Chapter 2 – First Change -Creating a Secretary-
Common Sense Tycoon.
Normally, it’s a difficult name to figure out what it means just by looking at the words.
If it’s normal, that is.
However, during the hikikomori period, the story is a little different for Chanho, who has mastered various lewd and vulgar media.
Coincidence or intentional? Coincidentally, the genre that Chanho likes the most and can’t see without it is common sense change.
“Uh, common sense changes, that’s it, right? That…”
[It is a genre that enjoys watching people distort the existing common sense and engage in fornication. It is usually considered a sub-genre of hypnosis. That’s right.]
Before Chanho could speak, his phone knew and explained.
Even though he didn’t say anything, it was quite easy for the other party to read his intentions first. If everyone read their minds, there would be no distortion of intentions, and no misunderstandings.
It was Chan-ho who thought that for a moment and felt regret for his life full of misunderstandings and prejudices. But for a while,
“Now, wait a minute. It’s like this world, uh uh…”
[This world is a dirty game. Made just for that.]
Chanho’s head began to throb.
It’s already difficult just to follow the transcendental scale of creating a world with a history of 13.8 billion years just for the sake of a game.
Aren’t you crazy?
[Prime people would say modern people are crazy when they see their food consumption. From their point of view, it would be wasteful. It can be said that Mr. Chan-ho’s mood is the same as that of the caveman.]
What kind of place is the real world?
[There is still doubt in Mr. Chanho’s mind.]
“Oh, no. What am i…”
As was his custom, he spoke servilely to avoid offending others.
Of course, it’s useless in front of someone who can read minds.
[I will continue to explain, but it is difficult to give an effective explanation in this state. We will leave the explanation role to humans. That’s good for Mr. Chanho to accept.]
“Human? Umm…”
I’d rather talk on my phone than talk to a person.
“Uh, then who…”
[I will make it from now on. Through this process, you will never have any doubts again.]
The phone suddenly emitted a strong light. I was startled and dropped my phone, and the light grew stronger and created a hologram in the middle of the room.
Chan-ho opened his mouth in admiration at the sci-fi scene that could only be seen in a movie.
The hologram was again decomposed into dozens of small screens. And on the screen, the face of a woman walking down the street was projected on all of them.
And each of those women was a beauty.
[We selected women who match more than 80% of Chanho’s usual taste. You can select one of these as your secretary.]
“Bee, secretary?”
[It takes unnecessary effort to decide everything alone. You can choose any woman you want. The function as a secretary is installed automatically anyway.]
Install.
It really felt like a game.
Chanho looked at his dry acupuncture needles and carefully examined the images of the women in the hologram.
All of them are so beautiful that they dare not even talk about the hikikomori jinta.
You can unilaterally appoint such a beauty as your secretary?
And… And considering that this game is a common sense change tycoon, maybe…
“Can I do this with this woman?”
What Chanho chose was a short-haired woman with a soft look.
The suit she was wearing felt a little awkward, perhaps because she was a newcomer to society, but it was all the more nice that the atmosphere looked strangely fresh.
Compared to her dog-like cute face, her big breasts, which clearly assert themselves even beyond her suit, are also a plus factor.
Even if a woman like this just talked to her, she would be happy with just that, she thinks.
[Has confirmed. Creating a secretary is simple. All you have to do is hold this cell phone in front of the woman you have chosen as your secretary. This is a very simple task that even a child can do. Then I’ll send it right away.]
“Send? Where.”
By the time he said that, Chan-ho was already sitting on a chair in the cafe. She is a side chair on the first floor looking outside. The scent of steaming Americano tickled my nose.
“…”
A shiver ran up her spine.
Even when she witnessed the miracle of reading her mind and answering first, she was not quite astonished.
What should I call this? Space movement?
No, if the coffee in front of you isn’t someone else’s, maybe it’s some kind of reality manipulation?
I realize that the title of God was neither a bluff nor anything.
[Raise your head.]
The phone said. Accordingly, when she raised her head, she immediately saw the image of the woman Chanho had chosen from her hologram.
[I have already explained it.]
The phone stopped talking at that point. And Chan-ho didn’t need to say more than that.
Why not listen to someone who teleports people at will and manipulates (presumes) reality?
Chanho held the phone tightly. It was as if it were a gun. No, in terms of risk, it’s more like a nuclear weapon, let alone a gun.
Standing behind the woman with a heart about to explode, Chan-ho took a deep breath and gathered up his courage.
“Excuse me…”
“Yes? What are you doing?”
Hearing Chanho’s voice, the woman innocently turned her head toward Chanho. Chan-ho involuntarily drew in a breath at her face, which was even more beautiful when he saw her up close.
Her memories of women were almost traumatic. Women would probably think of Chan-ho as a dangerous element or a pre-criminal, but from Chan-ho’s point of view, she was much more terrifying to women.
That’s why he shrinks, and that’s why he can’t easily take a single step.
“Stir. What, what are you doing?”
The woman smiled awkwardly, but it was clear that she also regarded the stranger as something threatening.
Noticing the woman’s appearance, the people around them all turned their eyes to the two, wondering what was going on.
If it was Chanho, he would have turned his back and ran away without being able to properly apologize here.
If it was normal, that is. But if you’ve seen an incredible miracle, you’re going to do more than usual.
“Would you like to look at this?”
Chanho held out his phone to the woman’s face. The woman furrowed her eyebrows, wary of the strange man’s behavior. She was wary, but it was clear that her eyes were on the phone anyway.
And with that, it’s already complete.
“Ah…”
The woman’s eyes gathered into one point.
He stares at his phone as if possessed and mutters something incessantly in a low voice.
It was indescribably creepy, and it felt naughty.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Someone from the side tapped the woman’s forearm and expressed concern. And at that very moment, the woman lifted her head, bouncing her bent waist like a spring, and she bowed her head to Chan-ho with her incredibly bright face.
“Nice to meet you, boss!”
President.
Is that a setting like that?
A little embarrassed, but never in a bad mood. It feels good no matter what it’s like to wear a gamtu.
“I really feel embarrassed because I didn’t get to know you right away. This part cannot be helped systematically, so please understand with the same mind as Hahae.”
“Uh, uh… Yes.”
Chan-ho shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what to do with his wary reaction and attitude so far.
The woman smiled her eyes as if Chan-ho was cute, then she squeezed his hand.
The woman’s hand, which he held for the first time in his life, was incredibly soft.
“I have a lot to say, but it’s a bit like that here because people have a lot of eyes. I’ll change my seat. Are you okay?”
“Uh, uh… Yes. It doesn’t matter.”
“All right. Shall we go then?”
The woman suddenly started running while pulling Chanho’s arm.
Looking at this from the side, it must look like a cartoon, Chanho thought to himself.
//
“Ah, your boss. It’s sudden, but I won’t go to work from today. I called to inform you about it. I got a new job. Yes, yes… Aye indeed. Why are you cursing I can’t help it either. Because that’s how it was decided. Anyway, I hope you know that and you can fill my void quickly. Boss, fighting!”
The woman who notified on her cell phone unilaterally folded the cell phone. She even turned off the phone when it rang a few more times.
The woman, who turned off her power to block any more squealing, bowed her head to Chan-ho with her embarrassed face.
“I’m sorry, boss. I’m the former boss, but I think it’s polite to give a word of notice in the yard where I can’t even go to work. Will you understand?”
“Ah, um… No, of course.”
I understand and it’s Nabal.
Chan-ho was shocked to see him throw away his former job without regrets, calling himself the president.
In front of the ability to manipulate reality, this much is taken for granted, but it is not accepted in the head.
Would it be possible to set a realistic standard for the realistic problem of employment without knowing it?
Whether Chan-ho was confused or not, the woman bowed her waist toward Chan-ho with a relieved face as if she had removed unnecessary baggage.
“Unintentionally, the greeting was late. She is called Han So-young, who will be in charge of the boss’s secretary from today. In the future, I will support you with both my mind and heart so that the boss can enjoy playing this ‘common sense change tycoon’, so please look at it cutely.”
“Did you know that this world is a ‘common sense change tycoon’?”
Huhu, Soyoung laughed. Her cheeks are bleeding because she feels like she’s been made a fool of herself.
“I didn’t know until now. But she knows now because she got the data installed from that phone. Also my duty. Oh, and lower your voice. I’m just a secretary, and the boss is the boss, right?”
“Uh, but you’re older…”
“Ugh! If it’s really polite, it’s not very nice to mention a woman’s age. Take it easy, take it easy.”
“Well, then… Okay.”
“Hmm!”
Soyoung nodded her head in satisfaction and began to speak to her.
“Then I will have to fulfill my role as secretary. First of all, you already heard a brief overview of this world on that cell phone, right?”
“Huh.”
“You will never hear that messenger voice from now on. End of service, so to speak! Now, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me all. All the necessary information has already been installed.”
When you use the word install, you sound like a robot.
Either way, Chan-ho thought that a beautiful woman’s voice was better than an inorganic mechanical sound. He’s a male too.
“First of all, I will explain the purpose of this game. The objective of the game is simple. It is to create the only theme park in the world. The only difference is that the theme is very lewd and erotic. Hmm… In other words, is it super-expansion plus entertainment in a brothel?”
Gulp.
Chanho unknowingly flinched at his neck. Soyoung did not miss it and grasped it.
She smirks and whispers in Chanho’s ear while smiling like a goblin.
“For example, a cosplay hero show that only perverts with weird brains can do… Or a rape experience class.. A molester train.. All sorts of things like pervert can be justified in the name of a ‘theme park’. It is to make such a theme park with the owner’s hands. Will it be fun?”
With a sweet voice that seemed to stick to her ears, Soyoung continued to explain.
“And the manpower needed there… Originally, women who would have lived a very normal and happy life will be used to their heart’s content to make up for it. Just like me.”
“Oops!”
The front of Chanho’s trousers swelled to the limit. An outrageous setup that inflates her cock to its limits just by imagining it with her head.
Seeing that, Soyoung covered her mouth with one of her hands and tapped her finger on the front of Chanho’s pants while laughing.
“Wow. You are really honest here. Are you that excited to be able to mess up the life of a girl like me?”
“Oh, no, that’s not it.”
“Again, you’re saying respectful things again… Well, from my point of view, the president needs to wake up. It’s hard to play the game smoothly if you’re too servile. Hmm… And there is nothing that only women have done for men’s awakening.”
“To… To… ?”
Soyoung smiled and took her body away from Chanho’s ear. And even ask
“Do you know why I brought the boss here? It’s a very easy problem…”
“That, that…”
Chan-ho looked around, sweating profusely.
This is a motel.
The place where I thought I would never have a relationship with Chanho.
“Sex, of course. A motel is a place for that, right?”
Declaring that boldly, So-young lowered her panties from the seat she was standing on.
It was an angle, so I couldn’t see anything, but that action itself fueled Chanho’s masculinity like crazy.
And if you can’t see the bottom of the skirt from the angle, there’s no problem.
Soyoung will lift up her skirt and show it to you.
“I… I’m still a virgin… Would you like to fuck and eat my virgin pussy with the boss’s handsome cock?”
Is it a man to endure here? If you put up with it here, that’s not a man.
Chan-ho was a man.
