Folder of Desire: Dreams Turned Reality

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And so, the next day arrived.

As usual, I went to the massage shop and leisurely sipped a cup of coffee.

I was casually chatting with a female employee, sharing a few laughs, when the door suddenly opened.

Kang Miyeon had arrived for work.

"Good morning, everyone."

Her greeting was cool and composed, just like the director's.

However, the moment she noticed me, her movements briefly stiffened, as if caught off guard.

"… Uh, uhh… Umm."

Since she shows her embarrassment so openly, the employees tilt their heads and look at me strangely.

So, I took the initiative and tried to lighten the mood.

"Haha… Director. Good morning. You look so pretty today too."

She was definitely more dressed up than usual.

The staff at her desk seemed to notice and quickly showered her with praise.

"See? I heard the director is aging in reverse. I'm so jealous of your skin!"

"I'm envious of your figure too. Do you even do anything to maintain it?"

"The director is my ultimate role model—successful, talented, and, on top of that, gorgeous."

Most of these compliments were just attempts to score favor, but they still held some truth—after all, she had the looks and the presence to back them up.

A little embarrassed, Kang Miyeon lifted her chin and pointed a finger at me.

"Masseur Minhyuk? Come to the director's office for a moment."

Then she walks ahead and enters the director's office arrogantly.

Then, the desk staff gathered around me, tapped my shoulder, and offered words of comfort.

"Masseur Minhyuk. Did you make some mistake?"

"That's right. If the director calls you separately, it's at least a speech."

"Ha… How did I get off to a good start? I guess I'll just keep an eye on the director today as well."

The girls, who have completely lost their footing, give me a look of pity.

Without bothering to explain, I followed Kang Miyeon into the director's office.

─Squeak

"Yes, director. What's going on?"

When I opened the door and entered, Kang Miyeon was changing her outerwear.

When she took off the suit jacket she wore, her pale skin was revealed.

She was slightly exposed in a sleeveless blouse.

It seemed like she was sending a signal that she was going to overtly seduce me.

"Ah… I have something to tell you. Please sit there comfortably."

At her recommendation, I took a seat on the sofa in the director's office.

Before long, she was dressed in a crisp white director's gown, sitting across from me on the sofa with her legs elegantly crossed.

"Do you have something to say?" she asked.

As I remained silent, she playfully shifted her posture, crossing her legs in the other direction.

The smooth line of her stockings extended beneath her short skirt, drawing my attention for a brief moment.

Her lingerie underwear was visible in the deepest part.

She opened her lips, enjoying my subtle gaze.

"Hmm. That's right. I think I was a bit rude. I called you this to apologize."

"Huh? That's rude? Ah. Is that about Idol Ina?"

"Yes. Masseur Minhyuk is not the type of person to do that. I think I made a fuss for no reason. I'm sorry."

Then, as she lowered her head, I could see her attractive tits through the open buttons of her blouse.

The same goes for showing panties.

The same goes for subtly revealing cleavage.

It seemed like she was really horny because of last night's dream.

After all, she climaxed so magnificently that she couldn't help but feel horny.

"Haha. What's the point of apologizing? In life, misunderstandings happen. It's no big deal to me, so the director shouldn't worry about it either."

"Oh my, Masseur Minhyuk has such a generous heart. But it's not in my nature to let things slide. I'd like to give you something in return."

"Hmm? Repayment? No, that's really not necessary."

"No, I insist. It would bother me otherwise. Hmm... what would be best?"

Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly a skilled actress.

It was obvious she had planned this in advance—the scripted nature of her words was too apparent.

With an exaggerated snap of her fingers, she suddenly acted as if an idea had just struck her.

"Hmm! I've got it. I placed a bet for a massage this Saturday. I'll give it to Masseur Minhyuk as a gesture of reconciliation."

It was clear this had been her plan all along.

Her intention was to openly seduce me and get me to fuck her like a bitch.

I thought it was cute and burst out laughing.

Her face turned red as if she was embarrassed by my laughter.

"Well, that's great. Since the director is offering me a massage, there's no reason to refuse. I'm always the one giving them, so it's been a while since I've had one myself."

As I accepted without hesitation, she smiled mischievously, her fingers lightly tracing her lips.

Her tongue briefly flicked out, exuding a teasing energy.

"Hoho… That's right. You can look forward to it. I was quite skilled back in my active days. In fact, my reservations were always booked at least a week in advance."

"Oh? Really? That's surprising. You're so thin—I wonder if you even have the strength for it. It'll still feel refreshing, right?"

When I subtly provoked her, she covered her mouth and let out a soft, coquettish laugh.

"Well, there isn't just one kind of 'refreshing' feeling. Acupressure isn't the only way to bring relief, right?"

"…Right?"

"Sometimes, a gentler touch is even more enjoyable. You'll understand once you experience it."

She was truly giving me a meaningful message.

It was a strange way of speaking that stimulates the imagination.

She even opened her lips, enjoying my reaction.

"Anyway, I'll prepare a course that our masseur Minhyuk will like, so don't worry. So we've made up now, right? Let's get rid of all our regrets?"

I nodded my head, pretending not to be able to resist her question.

Maybe it was because I've been doing a lot of volunteer work lately, but I also wanted to feel the touch of a woman.

After accepting the after-sales service application under the guise of reconciliation, I left the director's office with excitement.

I was excited to see what kind of message she would prepare.

* * *

A leisurely afternoon.

I sat at my desk and opened several foreign language textbooks—starting with English and other major Western languages.

Since I planned to expand my FanHub channel into the U.S., studying wasn't just an option; it was a necessity.

Alright, let's start with some enhancement.

I pulled out the elixir of speaking in tongues from my pocket and let it drip onto my lips.

A strange, bitter taste spread across my tongue, and almost instantly, a sharp pain shot through my head.

"Ugh…"

It felt as if my vision was spinning.

But the pain didn't last long.

Moments later, everything sharpened into absolute clarity.

"…Oooh. Oooh."

I had only skimmed the textbook for a moment, yet the sentences were already beginning to make sense.

Each word seemed to float in the air, aligning itself with the Korean alphabet in my mind.

Excited by this strange and exhilarating sensation, I flipped through the pages.

With every turn, countless words imprinted themselves into my brain.

It didn't even feel like studying—just reading, and the knowledge settled in naturally. It couldn't have been more convenient.

With the drug's power, I absorbed the English textbooks in an instant.

Though the effect only lasted briefly, repeated exposure would rapidly improve my skills.

"Maybe I should consider a career as an interpreter?"

Without hesitation, I moved on to French and German.

The more I read, the more I felt my brain overheating—but stopping wasn't an option.

This experience was simply too incredible.

"Let's tackle Chinese and Japanese while I'm at it."

Japan was a traditional AV powerhouse.

China has also recently been producing its own adult content.

If I learn it, there will be no harm in the future.

By the way, if I do this, I will already be speaking 6 languages.

At this point, I felt excited that I could sleep with women from all over the world.

If you are born with the destiny of a male, shouldn't you spread some seeds everywhere?

A happy smile appeared in my head as hot girls from various countries flashed through my mind.

I studied for a while, letting my imagination run wild.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated and rang.

When I checked the caller ID, it turned out to be my lovely housewife, Aran.

"Oh my! Ma'am! I should have contacted you first!"

Before Choi Aran could say anything, I playfully bowed in advance.

She chuckled before speaking.

— Oppa, you've been busy these days. You barely contact me.

Though she said it with a smile, I could sense the underlying frustration and disappointment in her tone.

She might be a wife in name only, but she was clearly asking for more attention.

I immediately flashed a grin and tried to soothe her.

"Hey, why are you making a fuss? Just let things flow as usual."

— Really? As usual? So that means you're meeting another girl?

"…Uhm. I won't lie. Yeah, I've been meeting someone."

— Ugh. Should I be happy that you're being honest? So, was it fun spending time with another girl? Huh?

Uncharacteristically, she let out a cute, whiny complaint.

Knowing her personality, she wasn't exactly sulking—she was fishing for something.

"Oh my, why is my pretty girl acting like this? Could it be that she missed her oppa?"

— Tsk. Of course, I did. Do you even realize how many days it's been since we last met?

"Of course, I do. But don't worry—I was planning to make you feel special soon. But you know, your oppa is busy. There's more than one woman looking for me… just getting around to you takes a whole month!"

─Ugh. I'm really proud. Who wants to walk around like a gigolo?

"W-What? gigolo? Where on earth did you learn such a vulgar word?"

─Suah told me. She said that people who are promiscuous, like my Oppa, are called gigolos.

Sadly, she wasn't really wrong.

When I couldn't answer, she smiled mischievously and apologized.

─It's a joke. It's a joke. Are you hurt by any chance?

"… I guess I am hurt."

─Okay. Then, I will give you a chance to go on a date with me instead. Late-night movie date.

"… Late-night movie?"

─Yes, yes. Actually, there was a movie I wanted to see with my Oppa. Are you going to go see it together?

As expected, this was the purpose.

Choi Aran of the world was not a great person to get upset with just because I met a few women.

She indeed seemed to have become a master of negotiation during her meeting with the gigolo.

"The movie is good. Besides, if it's late at night, we can be alone."

─Ugh. It's nice.

"Why? You don't like that?"

─No. Absolutely great. Fuck me like a bitch in the movie theater. I wish my oppa would tell me something like pervert.

"Hehe. I thought so. Furthermore, I guess I'll have to check on my bitch handling status for the first time in a while."

─Ugh♥ It's an honor. ♥ Then, I'll be imagining my master fucking my slutty pussy.♥

As a skilled sow, she knew how to please her master.

My lower body naturally responded to her sweet whispers.

After all, there was no female that has the taste of training better than my Aran.

I immediately started getting ready for work.