Leave My Company
I fainted while trying to play a new NTR eroge.
When I came to, the first thing in front of me was a full-length mirror.
Standing before it was a man I had never seen before—no, a man who felt strangely familiar.
A shiny bald head.
Slightly drooping eyes.
A heavy jaw.
A middle-aged man with a protruding belly.
It was a perfect match for the CG from the game.
The wicked boss, the game’s mid-boss equivalent.
He blackmailed employees by exploiting their weaknesses, pressured business partners, and approached women who already had lovers just to destroy their relationships.
In short, he was human garbage.
“...Ah.”
Denial of reality didn’t last long.
I had died.
And become the villain from the game.
“Why the hell did it have to be this bastard?”
A sigh slipped out on its own.
Not the protagonist. Not a supporting character. Not even a heroine.
Though, honestly, it was probably a mercy not to be one of the heroines. In this game, the heroines ended up in worse shape than death.
And the one who played a huge part in making them suffer was this very body—this wicked boss.
“A wicked boss who was guaranteed to be ruined in the ending.”
Tsk. I clicked my tongue, feeling only the bitter taste of failure.
But despair didn’t last long either.
Come to think of it, it wasn’t as though everything was bad.
I was bald. I had a belly. I was old.
My face was ugly and fierce enough to scare people senseless, too. Still.
I’m the boss, aren’t I?
I’d always had a certain romance toward business.
I’d even thought, once, that I’d like to build my own company someday.
Of course, in reality, I’d lived and died as just another salaried worker.
But now things were different.
I had a company. I had capital. I had authority. For all this face looked like, I was the child of a chaebol family, at least in a broad sense.
Wasn’t all I had to do avoid the original route to ruin?
“Yeah.”
I nodded slowly.
“As long as I don’t get involved with women, I’m fine.”
The reason the original wicked boss had gone down was clear enough.
A near-mad fixation on other people’s women. Immense lust and the power to act on it, backing that obsession up.
At the thought of his ending, my body shuddered.
Let’s focus on running the company.
Let’s live honestly.
Let’s keep our hands off people who were already taken.
Then at least I’d be able to keep my life.
...
But things in the world were never so simple as I wanted them to be.
“I’ll do whatever you say...!”
“...?”
“So please, just this once... just this once, let it go.”
The beautiful secretary undid her blouse and revealed the lingerie beneath.
“I’ll apologize with my body, so please, just don’t touch my husband!”
A wife performing a naked dogeza in place of her husband.
“How am I supposed to make up for this sin...?”
A new employee licked her lips with a face that seemed to expect something.
The original boss would have taken them in exactly as they were, no doubt. He would have seized their weaknesses in his fist and shaken them for all they were worth.
But all I felt now was dumbfounded.
Embezzlement.
Breach of trust.
Leakage of company secrets.
False reporting.
Bribery.
And after committing crimes like that, they wanted to pay for it with their bodies?
And not even as damages—just with those bodies alone?
Was this bastard, the wicked boss, actually an angel?
He wasn’t a wicked boss at all... he was an angel boss.
I slowly stood up, shoved open the door to the President's Office, and pointed down the hall.
“Get out.”
“...Pardon?”
“Get out of my company. Right now.”
Get out of my company, you trash.
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