The First Employee
The soft, wet sounds of pleasure filled the room as Chan-ho used Song Yeon-hee’s pussy to his satisfaction, his cock finally slipping free. Even though he hadn’t uttered a single word, Song Yeon-hee immediately began cleaning his cock with her mouth, her pussy juices and semen thoroughly coating every inch.
Truly, there were honest secretaries like her.
Chan-ho accepted it as a natural part of things, just as he was.
The afterglow of sex made the act less intensely stimulating, but the mere idea of a woman cleaning his dirty cock with her mouth was enough to excite him, so he didn’t mind at all.
Every nook and cranny—the inside of the foreskin, the back of the glans, the shaft, even his balls—Song Yeon-hee meticulously cleaned any spot that might be dirty.
Once she had thoroughly cleaned every part of his cock, Song Yeon-hee smiled at him with a wink and asked, “The cleaning is complete. Did you enjoy it, President?”
“Yeah, not bad at all.”
Chan-ho showed no trace of his previous subservient demeanor before the sex. In just one session, he had perfectly embodied the image of a president. It was the very appearance befitting an avatar of a god.
It wasn’t arrogant, or perhaps opportunistic, but whatever.
“Then, now that the service is over, I’ll briefly explain the play style of this world. Is that okay?”
“Sure, go ahead and explain it in a way I can easily understand.”
“Yes! Well, I did explain a little earlier, right? The goal is to build an erotic theme park in this world. Haven’t you seen it often in doujinshi? A theme park filled with perverted acts.”
“Yeah, I see it occasionally.”
Inside the amusement park, selling cock candy, doing erotic cosplay parades, of course having orgies, operating dildo roller coasters, and so on.
It’s not something you see every day, but it appears once in a while when you forget.
Chan-ho was creating it with his own hands. It was… definitely going to be fun.
Chan-ho’s favorite genre was none other than common sense alteration stuff.
He liked netori, rape, BDSM, DILF keywords, but the real joy was watching women go insane from being steeped in absurd common sense. That was the true essence.
Was his taste for this the reason he was chosen as the avatar?
“However, as expected, since this is a game, it’s impossible to create such a theme park from nothing right from the start. Could you open your phone for me?”
Following Song Yeon-hee’s words, when he opened the phone, a window that hadn’t been visible before appeared.
CEO Level: 1
Desire Energy: (0/100)
“CEO level… Desire Energy?”
“Simply put, the CEO level is how far the range of that ability reaches. At level 1, for example, in society it would be recognized as a legal brothel?”
“Level 1 as legal brothel…”
“When the level increases, you can expand the scale, form strategic partnerships with other companies, connect with mass media, designate as a national project, open stores overseas, and so on.”
“Yeah?”
It didn’t feel real, but it really was like a company. The CEO level wasn’t just talk.
“And Desire Energy is a resource. By consuming Desire Energy, you can increase the number of employees in the theme park, add various settings applied within the theme park, and reinforce internal facilities.”
“Oh… Then, how do you gather that resource?”
“It’s simple. Host customers and fully satisfy their desires, and that’s it. The amount of Desire Energy you can extract from the customer depends on how well they satisfied their desires.”
“Hmm…”
Before starting in earnest, it didn’t hit hard.
Chan-ho, who had been nodding his head vaguely, felt a sense of incongruity and asked.
“Wait a minute. This Desire Energy is currently zero. Then, how do I turn on the engine? It says by consuming Desire Energy to hire employees. So, can I not hire employees now? Or do I have to make you a customer?”
“Eh?”
Song Yeon-hee tilted her head, not understanding for a moment, then smiled and said.
“The first employee is scheduled to be provided as a tutorial, so even if Desire Energy is zero now, there’s nothing strange about it. I don’t need to step in. Ah, of course, if the President wants, I can also step into the business front line, but would you like that?”
“Hmm…”
Chan-ho thought for a moment and decided to drop it.
“No, I like having you as my exclusive one. Having at least one that’s mine gives me the flavor of doing it myself.”
Chan-ho wasn’t the type to show strong possessiveness over women. At least when watching hentai or such.
What he was interested in was appreciating how a woman’s life was brutally and vulgarly ruined. In other words, treating women as playthings rather than possessions?
But even he preferred to have at least one of his own.
It could be expanded later.
“Understood. Then, I’ll engrave in my heart that I’m your exclusive pussy. Don’t worry. This body may look like it, but I’m confident in protecting my chastity.”
“Yeah. That’s good.”
Chan-ho felt a slight itch in the corner of his heart at Song Yeon-hee’s words. Not bad. Having an exclusive pussy was nice.
“Then, I’ll continue explaining. Desire Energy is consumed when used, and it fills up again by receiving customers. And you see this limit of 100 here? When Desire Energy reaches 100, it means a level-up quest is generated.”
“Level-up quest… Is it hard?”
“It’s not at all! A level-up quest is like the tutorial for the next level, so feel free to enjoy it comfortably.”
Opportunistic, huh.
But good. That’s exactly what he liked.
Since his past life has been so tough, it’s okay if it’s a bit easier from now on?
“At this level, it’s impossible to operate a decent theme park. Maybe it’s limited to operating something like a brothel? Well, even if it’s called a theme park, and for that, you’ll need at least one employee.”
“How do I get employees?”
“Do like what I did.”
Chan-ho looked down at the phone in his hand. If he just shows this, anyone would immediately become like Song Yeon-hee?
“I won’t understand everything immediately like you. But separately from that, becoming our employee is a definite fact. You can never escape it under any circumstances.”
“Huh… Hmm…”
It has an absolute nature like a nuclear weapon.
No, more than that. Nuclear weapons can’t be used at will, but this isn’t the case.
“How do you feel, Master? Is there a woman who has been thinking about sucking you or ruining that woman’s life?”
“…A woman I thought about sucking…”
Of course, there are many. The girls on TV, the ones on YouTube, the ones who had a tough time at school.
But for the first one, it would be better to be a girl from nearby, right?
“Good. It’s decided.”
After her husband died, Song Yeon-hee’s life could be summed up in one word: her daughter.
Devoting herself for the precious daughter, the greatest legacy left by her beloved husband. That became her life’s greatest purpose.
Fortunately, her husband had been earning well in his youth and had enough life insurance, so there was no difficulty in supporting her daughter.
Her daughter also responded to her mother’s expectations and support, securing excellent grades and reputation in school and building a solid future.
Song Yeon-hee was very proud of such a daughter. She also felt a small but clear sense of achievement in raising such a daughter herself.
But even she, being a person, couldn’t help but think in such a way sometimes.
“What other things can I do besides raising my daughter?”
As her daughter’s university entrance exam approached, such thoughts accelerated.
After her daughter becomes independent, where will I find the meaning of my life?
I can’t hug my daughter forever. Children grow up and must become independent, right?
Then, what will remain for me?
“I should find my own path, not just relying on Min-ju…”
But what can a woman over 40 do to find a new path?
In the end, she’ll just live day by day without knowing what to do and age.
Gradually, unconsciously, Song Yeon-hee was becoming powerless in her daily life.
And a very big change came to her daily routine.
“Hello, auntie. I came because I had something to discuss for business.”
“Eh? Business…? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
One day, while her daughter Min-ju was at school and she was home alone.
A man whose face she didn’t know well pressed the doorbell.
Song Yeon-hee, who was used to being cautious with unfamiliar men, was watching the man through the intercom and thinking she would call the police if anything happened.
“It’s annoying to talk about various things, so look at this first. It says it works even through the intercom. It’s a complete scam item.”
“Eh?”
The man was saying incomprehensible things into the phone.
And facing the phone, Song Yeon-hee…