Chapter 45
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Chapter 45:
Job Change
The day after finishing my second luxurious visit to the super public bathhouse, I received a message from my otaku friend saying, "I bought a book from your favorite circle for you, so come pick it up when you have free time." My friend, thank you. I'm impressed that you remembered how much I love Doujinshi from that circle.
Moreover, I appreciated the friendship of my otaku friend who ignored the otaku code [those who don't participate should not ask those who do participate to run errands for them] and bought the book for me.
Oh well
Come to think of it, has the summer event already ended? Along with a feeling of being left behind, I also feel a sense of impermanence, like the lingering afterglow of the enjoyable super sento extravaganza with the beautiful female college students from yesterday. Perhaps it's my hidden ability value of "melancholy" that makes me feel this way. I have no idea what's happening right now, but I want to believe that value is decreasing because I now have a girlfriend.
And then
Yes! I become a "massage therapist"!
I suddenly became convinced of this through intuitive inspiration.
There are several reasons for choosing this path. First, I have a cute and wonderful girlfriend named Ruu. She's an incredibly serious and cute girl. She's a girl who is too good for me. What would she think if her boyfriend remained an unemployed freeloader?
I am currently earning quite a bit of money by selling the magic stones I get from the dungeon, but needless to say, that's not good enough from a social standpoint.
I'm earning a decent income by selling the magic stones I obtained in the dungeon, but it's not socially acceptable. It's also premature to call myself a "dungeon explorer" as my occupation. Depending on the country's decision, it wouldn't be surprising if dungeons were restricted from the general public. Even if that happens, if I continue casually selling magic stones. I'll get caught immediately.
Alternatively, I could pretend to work for my previous company and claim to be a salaryman, but that's not an option.
Ruu was recently shocked and betrayed by Serai-sam, her best friend. She has fallen into a pretty dark place. If she found out that her new boyfriend, me, was also lying to her, she would be devastated.
Furthermore, due to spending an extended period as a lonely loner. My perversion has become quite twisted. The stack of doujinshi I've purchased over the years tells the depth of that obsession.
Despite that, I now have an incredibly cute girlfriend named Ruu. Hallelujah! However, as a socially awkward otaku, I bear the heavy cross that prevents me from holding hands or embracing her. Moreover, Ruu, who has become my girlfriend, is an extremely reserved and modest girl, which makes her hesitate even to touch hands, let alone shoulders.
Let me state it once again: I am a pervert.
Ideally, I want to touch girls. Because I spent a long time as an outcast and endured being bullied, I'm afraid of being disliked, even though I have grown accustomed to it. Therefore, I hesitate and hesitate.
If I were to instruct the college girls I coach on how to swing a bat and touch their bodies while saying something like, "Let me show you how to do it," perceptive girls would immediately notice my perverted intentions and look at me with contempt.
The same applies to massages. About 90% of men who say, "I can give you a massage," are motivated by erotic desires.
That's where being a massage therapist comes in. What if instead of saying, "I can give you a massage," I said, "I'm a qualified masseur. So I can examine you"? Even if it were 100% motivated by hidden desires, it would create a sense of privilege, similar to having a professional chef or a cook prepare a meal for you during private time.
Furthermore, in the future, the college girls I coach will need more advanced training to level up. If I were a massage therapist, I could take care of their body care, including massages.
As a massage therapist, I would have the excuse and moral justification to touch their bodies. They would feel good as their bodies are in good condition, and I would be happy touching young girls' bodies. That creates a win-win situation where nobody loses.
Let me reiterate once again: I am a pervert.
I approach things with the determination to "create my lucky perverted moments if they don't happen naturally."
Well, these are things I can write because this is a notebook I have no intention of showing to anyone.
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Chapter 45:
Job Change
The day after finishing my second luxurious visit to the super public bathhouse, I received a message from my otaku friend saying, "I bought a book from your favorite circle for you, so come pick it up when you have free time." My friend, thank you. I'm impressed that you remembered how much I love Doujinshi from that circle.
Moreover, I appreciated the friendship of my otaku friend who ignored the otaku code [those who don't participate should not ask those who do participate to run errands for them] and bought the book for me.
Oh well
Come to think of it, has the summer event already ended? Along with a feeling of being left behind, I also feel a sense of impermanence, like the lingering afterglow of the enjoyable super sento extravaganza with the beautiful female college students from yesterday. Perhaps it's my hidden ability value of "melancholy" that makes me feel this way. I have no idea what's happening right now, but I want to believe that value is decreasing because I now have a girlfriend.
And then
Yes! I become a "massage therapist"!
I suddenly became convinced of this through intuitive inspiration.
There are several reasons for choosing this path. First, I have a cute and wonderful girlfriend named Ruu. She's an incredibly serious and cute girl. She's a girl who is too good for me. What would she think if her boyfriend remained an unemployed freeloader?
I am currently earning quite a bit of money by selling the magic stones I get from the dungeon, but needless to say, that's not good enough from a social standpoint.
I'm earning a decent income by selling the magic stones I obtained in the dungeon, but it's not socially acceptable. It's also premature to call myself a "dungeon explorer" as my occupation. Depending on the country's decision, it wouldn't be surprising if dungeons were restricted from the general public. Even if that happens, if I continue casually selling magic stones. I'll get caught immediately.
Alternatively, I could pretend to work for my previous company and claim to be a salaryman, but that's not an option.
Ruu was recently shocked and betrayed by Serai-sam, her best friend. She has fallen into a pretty dark place. If she found out that her new boyfriend, me, was also lying to her, she would be devastated.
Furthermore, due to spending an extended period as a lonely loner. My perversion has become quite twisted. The stack of doujinshi I've purchased over the years tells the depth of that obsession.
Despite that, I now have an incredibly cute girlfriend named Ruu. Hallelujah! However, as a socially awkward otaku, I bear the heavy cross that prevents me from holding hands or embracing her. Moreover, Ruu, who has become my girlfriend, is an extremely reserved and modest girl, which makes her hesitate even to touch hands, let alone shoulders.
Let me state it once again: I am a pervert.
Ideally, I want to touch girls. Because I spent a long time as an outcast and endured being bullied, I'm afraid of being disliked, even though I have grown accustomed to it. Therefore, I hesitate and hesitate.
If I were to instruct the college girls I coach on how to swing a bat and touch their bodies while saying something like, "Let me show you how to do it," perceptive girls would immediately notice my perverted intentions and look at me with contempt.
The same applies to massages. About 90% of men who say, "I can give you a massage," are motivated by erotic desires.
That's where being a massage therapist comes in. What if instead of saying, "I can give you a massage," I said, "I'm a qualified masseur. So I can examine you"? Even if it were 100% motivated by hidden desires, it would create a sense of privilege, similar to having a professional chef or a cook prepare a meal for you during private time.
Furthermore, in the future, the college girls I coach will need more advanced training to level up. If I were a massage therapist, I could take care of their body care, including massages.
As a massage therapist, I would have the excuse and moral justification to touch their bodies. They would feel good as their bodies are in good condition, and I would be happy touching young girls' bodies. That creates a win-win situation where nobody loses.
Let me reiterate once again: I am a pervert.
I approach things with the determination to "create my lucky perverted moments if they don't happen naturally."
Well, these are things I can write because this is a notebook I have no intention of showing to anyone.
Please use VPN if you're blocked.
Please support me on Ko-fi. Your support is helping me a lot. For every $5 you'll get one extra chapter of you choosing.
Chapter 45:Job ChangeThe day after finishing my second luxurious visit to the super public bathhouse, I received a message from my otaku friend saying, "I bought a book from your favorite circle for you, so come pick it up when you have free time." My friend, thank you. I'm impressed that you remembered how much I love Doujinshi from that circle.Moreover, I appreciated the friendship of my otaku friend who ignored the otaku code those who don't participate should not ask those who do participate to run errands for them and bought the book for me.Oh wellCome to think of it, has the summer event already ended? Along with a feeling of being left behind, I also feel a sense of impermanence, like the lingering afterglow of the enjoyable super sento extravaganza with the beautiful female college students from yesterday. Perhaps it's my hidden ability value of "melancholy" that makes me feel this way. I have no idea what's happening right now, but I want to believe that value is decreasing because I now have a girlfriend.And thenYes! I become a "massage therapist"!I suddenly became convinced of this through intuitive inspiration.There are several reasons for choosing this path. First, I have a cute and wonderful girlfriend named Ruu. She's an incredibly serious and cute girl. She's a girl who is too good for me. What would she think if her boyfriend remained an unemployed freeloader?I am currently earning quite a bit of money by selling the magic stones I get from the dungeon, but needless to say, that's not good enough from a social standpoint.I'm earning a decent income by selling the magic stones I obtained in the dungeon, but it's not socially acceptable. It's also premature to call myself a "dungeon explorer" as my occupation. Depending on the country's decision, it wouldn't be surprising if dungeons were restricted from the general public. Even if that happens, if I continue casually selling magic stones. I'll get caught immediately.Alternatively, I could pretend to work for my previous company and claim to be a salaryman, but that's not an option.Ruu was recently shocked and betrayed by Serai-sam, her best friend. She has fallen into a pretty dark place. If she found out that her new boyfriend, me, was also lying to her, she would be devastated.Furthermore, due to spending an extended period as a lonely loner. My perversion has become quite twisted. The stack of doujinshi I've purchased over the years tells the depth of that obsession.Despite that, I now have an incredibly cute girlfriend named Ruu. Hallelujah! However, as a socially awkward otaku, I bear the heavy cross that prevents me from holding hands or embracing her. Moreover, Ruu, who has become my girlfriend, is an extremely reserved and modest girl, which makes her hesitate even to touch hands, let alone shoulders.Let me state it once again: I am a pervert.Ideally, I want to touch girls. Because I spent a long time as an outcast and endured being bullied, I'm afraid of being disliked, even though I have grown accustomed to it. Therefore, I hesitate and hesitate.If I were to instruct the college girls I coach on how to swing a bat and touch their bodies while saying something like, "Let me show you how to do it," perceptive girls would immediately notice my perverted intentions and look at me with contempt.The same applies to massages. About 90% of men who say, "I can give you a massage," are motivated by erotic desires.That's where being a massage therapist comes in. What if instead of saying, "I can give you a massage," I said, "I'm a qualified masseur. So I can examine you"? Even if it were 100% motivated by hidden desires, it would create a sense of privilege, similar to having a professional chef or a cook prepare a meal for you during private time.Furthermore, in the future, the college girls I coach will need more advanced training to level up. If I were a massage therapist, I could take care of their body care, including massages.As a massage therapist, I would have the excuse and moral justification to touch their bodies. They would feel good as their bodies are in good condition, and I would be happy touching young girls' bodies. That creates a win-win situation where nobody loses.Let me reiterate once again: I am a pervert.I approach things with the determination to "create my lucky perverted moments if they don't happen naturally."Well, these are things I can write because this is a notebook I have no intention of showing to anyone.Please use VPN if you're blocked.Please support me on Ko-fi. Your support is helping me a lot. For every $5 you'll get one extra chapter of you choosing.
