Hilariously, there was a corporation.
Well, duh, of course, since there’s a corporate card.
Just in time, right before the lawyer and tax accountant arrived, I received a new business card.
Yoon-Woo.
The name printed on the card.
Mog Corporation.
CEO Yoon-Woo.
Lee Jun-woo, who was about to be promoted to assistant manager in the SME sales department, is now gone, and in his place, though it’s an evil organization, on the surface, Yoon-Woo has become the CEO of Mog Corporation.
If it’s a promotion, it’s a groundbreaking one, but as I looked at the business card, I felt a strange mood.
Lee Jun-woo is gone, and Yoon-Woo has appeared.
The same person, but the appearance has changed.
The same person, but the gender has changed.
Lee Jun-woo, who had lived as a man for over 20 years, is it okay for him to disappear like this?
‘Why not?’
It’s not like there were any good memories in that life anyway. Wait, there was one. When I was exempted from military service because I was an orphan. To be precise, it was something like wartime labor service or whatever. Other than that, there really wasn’t a single good memory. I had only one friend, and even that one has been out of touch for a while.
After work, I’d come home, crack open a can of beer, snack on some jerky, and fall asleep. There was no possibility of romance, no time or money for it.
Would I have any regrets about that life as a man? On the contrary, becoming this pretty girl and living as the boss of the Mogmog Group, even if it’s an evil organization, seems like a much more enjoyable and fun life. If I can conquer the world along the way, even better.
“By the way, Keru.”
“Yeah.”
“How was this identity arranged?”
“Oh, your ID card hasn’t come out yet. Well, actually, I borrowed some power from the Magical Girl Association. To be precise, the Association President.”
“The Magical Girl Association can do anything, huh…”
“Of course.”
Keru yawned so wide it looked like her mouth would tear, then curled up.
“The Association is a national-level military force, so what couldn’t they do? If there’s something they can’t do, it’s either lack of money or lack of power.”
Makes sense.
“Anyway, it’s better to get used to the name quickly. You’ll be living under that name from now on. Oh, and one more thing to confirm, you don’t have any regrets about your life as a man, do you?”
“Nope.”
Firmly. I really have no regrets.
“Good, that’s a relief. Well, you’ve also gotten younger, so that might be even better.”
“Younger?”
That’s news to me. I was originally 27.
“Ah, Yoon-Woo is 23 this year.”
“Four years younger?”
“Disappointed you’re not a minor?”
“No, not that.”
I gained four years. A 27-year-old man becoming a 23-year-old girl, that’s a win, right?
“Anyway, the lawyer and tax accountant will be here soon. Since the CEO has changed, they’ll bring the related documents.”
“Got it.”
—
After becoming a woman, I haven’t met many people, but when I do meet men, their gaze tends to go to a certain place.
The chest.
This voluptuous chest.
This massive chest.
As Dusik opened the office door and the tax accountant and lawyer stepped in, they paused for a moment, stunned.
“What are you doing?”
“Ah, yes. Excuse us.”
And only after Dusik urged them did they start moving. I could feel their gaze. No wonder people talk about visual assault. I could feel where the men’s gazes were going.
Of course, I’ve never done that. I wasn’t particularly strong in that area.
Confirming that people were sitting on the sofa in the office, I slowly got up from the office desk chair.
I was also deliberately wearing a suit. It was a suit I bought with Dusik at the mall, a light navy suit, and I liked the color and design. However, the skirt felt a bit awkward.
I sat at the head, with the tax accountant and lawyer on either side. Having been in the sales department, I’m used to dealing with people in such settings.
“CEO, your legs.”
Apparently not. Dusik, who was standing slightly behind me on the right, quickly whispered in my ear to close my legs.
When I was a man, sitting with legs apart wasn’t that strange, but I guess it’s different for women. Wearing a skirt and sitting with legs apart is a problem.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, I quickly closed my legs. The two men, whose faces were slightly red, cleared their throats.
“Hello. Nice to meet you. I’m Yoon-Woo, the newly appointed CEO of Mog. I’ll be relying on you two a lot from now on. Please take care of me.”
“Likewise…”
—
After filling out various complicated documents, stamping, and even stamping the corporate seal, the procedures were finally completed.
With the promise that the documents related to the appointment of the new CEO would arrive soon, the tax accountant and lawyer left, and a new cup of coffee was placed in front of me.
“Thanks.”
“You worked hard.”
“Yeah. It’s burdensome, so can you undo the transformation?”
“Mother-Body, you’ve worked so hard!”
“Dusik, you’re spilling the coffee.”
I stopped Dusik, whose golden twin tails were fluttering as she tried to rub her face against my chest. I’m still not used to Dusik before and after transformation.
Before transformation, Dusik is just a high school girl, pretty and cute, but after transformation, she’s a burden. When I suddenly hear her voice behind me, I get startled.
She’s taller than me, who’s not short for a woman, by a head, and her presence is twice as wide. It’s scary.
Looking at the clock, it’s already five. It took three hours to meet with the tax accountant and lawyer. Knowing the time, I suddenly feel extremely tired.
—
“Hey, sis.”
“Yeah.”
“We need to buy dinner ingredients.”
We cook every meal. Cooking for 26 people every meal. The minions are divided into groups of eight to prepare the meals. At first, we tried delivery or contracting with a lunchbox factory, but it was expensive, and since everyone’s portion size is different, it wasn’t efficient.
“Uh… by any chance.”
“Yes, money…”
The corporate card’s suspension has been lifted. But it won’t be usable until tomorrow, Monday. All the sponsorship money is tied up in that account, so to use money right now…
“Uh, what’s for dinner…?”
“We’ll make soybean paste stew…”
So far, I’ve used all my own money. Not a single cent from the organization.
Clothes, my money.
Company dinners, my money.
Now, dinner ingredients, my money.
Isn’t this a situation where I can get angry?
Isn’t this self-defense?
“Keru, you jerk!”
I shouted at Keru and ran towards him,
“Sorry, I’m sorry!”
Keru, trying to escape from me,
“I’ll be back!”
Dusik, grabbing my card and running off to the mart for ingredients.
It’s a scene you can’t help but laugh at. But my bank account isn’t laughing.
—
A few times, when eating here, I ate in the office with Dusik.
It’s the basement, so there are no windows, but the ventilation is good, so there’s no smell in the office. Keru said it’s a bit much for the boss to eat mixed with the subordinates in the hall, but I think differently.
When is there a freer time than mealtime? You should eat freely during this time. But with the boss mixed in? It’s nauseating.
I didn’t go to the military, but sometimes I see pictures of high-ranking officers eating with soldiers on the internet, and the soldiers’ faces look like they’ve eaten bugs.
Companies aren’t much different.
Today’s dinner isn’t much different, so as I sat in the office waiting, Dusik brought my meal on a tray to the office.
“Hmm…”
“What’s wrong?”
“No, it’s tasty.”
The soybean paste stew I like, with more ingredients than broth. Strong flavor and aroma. I can’t resist.
“Do we have eggs?”
“Probably.”
“Do we have kimchi?”
“Of course?”
“What about sesame oil?”
“Come on, what house doesn’t have sesame oil?”
Well, it’s not a house. Or is it a house to Dusik? Anyway, we have everything we need.
“Let’s mix it.”
“Nice.”
We can’t eat alone, so suddenly a large number of fried eggs were made. One fried egg per person, and kimchi and red pepper paste were served.
It’s sudden, but I feel sorry for the cooking team who had to fry a whole plate of eggs, but bibimbap is much tastier than just plain rice.
“Dusik, are you going to school tomorrow?”
“Yes, I have to go to school.”
“What grade are you in?”
“I’m in my second year now.”
“College?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really want to go to college. And my grades aren’t good enough to go to college anyway.”
It’s a conversation that doesn’t quite fit in an evil organization, but I’m having it seriously.
“How are your grades?”
“Well, I don’t really like studying. About third in class. From the bottom, though.”
“Who likes studying?”
“There’s someone who likes studying. Prabel. Oh, her name is Seojina.”
“She likes studying?”
“Yeah, she’s good at it. Maybe because she’s a magical girl, she’s smart…”
“But you’re a magical girl too, right?”
“Well, yeah.”
Come to think of it, I’m curious. Dusik is a magical girl, so why is she here? Is she also one of those fallen, whatchamacallit, evil magical girls?
“Were you originally a magical girl?”
“Yes, that’s right. I was originally a magical girl, but I fell and ended up here.”
“Why did you fall?”
“Well… um.”
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