New Employee Training

“Hyaaak!! Kyaaaang!!”

Kawaji Emiko rode a massive wave of orgasm, her eyes completely vacant as she slumped against the tree, panting raggedly. Maybe I’d gone too hard with the information reward. The moment I pulled my cock out, a thick rush of white fluid gushed from her pussy.

“Haaang!”

Even the simple act of withdrawing made her climax again. Kawaji Emiko’s body shook violently, eyes rolling back. Had I overdone it? I’d only applied a little extra force as payment….

I waited about ten minutes for her to regain her senses before we parted. She gave me a thumbs-up and headed home. Hmm, I felt strangely satisfied. It was a little past seven. Time to go home and eat.

Breathing in the still-chilly April air, I returned home to find Taira Yukiko waiting for me without having touched her dinner.

“I’m back, Yukiko.”

“...You went to exercise? Let’s eat together.”

“Sure. I’ll just change and come right out.”

I went to my room, changed clothes, and headed to the dining table. Tonight’s menu was shogayaki, several side dishes, and miso soup. Now that I thought about it, the housekeeper wasn’t around. She must have prepared the meal and left.

The shogayaki was seriously delicious. Perfectly balanced between salty and sweet, it was a total rice thief. Unlike the housekeeper’s usual professional touch, this had the warm feel of genuine home cooking, which made it refreshing and even better.

“How is it?”

Taira Yukiko asked with a slightly nervous expression. Huh? Couldn’t she tell from the way I was devouring it?

“The shogayaki? It’s incredibly good.”

“Really? Hehe, eat as much as you want. I made dinner tonight.”

So Yukiko had cooked it…. She was surprisingly skilled. Had she waited without eating because she wanted to watch me enjoy the meal she prepared? In that case, the polite thing was to eat it with even more enthusiasm.

“Yukiko, I’ll have another bowl.”

“Wait just a moment. I’ll serve you.”

At my words, Taira Yukiko’s face lit up with joy as she took my empty bowl and piled it high with rice. This time I gently stirred the miso soup before drinking.

Unlike Korean doenjang, which only grows richer the longer it simmers, miso becomes murky when boiled, so it’s always mixed fresh with warm water. Since every ingredient in the house was top-grade, the miso soup tasted excellent too.

I took a sip, met Taira Yukiko’s eyes, smiled, and nodded. She broke into a radiant smile in return. Seriously, was it fair for a widow to be this adorable? I smiled back at her and continued eating.

After the meal, Taira Yukiko told me she had already washed up before I got home and suggested I go shower. I tossed my gym clothes into the laundry ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠basket, brushed my teeth, and took a quick rinse. I’d already showered at the gym anyway, so I just thoroughly washed the crotch area where Emiko’s dried fluids clung to me and gave the rest a casual rinse.

Today I should have a decent amount of free time. With that thought I stepped out of the bathroom, only to find Taira Yukiko standing there with a flustered look on her face.

“Uh, um? You’re already out?”

“I showered at the gym and only needed to brush my teeth. You said you washed first, didn’t you? Is something wrong?”

“Ah…. The housekeeper is off today, so I was collecting the laundry….”

Oh, that made sense. Without the housekeeper, someone had to handle it. Still, couldn’t it wait until tomorrow?

“Want me to do the laundry?”

“No, you just rest. The washing machine will take care of it. There’s nothing for you to do.”

She was right. All you had to do was load the clothes and detergent and press start, so there really wasn’t anything for me to handle. I told her to take it easy and headed to my room.

“It’s been a while. Maybe I should check the black market app.”

I lay on the bed and muttered to myself. I opened the app every few days to see if anything useful had appeared, but nothing worthwhile had shown up yet.

I still had quite a few points left after buying the permanent perfume. At one point per dollar, fifty-two thousand three hundred and six points came to roughly seven million yen. I scrolled down the screen with my finger, looking for any useful items. Nothing much different from a few days ago… Ah! There was one.

This was the one. A consumable item that let you view another person’s status window up to five times. It popped up on the black market from time to time in the game. The price was random, but it was always worth it. Supply was limited, and most players used trainers or mods to see status windows anyway, so vanilla players rarely bought it. I could buy it now and use it on Han Yugyeong later. I was curious what kind of traits the protagonist had. Two thousand points was a reasonable price. I tapped the purchase button immediately.

Seeing the shipping fee meant it was coming from far away this time. I selected yes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and checked the delivery date. It would arrive in five days. Since it would still be a while before I met Han Yugyeong again, whether it came in five days or ten didn’t matter.

“If I had enough uses, I’d try it on other people too.”

I closed the black market app and opened the news. In the J-League section, a familiar face appeared. It was Kazuhiro. Had he become famous enough to make the main headline already?

I hadn’t been paying much attention lately because I was busy, but apparently Kazuhiro had scored seven goals in the first six rounds. That was impressive. Even though he held dual citizenship, among J-League strikers with Japanese nationality, he had the most goals. Yet he’d been dropped from the national team. Was it because he was still a newcomer who had only recently debuted? Or because there were better overseas strikers?

“He’ll handle it himself.”

Since I believed Kazuhiro would manage on his own, I decided to attend his next match and moved on to the next article. Nothing else particularly interesting caught my eye. After that I lay in bed watching Crown Tube, bought some Health Miracle stock, and fell asleep.

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The exhausting preparation period finally ended, and the May new employee training began. From early that morning, Education Support Teams 1 and 2 along with other available staff arranged chairs for the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠new hires and double-checked that nothing was missing. The dorm rooms had all been cleaned the day before, and the printed training materials had been handed over to the education team two days ago. Our work was done.

From here on, the hard part would fall to the education team. The support team’s peak had been before training started, while the education team suffered during the actual sessions.

We only needed to provide occasional assistance and take ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠turns with night duty. Even Suzuki Chisami, the assistant team leader who had been almost hysterical while tightening the screws on us, had gone quiet again since yesterday.

The team members who had been excited about the new beautiful assistant team leader now acted like they had never been happy, claiming the previous assistant team leader Kurakake Kuma had been better. Still… in my opinion, a neurotic superior was preferable to a sex offender. The other team members didn’t know Kurakake Kuma had tried to sexually assault Shinone Misano, except for Shinone Misano herself.

New employees from dozens of Taira Group subsidiaries—3,304 in total—began filing into the auditorium. They said this year’s intake was smaller, yet there were already 3,304 in the first half. The second half would probably be similar, meaning the group hired around seven thousand people a year. That was what made a massive conglomerate a massive conglomerate.

Out of curiosity I searched for Minamoto Group and saw they had hired 4,500 in the first half. So last year Taira had hired more. The two groups seemed to trade places each year.

After watching the team arrange chairs and the new employees enter, we returned to the office. The lucky few who had been ordered to guard the office by Shinone Misano greeted us with “Thank you for your hard work.” One of those lucky team members was Mimata Chieri.

“You’ve been working hard since morning, Hubae-kun!”

“It was nothing. Moving chairs is easy.”

As I said, moving chairs was simple. The real effort had been the preparations I’d made to execute my plans. Now that the new employees from each subsidiary had arrived, it was time to check the seeds I had painstakingly sown.

“Hubae-nim, what are you thinking about so deeply?”

“Hm? I was just remembering how hard I worked on the preparations.”

Mimata Chieri patted my head and praised me with a bright “You did so well!” Her attitude was exactly like a kindergarten teacher praising a child. Since it was praise, I let it slide.

“Everyone, let’s head back to the auditorium! The event starts in ten minutes!”

Assistant Team Leader Suzuki Chisami clapped her hands and urged us to move. It was the first day with all the new employees gathered, so many high-ranking company officials were present. From Chairman Taira Danjo down to the three children fighting for succession and the presidents of the subsidiaries, the big shots had shown up. We had to fill our seats as well.