Chapter 2: First Common Sense Alteration - Secretary Creation
The name "Common Sense Alteration Tycoon" is one that, at first glance, would be difficult to grasp its meaning from just the words.
Normally, that is.
But for Chan-ho, who during his hikikomori period had devoured every lewd and vulgar medium imaginable, the story took a completely different turn.
Was it coincidence, or was it deliberate? It just so happened that the exact genre he loved most and couldn't get enough of was Common Sense Alteration.
The genre in which you distort the common sense that humans already possess and take pleasure in committing lewd acts. It is usually classified as a subgenre of hypnosis. Exactly right.
Before Chan-ho could even speak, the phone had already explained it.
The fact that the other party read his intention without him saying a word made things far too convenient. If everyone could read minds, there would be no distortion of intent and no misunderstandings at all.
Chan-ho briefly felt a pang of regret for his life filled with misunderstandings and prejudices. But that feeling lasted only a moment.
This world is a lewd game. It was created solely for that purpose.
Chan-ho's head began to throb.
Just following the transcendent scale of creating a world with 13.8 billion years of history for the sake of a game was already exhausting, yet all he had to do was play a Common Sense Alteration lewd game?
Was he insane?
Primitive people would call modern people's food consumption habits insane. From their perspective, it would be pure waste. You could say Chan-ho's feelings are exactly the same as those of a primitive person.
What kind of place was the real world, anyway?
There is still some doubt remaining in Chan-ho's heart.
"Ah, no. What am I...?"
Out of habit, he let out a servile remark to not offend others.
Of course, it was completely useless in front of someone who could read minds.
I will continue explaining from now on, but in this state it will be difficult to explain efficiently. I will leave the explanation to a human. It would be better for Chan-ho to receive it that way.
"Human? Hmm..."
He found it more comfortable to talk to the phone than to actual people.
"Um, then who..."
I will create it from now on. Through this process, you will never doubt anything again.
The phone suddenly erupted with blinding light. Chan-ho dropped the phone in surprise, but the light only grew stronger, creating a hologram in the center of the room.
The surreal SF scene was enough to make Chan-ho's jaw drop in awe.
The hologram split into dozens of small screens. On every screen was the face of a woman walking down the street.
And every single one of those women was beautiful.
I have selected women who match over 80% of Chan-ho's usual preferences. You may choose any one of them as your secretary.
"Sec... secretary?"
Deciding everything alone would be unnecessary trouble. If you want a woman, you may choose anyone. After all, the function of a secretary will be automatically installed.
"Install."
It felt exactly like a game.
Chan-ho swallowed hard while carefully examining the women in the hologram.
They were all beauties so far beyond his usual hikikomori nerd status that he couldn't even speak to them.
To unilaterally appoint such a beauty as his secretary?
And... and thinking about how this game was the Common Sense Alteration Tycoon...
"Is... is this woman okay?"
Chan-ho chose the short-haired woman with a gentle appearance.
The suit she wore looked a little awkward on a socialite, but that very awkwardness strangely felt refreshing.
On top of her dog-like cute face, the demure breasts that clearly asserted themselves even through the suit were a plus factor.
Just thinking that this woman would be happy if he only spoke to her made him feel like a king.
Confirmed. The method for creating a secretary is simple. Simply hold this phone in front of the woman you chose as secretary. It's an extremely simple task even a child can do. I will send her immediately.
"Send? Where?"
By the time he finished speaking, Chan-ho was already sitting in a chair at the cafe. The side chair on the first floor overlooking the outside. The aroma of steaming Americano tickled his nose.
"..."
A chill ran up his spine.
He hadn't been this shocked even when he witnessed the miracle of the phone reading his mind and answering first.
What was he supposed to call this? Space teleportation?
Or was it a kind of reality manipulation? If the coffee in front of him belonged to someone else, maybe.
The title of "god" was no exaggeration; he felt it in his bones.
Look up.
Following the phone's instruction, Chan-ho looked up. The woman he had chosen from the hologram appeared right in front of him.
The explanation has already been given.
The phone fell silent. Chan-ho didn't need any more words either.
There was no reason not to listen to someone who could freely teleport people and manipulate reality (presumably).
Chan-ho gripped the phone tightly. It felt like a gun. No, if anything, it was closer to a nuclear weapon in terms of danger.
With his heart pounding as if it might explode, Chan-ho stood behind the woman and took a deep breath.
"Um..."
"Yes? What is it, Boss?"
At the sound of Chan-ho's voice, the woman turned her head toward him with innocent curiosity. Up close, her face was even more beautiful, and Chan-ho involuntarily gulped.
His memories of women were almost nothing but trauma. Women probably saw him as a dangerous person or a potential criminal, but from Chan-ho's perspective, the women were far more terrifying.
That was why he shrank back, and that was why he couldn't take even one step forward.
"Um... wh-what is it...?"
The woman smiled awkwardly, but her instinct to see a strange man as a threat was clear.
Realizing her gaze, the surrounding people turned toward the two of them, wondering what was happening.
If it had been his usual self, he would have apologized properly and fled home without a second thought.
His usual self, that is. But someone who had witnessed an unbelievable miracle would do something beyond the usual.
"Could you look at this for me?"
Chan-ho held the phone out to the woman's face. She frowned, wary of the strange man's behavior. But her eyes had definitely landed on the phone.
And that was enough.
"Ah..."
The woman's eyes focused into a single point.
She stared at the phone in a trance, muttering something endlessly in a small voice.
The sight was indescribably creepy and strangely erotic.
"Um, are you okay?"
Someone nearby tapped the woman's arm and expressed concern. And in that instant, the woman straightened her bent waist like a spring, lifted her head, and bowed to Chan-ho with a face so bright it was unbelievable.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Boss!"
Boss.
Was that the setting?
It was a little embarrassing, but it wasn't bad at all. Wearing a crown was good in any case.
"I am truly sorry I could not greet you immediately. This part is unavoidable from a system perspective, so I hope you will understand with the same heart as a parent would for their child."
"Um, um... yes."
Chan-ho shrank back at the difference between her previous wary reaction and this one.
She smiled with eyes full of affection, as if she found him cute, and grabbed his hand firmly.
The hand of a woman he had never held before was unbelievably soft.
"There is much I must say, but here, with so many eyes on us, it is difficult. I will move to a better place. Is that alright?"
"Um, um... yes. No problem."
"I see. Then shall we go?"
The woman grabbed Chan-ho's arm and started running.
Watching this from the side, Chan-ho thought it looked like something from a manga.
"Ah, Boss. It's sudden, but I won't be coming to work today. I called to give you notice. I... I got a new job. Y-yes... oh my. Why are you cursing? I had no choice. It's decided. Anyway, please fill my empty seat quickly. Boss, fighting!"
The woman hung up the phone after leaving the message. The phone rang several more times, but she eventually turned it off completely.
With the power cut off, blocking any further fuss, she bowed to Chan-ho with an embarrassed face.
"I'm sorry, Boss. Even though you're my former boss, it seems only proper to give notice when I can't come to work. I hope you'll understand."
"Ah, um... of course."
Understand? What?
Chan-ho was stunned by the sight of her casually discarding her former job while calling him Boss.
While he accepted it as natural in front of reality manipulation, his head refused to accept it.
Did he unconsciously apply realistic standards to the realistic problem of employment?
Chan-ho was confused, but the woman faced him with a refreshed expression as if she had shed an unnecessary burden.
"I have been late in greeting you. My name is Han So-young, who will be in charge of Boss's secretary from today onward. I will support you in every way possible so that you can enjoy this 'Common Sense Alteration Tycoon' happily. Please treat me kindly."
"Y-you know this world is the 'Common Sense Alteration Tycoon'?"
So-young laughed with a "fufu." She seemed to be treated like an idiot, making her cheeks flush.
"I didn't know until now. But because I received data installation from that phone, I now know. My duty as well. Ah, and please lower your speech. I am just a secretary, and you are the Boss."
"Um, even so, you're older..."
"Ehehe! If you truly follow etiquette, mentioning a woman's age is not very good. Speak comfortably, comfortably."
"Th-then... okay."
"Hm!"
So-young nodded in satisfaction and began to speak.
"Then I should immediately perform my duties as a secretary. First, you have already heard the simple overview of this world from the phone, right?"
"Yeah."
"You won't have to listen to that messenger voice anymore. In other words, service terminated! Now, if you have any questions, ask me everything. All necessary information has already been installed."
The word "install" made it sound like a robot.
Chan-ho thought that regardless of the side, the beautiful voice of the beauty was better than the mechanical voice of a machine. He was a male, after all.
"First, I will explain the purpose of this game. The game's purpose is simple. To create a single theme park in this world. The only difference is that the theme is extremely lewd~ and erotic. Um... shall I say, an ultra-expanded brothel plus entertainment?"
"Gulp."
Chan-ho unconsciously gulped. So-young noticed without missing a beat.
She let out a "hihi" and whispered in Chan-ho's ear with a devilish smile.
"For example, a cosplay hero show for weird perverts... or a rape experience class... a chikan train... all sorts of perverted things can be justified under the name of 'theme park.' You, Boss, will create such a theme park with your own hands. It will be fun, right?"
With her sweet voice pressed against his ear, So-young continued explaining.
"And the personnel needed for that... in the original world, it would be the lives of women who lived ordinary and happy lives that would be used to the fullest. Just like me."
"Ugh!"
Chan-ho's crotch swelled to its limit. The lewd setting that made his penis swell just by imagining it.
So-young covered her mouth with one hand and laughed, poking the front of Chan-ho's pants with her finger.
"Wow. You're really honest here. Being able to turn a woman's life like mine into a complete mess at your whim makes you so excited?"
"Ah, no, th-that's not it..."
"Again, again with the honorifics... um, from my perspective, Boss needs to awaken once. You are too servile, making smooth game progress difficult. Um... and there are no men who haven't awakened."
"Eh... eh...?"
So-young smiled brightly and pulled her body away from Chan-ho's ear. Then she asked.
"Do you know why I was brought here specifically, Boss? It's a very easy question..."
"Th-that is..."
Chan-ho broke into a sweat while looking around.
This place was a motel.
The place he had never thought he would be connected to for the rest of his life.
"Of course, for sex. A motel is a place for that, right?"
With bold declaration, So-young lowered her panties at the front desk.
From the angle, nothing was visible, but the very act fanned Chan-ho's masculinity to a maddening degree.
And since the angle didn't show under the skirt, there was no problem.
So-young would lift her own skirt to show.
"I... I'm still a virgin... Boss, will you please take my virgin pussy with your manly cock?"
Would a man hold back here? If he did, he wouldn't be a man.
Chan-ho was a man.