The Orc on Social Media (3)
"Hmm…"
Right now, I was sitting at a desk in the department store's office, deep in thought.
The moment the meeting ended, I was ushered straight here.
Tap. Tap.
I drummed my fingers on the desk, racking my brain without any clue where to begin. Nothing came to mind. What the hell was I supposed to do?
Elicia had dumped me here, claiming she had other matters to attend to. After giving me a job, of course.
I missed Iris. Was I the only one longing for the way she used to smile so happily whenever I made her steak?
Get it together.
Two million won a day. That was the reality. The time I spent working for Iris had been the abnormal part. Complaining while earning a fresh graduate's monthly salary in a single day was pathetic.
But how the hell am I supposed to make an ad?!
No matter how I looked at it, this was too much.
— Rascal-nim, all you need to do is post on your SNS account about what has improved at Eclipsia Department Store. Also mention that you've agreed to work as our model for a week.
That was the homework she'd left me. She couldn't seriously expect me to just write about the improvements and my modeling gig, could she?
After Elicia passed out yesterday, I looked her up. The cold-blooded chairwoman of a massive corporation. She rewarded competence and ruthlessly discarded anything less. The fact that she ran such a huge company without any rumors of nepotism or family appointments showed just how much she valued ability.
So the casual instruction she'd tossed my way probably meant she wanted me to advertise in a way that actually helped the department store, using whatever skills I had.
"Sigh…"
"Is there anything troubling you?"
At my sigh, the bald man standing nervously beside me immediately bowed his head.
"Shall I bring you a fresh cola?"
"Ah… Yes, thank you."
"I'll fetch it right away."
Maybe it was because he'd come with Elicia. Or maybe because I was the victim of that unfortunate incident here before. Either way, Remnon, the store manager, was being excessively polite. He even went to fetch the cola himself instead of sending a secretary!
Thud!
Remnon returned, sweating profusely, and handed me the drink.
"Gulp, gulp…"
Even after finishing the cola, no brilliant ideas struck me. The plan sheet in front of me remained blank.
"Ahem. Manager Remnon."
"Yes, Rascal-nim."
In the end, I decided to use the Remnon card. I had to run an ad campaign to restore the company's image. For someone who had only been a college student in his previous life, this was impossible.
"What would be good for recovering the corporate image?"
"Pardon? Why are you suddenly asking that…"
"Because Chairwoman Elicia said it in the meeting room. We need to restore the fallen corporate image."
"Ah! As expected of an orc."
That's harsh…
I'd only wanted a small hint, and now I was being called "orc-like." Did I really seem that ignorant? In my past life I'd been a college student (average C+), and even now as an orc I was a college student (average A+). Though I probably got in through some easy orc quota loophole.
Anyway, I liked to think I was pretty smart for an orc. I just had zero experience in this field, so of course I was clumsy!!
"First, it would be best to make orcs want to visit in large numbers."
"…? Is that so?"
Make orcs want to visit…? How would that help the corporate image? A violent race obsessed with lust that got hard the moment they saw an elf…?
While I was thinking that, Remnon continued explaining.
"If we emphasize that we're continuously increasing the number of security personnel, orcs will…"
"That's it!"
Remnon's words gave me an epiphany. I had been the victim at the department store, but in most cases the victims were elves. After all, orcs were the race that went into heat the moment they saw an elf!!
To maximize profits by increasing visits from those sucker orcs, elf visits were essential. There were definitely orcs who would come just to ogle the elves' tight bodies!!
How could we increase elf visits? By making them feel safe no matter what.
"Manager. From now on, whenever elves enter the department store, assign two security guards to follow them at all times. Have them carry stun batons so they can subdue threats immediately."
"Uh… Huh? Yes, understood."
I immediately created an SNS account and began advertising the idea I'd come up with.
*
The newly registered orc Rascal account on a community accessible only to elves exploded in popularity.
Elves rarely made SNS accounts, and even when they did, they used hijab profile pictures and posted only occasionally. Because of that, they were always thirsty for new orc accounts.
Given the circumstances, it was only natural that Rascal's account would gain explosive popularity. Which elf wouldn't follow an account where the model showed his face?
"Hello everyone. I'm Rascal, the new advertising model for Eclipsia Department Store."
Countless lewd elf comments flooded the greeting video uploaded shortly after the account was created. But these comments were visible only to elves. Humans, beastkin, dwarves—even the account owner himself—couldn't see them. Even the follows from elves weren't counted, just in case it burdened the orcs.
On the surface, Rascal's account appeared to have very few followers.
Of course, his account had reached transcendent popularity within just a few hours, with tens of thousands of elves watching.
"Chairwoman. Rascal-nim has created an account."
"Follow it immediately."
"Duke Iris. Brother Rascal has made an SNS account."
"Hah!! That trash Elicia. This is why lowborn families only see our Rascal as a money-maker, isn't it?"
Of course, even while busy, both Iris and Elicia followed Rascal's account and checked what he posted.
After the greeting video, an advertisement for Eclipsia Department Store was uploaded. The content was strange.
"Everyone. Eclipsia Department Store has newly added an enormous number of security personnel. From now on, elf customers will enter the store accompanied by two security guards."
The beginning of the video made elves uncomfortable. No matter how much they liked orcs, this was too much!! Being treated like criminals in a public place like a department store wasn't pleasant.
But Rascal's next words completely flipped public opinion.
"You no longer need to be afraid. Even if orcs walk around without their hijabs, there's no need to worry."
Instead of being treated like criminals, they could freely see orcs' faces without hijabs? They were more than willing to become criminals for that.
Crackle, crackle!
"Still, if any of you are still worried, I'll demonstrate just how powerful the stun batons the security guards are carrying."
The video continued. Before long, two elves holding stun batons stood on either side of Rascal. They were ordinary employees working at Eclipsia Department Store.
"A-are we really doing this?"
"Yes. We need to show the customers the effectiveness of the stun batons… Kyaaaah-!!"
Zzzap-!!
The moment the electrified stun baton touched him, Rascal let out a scream and collapsed, startling the elves.
"A-are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine. L-let's continue. We need to show how powerful the stun baton is…"
"Y-yes!"
Crackle! Crackle!
"Aaaagh!!"
But at Rascal's single word that he was fine, the two elves began striking him with the stun batons.
The video ended there. For other races, that was it.
[Unedited version visible only to elves]
"Stop…"
"Hehehe♡"
"Hehehe…!!"
Even though Rascal told them to stop, the two elves, now in gear, didn't halt.
Countless comments teasing Rascal poured in as elves watched the unreleased footage only they could see.
But soon the real-time comments had to stop.
"I told you to stop-!!!"
Thud-!!
Enraged, Rascal snatched the stun batons and threw them away, then grabbed the two elves by the neck.
"It stings, you females."
"Kehk…♡"
"Kuhk…♡"
The veins on his forearms bulged as the two elves' legs lifted into the air. An opaque liquid gradually dripped from between their flailing legs.
"Ah… My apologies. Please edit this part out. These two ladies are at fault for not stopping when I told them to, you know?"
"Y-yes♡"
"S-sorry…♡"
Though it was only a short advertisement video, it gained a cult following among the elves.
*
Follower count: 2000
I couldn't simply be happy that the follower count on my newly created SNS account was rising so quickly.
Why are they all orcs?
Every account that followed me was an orc. It seemed not many races were interested in orcs after all.
Even countless DMs were coming in, calling me "brother."
"Phew… Alright. Brothers, I'll save you all."
— Too many DMs, so just comment here and I'll reply.
My brothers. I shall create paradise for you. A heaven on earth where you can see elves without wearing hijabs. Right here at Eclipsia Department Store.
