Chairman's Indulgent Tour: Maid Service and Triggered Cafe Whore
Fine Company's first-floor lobby had an employee-only cafe. Staff could drink for free. Naturally, this place had been tailored to fit my chairman's course as well.
"Welcome~! What can I get for you?"
The server, dressed in a frilly maid outfit, smiled as she took my order. Her face was idol-level gorgeous. Especially those perky tits—at least C-cups.
Of course, the thin fabric barely covered her breasts or pussy. Hiding tits like that would be a national crime. For reference, the menu was printed right above her navel, below her tits.
"I'll have the breast milk milk tea."
"Got it~! One breast milk milk tea coming up."
The drink arrived quickly. It was just regular milk tea. Not actually made with breast milk—turns out, that stuff doesn't taste great anyway.
"Your breast milk milk tea~!"
The server poured the milk tea over her own tits. I sucked it straight from her dripping peaks, slurping it up. It was milk tea designed to feel like drinking straight from the source.
"Hehe. Looks like you're having trouble down there. Let me help."
As she nursed me the milk tea, she gently stroked my raging cock with her soft hand. Pure bliss from both top and bottom. Excellent service.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Her big tits made it all the more satisfying to suck.
"This menu board? Next time, pierce your nipples like an employee ID badge."
"Ooh~! Understood."
After about ten minutes of nursing and a refreshing facial bukkake on the server's face, I stood up.
"Time to inspect the offices."
"Yes, sir."
I never neglected checking if the company was running smoothly, even while enjoying the chairman's course. I was a truly outstanding manager. That's why the company thrived like this—my tireless dedication.
The employees were glued to their computers, working away. I had no idea what they were doing. Probably app development or something. Not like I needed to know.
"Chairman. Welcome. I'm Hong Anna, manager of Sector 1."
A woman in a sadistic SM outfit bowed to me. She oversaw this department. Her face rang a bell—probably remembered her as a boring vanilla pussy.
"The 14-hour workdays and 8-hour sleep schedules are holding steady."
"Good. So what's left of the remaining two hours?"
"That's for washing up or meals. We could shave off another 30 minutes."
"Nah, no need."
No point squeezing them that hard.
"Just make sure they can work properly. Address any discomforts. No complaints about meals?"
"No, sir. Everyone's satisfied."
Thanks to the Common Sense Talisman, their new "common sense" made work their ultimate joy. They'd all become hardcore workaholics, with jobs as the meaning of life.
They'd probably live out their days here, self-actualizing until death. Or until their minds fully shattered.
"Impressive. But who's that guy you're using as a chair?"
I pointed at the middle-aged man she'd been sitting on since I arrived.
"Our former CFO."
CFO—chief financial officer. Yeah, I'd gotten a report on this guy before.
"Ah, the one who badmouthed me behind my back?"
"Yes, sir. I'll make sure it never happens again—proper training guaranteed!"
"Good work."
No need to check the other departments. They were probably just as perfect. I was extremely satisfied.
"Alright. Chairman's course ends here for today."
My secretary, Hye-min, bowed crisply.
"Understood. Did you enjoy your time?"
"It was perfect."
No words needed.
I stopped by Jingle Bell Middle School. Like Fine, it was already firmly in my grasp.
Unlike the company, though, the Magic World's queen, Han Dam-bi, worked here as the school nurse.
Han Dam-bi was too strong to brainwash with a Common Sense Talisman. So at Jingle Bell, I couldn't indulge as openly as at the office.
"Teacher! Hi!"
Han So-mi—magical girl Carol White and Jingle Bell student—greeted me with a grin. In her gal makeover, she rubbed her face against me like a flirty cat.
"It's been a while, sir. You haven't shown up for PE lately. I'd appreciate it if you attended classes properly."
Class president Jung-mi put her hands on her hips.
"Sorry, sorry. Been busy. Anyway, where's the nurse?"
"In the infirmary."
Han Dam-bi was under constant surveillance at Jingle Bell.
I'd already brainwashed every student except her, using them and the CCTV to track her every move. Anywhere outside her line of sight was my personal playground.
"Alright. How about some PE after all this time."
"Next period's language arts, though?"
"Just switch it."
PE meant ogling the kids in their sexy bloomer uniforms. A real feast for the eyes.
"I love PE!"
So-mi bounced with excitement. Next period: PE it was.
After Jingle Bell, I headed to a cafe downtown.
It looked like your average cafe, but it was run by former magical girl Heo Chohui. The place itself was legit ordinary.
"Welcome… uh…!"
As I entered, Heo Chohui's greeting faltered, her expression twisting oddly. Not hostility toward an enemy.
More like spotting someone familiar from long ago, but the memory fuzzy.
We'd actually met before. I'd hacked her Akashic Records, stuffing it with full-HD porn, so every time she transformed into a magical girl, she turned into a massive slut.
But I'd erased those memories, so I should be a total stranger. Except the wipe wasn't perfect—probably her magical girl willpower at play.
"Um… have we met before?"
I shook my head casually.
"Nope."
"Oh, right. Must've been my mistake. Anyway, what can I get you?"
After our last fight, I'd planted a few triggers in her. Slipped them in during her weakened state from the Akashic hack—they'd work like a charm.
"Hmm… an iced Americano, hot."
"Pardon!? Could you repeat that?"
For a split second, her eyes changed. The trigger phrase had landed.
Her outer corners drooped into a graceful crescent. A tiny shift, but it transformed her vibe completely. Licking her lips with the tip of her tongue, she evoked a ripe, seductive bitch in heat.
"One iced Americano, hot."
"One iced Americano, hot… Anything else?"
"Add a shot of Chohui pussy juice as topping."
"Chohui pussy juice, one shot… Anything more?"
Her hips twitched as she took the order, like overripe fruit begging to be plucked.
"Hmm… recommend something?"
"Chohui feeding you macarons mouth-to-mouth, and matcha latte served in Chohui's cleavage. Buy macarons, get a pussy juice size-up."
Luxurious options everywhere—tough choice.
"Everything."
"Yes~! That'll be two ejaculations."
"Hmm… pricey."
"Huh…? That's actually cheap… barely covers labor."
"Kidding. I'll cum—just press that pussy up."
"Mmm~! Thank you!"
Heo Chohui thrust her ass out at me like a starved housewife of months. Having tasted such insane pleasure before, the cockless days must've been pure torment.
I didn't know her true feelings, but her body was fully trained into a obedient bitch.
"Hehe~! You've got my body so hot already."
Her shaking ass beckoned seductively. Service like this? She'd outpace Starbucks in a year. Not that I could let randos tap my personal onahole.
I kept an eye out for customers while pistoning into Chohui's pussy. The thrill of getting caught any second amped up the fun.
Click!
The door opened—a new customer. I pulled out and ducked behind the counter.
"W-Welcome…!"
Without the trigger, she served normally. And felt the full shame of sex with regular customers.
"What's good here…?"
The customer was a high school boy in Jingle Bell High uniform.
Squelch!
I shoved fingers into Chohui's pussy under the counter. She whipped around, panicked. Her lips quivered.
'N-Not now!'
Like hell. I thrust hard in defiance.
"Nngh…!"
"Huh!? You okay?"
The boy's eyes snapped to her moan. Chohui gripped the counter, steadying herself, fanning him with a flustered smile.
"Y-Yeah, fine. Just a little anemic… happens sometimes."
"Your face is red. Maybe see a doctor…?"
"A cold drink fixes it right up. What'll you have!?"
"Uh, sure…"
The kid was hooked on her slutty face. He'd be a regular soon. Whatever—only I got to fuck that pussy.