Prologue - I Signed the Intern Contract.
I signed the intern contract. I wanted to live in a world where I could have wild sex with women nonstop. I prayed for it, and it came true. When I opened my eyes, I had fallen into the world of the game I was playing. A trashy C-grade ero-game that I'd cleared once and never touched again...
"...And that's all the precautions for your internship period. Do you have any more questions, Mr. Igyeol?"
A soft yet clear voice pierced my ears. I blinked, and my blurry vision gradually sharpened. It was an unfamiliar office. The space was impeccably tidy without a single unnecessary item, filled with a faint citrus scent. Across from me sat a woman with neat chocolate-brown bobbed hair, gazing at me. She wore a crisp blouse with an ID badge clipped to her chest— the picture of diligence and competence.
Huh...? Who's this woman?
I stared at her blankly, lost in thought. First off, where the hell was I? And what had happened to me?
I rummaged through my memories. The last thing I remembered was standing by the window, watching a shooting star and making a wish.
I want to live in a world where I can fuck women like crazy.
Even if I was blackout drunk and had just been brutally dumped by my girlfriend, it was a pathetic wish. Anyway, my memory was crystal clear up to that point. The problem came after.
I finished praying and chugged some cold water to sober up a bit. Then I choked. I coughed violently, my head spun, my vision went black, and I collapsed to the floor. I could vividly feel my life slipping away from my body.
That was it. My last memory. And now I was here. The drunken haze was completely gone.
"Mr. Igyeol? Mr. Igyeol? Is something wrong? Do you need me to explain again?"
Her concerned voice pulled my gaze downward. In front of me was a smooth table. On it lay a few A4 sheets. And in my right hand, a heavy fountain pen.
I picked up the paper in front of me and scanned the contents carefully. It looked like an employment contract. It detailed the probationary salary, specific job regulations, and my agreement to work as an intern, all printed in dense text.
I glanced a bit higher, and the company name at the top caught my eye.
Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co.
Seeing that name, it hit me. This was a dream.
"Mr. Igyeol?"
"Ah, yes."
If it was a dream, no need to overthink it. I grabbed the pen and signed the signature line. The woman across from me—Lee Joohee, Deputy Manager, according to her name tag—pointed out the remaining spots, and I filled them all. She collected the contract with both hands and flashed an affable smile. She seemed like a really nice person. Dating someone like her would be pretty fun.
"Yes, I've received the documents. Welcome, Mr. Igyeol. You've arrived at Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co.."
I was twenty-nine. And I'd just started a new job. As the lowest rung: an intern.
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"Was that already a year ago...?"
Han Igyeol. Age twenty-nine. Former job: hotel VVIP concierge. Current job: lowly intern at the yokai office.
That was my title now. Ah, I'd just turned thirty after the new year passed. It had been almost a year since I arrived in this world. I was starting to accept reality.
What I'd thought was a dream back then... didn't seem to be a dream after all. It was too vivid, and it had dragged on way too long for one.
No way that's possible.
A year ago, I'd fallen into this world. When I came to, I was signing an entry contract and became an intern at Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co. The ridiculous truth was that this company shared its name with one from a game I'd played before. It was too much of a coincidence to brush off—the world matched the game eerily.
At least in my old reality, magical girls, superpowered folks, hunters, and exorcists weren't openly roaming around.
Why this game of all things?
It felt so unfair. I barely even remembered when I'd played it. After getting a job, I was too busy for games, so it must've been before that. Years ago, probably.
Even though I'd wished for it, couldn't there have been a better world? Like one where I built a harem as a demon king of destruction. Or as a villain banging all the heroes.
It is an ero-game, though.
The environment let you fuck women to your heart's content. Sure, but...
Get fired, and it's game over.
Game over, and then—
If my memory was right, my soul would become the president's plaything. Forever, neither dead nor alive.
Even worse, I had no abilities. Transmigrated into a game, but no cheat powers, no status screen. No privileges, no player skills. Nothing. Just the game's brutal system and hardcore events.
I had plenty to complain about, but no one to hear it.
And even in a world where magical girls flew through the skies, hunters battled monsters spewing fire, my job stayed the same. Go to work. Do the job. In a crazy world, a powerless normie's routine doesn't change much.
...
The subway commute was always hell. Same as my old reality.
Monsters occasionally popped up and trashed the city, but salarymen couldn't escape the daily grind. When the monster alert sounded, we'd huddle in shelters until magical girls swooped in from the sky to end it, then cram back onto the trains. Just added "monster sighting" to the tardy excuse form. Survival's grind stayed the same.
I exited the station and stood before the familiar high-rise in the bustling downtown. Into the lobby, elevator up, hit 6.
Fifth floor: Healing Soul Mental Clinic, soothing weary modern souls. Sixth floor: the real demon den hidden behind it, Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co.'s main office.
Ding. The cheerful chime opened the sixth-floor doors. I caught my breath and pushed through the glass office door.
"Good morning, Igyeol. You're five minutes late today."
A bright greeting hit me right away. Lee Joohee, Deputy Manager. Her neat ID badge gleamed in the morning sun. As always, she welcomed me with a flawless, radiant smile. Her usually loose hair was tied back short today.
"Hunters picked a fight at the transfer station first thing in the morning, delayed the subway. Should round up all those show-offs flexing on commutes and lock 'em up. Good morning, Deputy Manager."
"Oh dear, that could’ve been dangerous. No injuries?"
"You think I'd stick around? I bolted first."
She burst into bright, lively laughter at my deadpan reply. Not mechanical fake stuff—this was the healthy, upbeat kind that lifted your mood. Her faint citrus scent freshened the office air even more.
I nodded lightly to her and headed straight to the break room at the end of the hall. Caffeine and sugar were key to my day.
Familiar motions: two paper cups stacked, two packs of instant coffee dumped in. Hot water from the dispenser, stir. Then, clicking heels approached from behind.
"Igyeol, you drink it like that again? Two packs every morning, your veins'll run coffee instead of blood."
Deputy Manager Joohee leaned against the doorframe, tapping her tablet.
I sipped the hot brew, soothing my bitter gut.
"Leave it. Don't steal my daily fuel. Without this, I don't feel alive."
"Such a drama queen. You might wake up one day all bloated. Watch it."
"I work out hard, so it'll be fine."
"Really~?"
At her teasing tone, I patted my abs.
"Wanna feel? They're solid."
"Is that sexual harassment?"
"Nah, it's... just a joke."
"Hehe, me too."
"C'mon, you know I'm sensitive after that incident."
"Right, that was last week?"
As she said, there'd been a minor uproar. An anonymous complaint about office morals and decorum violation. Thoroughly anonymous, but only one person here would target me like that.
It didn't blow up, but the demerit points stung.
"Senior Rita's too much. Why's she always dying to chew me out?"
"She's nice to everyone else, just you she picks on."
"So unfair."
Cup emptied while chatting. I tossed it in the trash, but she lingered.
"Anyway, time to work. Before that—"
"What color panties today, Deputy Manager?"
She kept tapping her tablet but answered earnestly.
"Black low-rise lace. No bra on top."
Sure enough, faint nipple outlines showed through her shirt.
"You didn't go braless to work, right?"
"What do you take me for? Took it off after arriving."
"Stripping to undies first thing isn't normal, but whatever. Mind showing me? Wanna see for real."
"Sure, of course."
She set the tablet aside and casually unbuttoned her shirt. Her perfectly handful-sized, firm C-cup breasts emerged. Then she hiked up her skirt with both hands, revealing sheer stockings and the black lace panties beneath.
I squatted in front of her and admired the panties without restraint. Then I slowly kneaded her ass through the stockings. The warm, elastic flesh filled my palms perfectly.
"Nice. This suits you great."
"Thanks."
She seemed utterly natural, no awkwardness. Yesterday was her day off, so two days since the last panty viewing.
I unzipped and pulled out my dick. Already rock-hard just from the show. A year into Dugeundugeun Healing Soul Co. Worst job in every way, but morning coffee and perks like this kept me going somehow.