfish cruelty. Not what Han Dambi wanted.
But in this crisis, no choice.
After agonizing, she decided to summon the veterans. She returned to the Magic World.
Her castle there was a fairy-tale dream of glass, crystal, and red brick.
In her room, a lace-trimmed grand bed faced a wooden vanity.
The mirror on the vanity reflected nothing. Standing before it, Han Dambi conjured a small magic wand and ivory veil from thin air with a poof. Veiling her face, she tapped the mirror.
"Answer me, children of the girls."
Ripples danced across the blank mirror, like a droplet in a still pond. A visually stunning sight.
The waves spread, and the mirror revealed three adorable mascots.
"Your Majesty! What's up so suddenly?"
"Waaah~! It's been forever!"
"Like, almost ten years!? Right?"
Flute, Clari, and Euphonium—mascots of past magical girls.
"A grave matter. Looks like you'll need to step up again."
"Neeeh~? Us, again!? Aren't retired magical girls supposed to live as normal humans!?"
Euphonium bounced indignantly. Han Dambi nodded.
"Until now, yes. But I sense something ominous. Might be too much for the current girls. Just until they can handle it—could you pitch in briefly?"
"We're game, but... will Cho-hee agree? She's all grown up now."
"Pfft! Yeah. Doubt Jiyeong wants to transform at her age either."
"Hmm... Still, they're all justice-driven. Explain the situation, and they'll come through."
"Can't Your Majesty handle it?"
"Me stepping in is the absolute last resort. It'd provoke an equal response from the Shadow World."
"Got it! We'll go beg 'em!"
Han Dambi sighed in relief at their enthusiasm. Handing off to these reliable kids lightened her load.
"Good. Granting Akashic Record access now. As always, counting on you."
"Neeeh~! Wooo! Human world after so long!"
"Hey! Euphonium! Wait up!"
"Heh. Those two are still kids."
That put out the immediate fire. Han Dambi exhaled in relief.
Hopefully nothing major comes of this...