Natasha’s POV
The walls of this establishment gleamed with an almost ethereal white, immaculate and flourishing. At first glance, it resembled a sanitarium, but in reality, this was the Leonamon Company—a powerhouse of modernization and innovation. Leonamon was at the forefront of progress, flooding the market with cutting-edge items like smartphones, constructing sleek highways and advanced railways, crafting mouthwatering foods, setting new trends in fashion, and churning out chart-topping songs with their mesmerizing idols.
The reason I ended up here was because, after the sanatorium I worked for burned down, I couldn’t find another job in my field. I considered opening a clinic, but without sufficient funds, it wasn’t feasible. Fortunately, Leonamon was recruiting doctors for their soon-to-be-established hospital. I jumped at the opportunity, knowing Leonamon’s stellar reputation and expecting the pay to be substantial—not that I became a doctor for the money, of course.
For now, Leonamon advised me to serve as one of their official company doctors. Until the hospital is built, I’ll be stationed here, allowing them to utilize my medical expertise. The company’s gleaming white walls and innovative atmosphere promise a future full of possibilities, and I can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at being part of something so groundbreaking.
Currently, there were two doctors here. One was Dr. Trisha, an incredibly young and talented physician. Actually, all the employees here, even the workers, seemed to be women. The Vice President of Leonamon, Amon, was also a woman. It struck me as odd, but since there hadn’t been any issues during my time here, I shrugged it off, thinking it might just be a coincidence.
I finally reached my destination and knocked on the door. A woman’s voice called out from behind, inviting me in. As I opened the door, I was greeted by a room dominated by a massive, intricate magical apparatus, its tubes winding around a woman lying in the bed.
Two girls I was familiar with were sitting nearby.
“Hello, Zeruel and Selene,” I greeted them warmly. They both stood up and bowed their heads in respect.
“Hello, Doctor Natasha,” Zeruel responded. “Have you come to check up on our mother?”
“Yes,” I replied, stepping closer to the bed. “I’m here to monitor her health statistics and ensure everything is stable.”
“Oh, I’ve been so worried. Doctor Trisha hasn’t shown up, and my mom hasn’t been checked,” she fretted, her brow furrowing with concern.
“Lucky for you, I’m here,” I reassured her with a smile, moving to examine her mother.
***
After completing my examination, I informed them, “Well, she seems fine. No abnormalities, all her stats are normal. Breathing’s steady. Honestly, she looks like she’s just peacefully asleep,” I mused, my mind swirling with thoughts. “I wonder what kind of illness this could be, really?”
They said this disease was like a living death. Without a magic implement supplying life energy, anyone afflicted would already be dead. Even with the magic, there’s no escaping it entirely.
“Well, in any case, your mom is perfectly healthy otherwise,” I said, noting the steady rise and fall of her chest. “There are no visible abnormalities. Though I can’t say for sure yet, I believe if Leonamon finds a cure for this condition, your mother could recover.” I offered a hopeful smile.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Zeruel said, a hint of relief in her voice. “By the way, Vice President Amon stopped by earlier. She mentioned that if we saw you, we should tell you to go to her office. She needs to discuss something important with you.”
“Is that so?” I replied, curiosity piqued and mind racing with possibilities. What could Vice President Amon want from me? Well, there’s only one way to find out.
***
I knocked on the door to the Vice President’s office, the sound echoing slightly in the hallway.
“Vice President, this is Natasha. I heard you needed to see me?”
“Oh, Doctor Natasha, you’re here at last,” came the reply, her voice smooth and authoritative. “Come in.”
“Excuse me,” I said, pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The room was bathed in soft light, with sleek furniture and a large desk dominating the space. As I entered, I noticed two other people in the room.
“And that’s the report from the tech department for now,” one of them said.
“So now, four noble families have fallen due to their scandals and filth being exposed for all to see. That’s excellent news. I’ll be sure to relay this to Master. Who knows, maybe you two, the only ones in the tech department, will receive a reward from Master for doing such a great job.”
The two of them blushed at the prospect.
“You may return to your positions now.”
“Yes, Vice President,” they responded in unison, bowing before turning to leave. As they walked past me, I could feel their excitement, and the door closed behind them with a soft click.
I was now alone with Vice President Amon. As usual, she wore her maid uniform, a peculiar choice for someone of her status. The contrast between her authoritative position and the servant’s attire only added to her enigmatic allure. I couldn’t help but wonder why she chose to dress this way, but I figured it was simply a matter of personal taste.
“Take a seat,” she instructed.
“Oh, sure,” I replied, settling into the chair she gestured to.
“Do you have any idea why I summoned you?” she inquired.
I felt a flutter of apprehension. “D-Did I mess up?”
“No, not at all,” she quickly reassured me, her tone gentle. “Don’t worry. The reason I asked you here is for something more… wholesome.”
“Wholesome?” I echoed, intrigued by her choice of words.
“Yes, a very wholesome thing,” she remarked. “Have you ever met the President and the owner of Leonamon?”
“N-No, but I figured he must be a great person if everyone in this company is so devoted to him,” I admitted. And it was the truth. Though I hadn’t met him, the way he commanded such loyalty from the employees, and the help he provided to Zeruel, spoke volumes about his character. I could sense that he was truly someone remarkable.
“Master, ehem, I mean the President, is truly exceptional. Without him, Leonamon wouldn’t be flourishing as it is now,” she confessed, her voice filled with admiration. With a tender touch, she reached for a picture frame on her desk, caressing it lovingly. Though I couldn’t see the image, I knew it must be of the President. “The reason I called you here is because the idols are set to debut in three days, and Master is concerned about their performance. He doesn’t want them to falter on their grand debut. Master always emphasizes the importance of making a good first impression. Unfortunately, Doctor Trisha isn’t available today as she’s busy with chemical engineering tasks. That’s why I’ve turned to you, Doctor Natasha. Can I entrust this job to you?”
“You want me to check on them?” I sought clarification.
“Yes,” she affirmed. “Head to the designated room I’ll specify. If there’s no response after you knock, just go in,” she instructed.
Was that really okay? Wouldn’t it be rude to barge into someone’s room without even knocking? Especially if it’s the owner of the company’s room?
“You don’t have to worry. The President is quite gullible, magnanimous, and understanding. You can go in without bothering to knock. Sometimes, he doesn’t even hear the knocking because he’s too focused on listening to his women moan, as he savors it,” the Vice President said casually.
“Um, excuse me?”
“Now then, you should head over now, Doctor Natasha. The President is waiting for you,” she said, handing me a piece of paper before pushing me out of the room.
After pondering the Vice President’s words for a moment, I shrugged them off and made my way to the room indicated on the paper.
***
Upon arrival, I was greeted by imposing double doors, a sight to behold. Was this what rich people’s doors looked like?
I knocked on the door, my heart pounding with anticipation as I waited for a response. Yet, silence hung heavy in the air. Remembering the Vice President’s instructions, I hesitated before mustering the courage to knock again, my voice trembling as I called out, “H-Hello, President. I’m here as per the Vice President’s orders to check on the idols.”
Still met with eerie silence, I steeled myself and pushed open the door. An overpowering stench, a blend of humidity and something sour, assaulted my senses, causing me to gag. My eyes widened in horror as I beheld the scene before me—five women lying motionless on the bed, their forms coated in a viscous white liquid. Bloodstains marred the pristine sheets, a stark contrast against the pale fabric.
I gasped in horror, my hand instinctively covering my mouth. What was happening here? Had they been violated?
“Oh, you’re here,” a man’s voice greeted. I turned toward the sound and saw a man standing before me, completely naked. He was incredibly handsome, with piercing red eyes and jet-black hair. His physique was impeccable, with muscles that exuded power and strength without being overly bulky. But my eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the impressive member standing proudly between his legs.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” I screamed in shock, unable to contain my surprise and horror at the sight.
