Chapter 7: Part-Time Jobs are Rewarding To be honest, I should have moved into a new place before the semester started.
But what can you do? Even if your head knows what needs to be done, the body doesn't always follow—that's just human nature, isn't it?
And it's not just an excuse; I was incredibly busy until the start of the term, so I didn't have the luxury of worrying about moving.
I had to hunt for items scattered all over the map, grow my funds, and since the Pig had no memories, I had to learn magic from scratch, starting from zero…
Of course, I can't say that I didn't spend a fair amount of time meeting women, fueled by my excitement over my new looks, but I still lived life to the fullest, even cutting back on sleep.
Once I finish moving and that person accepts my request, the foundation will be set. I should be able to live a bit more comfortably after that.
No, wait. It won't be comfortable.
This isn't a game; it's reality. Why did I naturally assume the protagonist would enter the academy at Level 1?
The protagonist, the supporting characters, and even the enemies have obviously lived their own lives and possess their own experiences and strength.
Now that I've realized my stats—which I thought were more than enough for early-game mobs—are actually trash, I don't have time to slack off.
Well—there's no point agonizing over training right now, so let's handle the task at hand first.
Chime—
As I open the door, the bell hanging above makes a pleasant sound, and a clean-cut man stands up with a professional business smile.
"I'm looking for a place to live."
"Yes, welcome. Please, have a seat over here."
Mm, he looks reliable.
He has a professional air and a kind impression, so I'm hopeful he can find a place that meets my criteria.
When I first mentioned I was a Wygdrasil student, the man started showing me rentals, but when I said I wanted to buy a detached house, his eyes widened, and he scurried off to bring a thick file.
"Do you have any specific conditions in mind?"
"For the house, just a small yard, two stories, and a decent size is enough."
As I describe a typical Japanese family home like the ones I've seen in manga, the man quickly flips through the documents to find a listing.
The house itself isn't that important. The important part is the other conditions.
Once the candidates are narrowed down to a certain extent, I skim through the documents he shows me and state the most important requirement.
"And the neighbors are very important."
"Ah, I understand. For residential areas, neighbors are crucial. There's the neighborhood atmosphere to consider as well."
Professional, indeed. The man nods deeply, understanding my sentiment.
I can trust this guy.
"I knew you'd understand. I'm not asking for much. First, the second-floor room must face the second-floor window of the house next door. And it would be great if that second floor belonged to an energetic girl. You know how it is—once you get close, she might hop over to my room without a word, or we could lean against our windows and talk at night."
"…Pardon?"
"And there has to be a kind, attentive married woman next door. A widow… ah, is a widow going too far? Anyway, you know what I mean, right? A kind woman with plenty of mature tolerance who treats me like a child, but gets shy when I actually approach her—a 'healing-type' married woman."
"… …"
"For the family composition, two daughters would be ideal. But their ages should be appropriate, so let's avoid daughters who are too young. As for the husband, I don't really care if he's there or not, so you don't need to worry about that. And…"
"Sir, excuse me."
I stop talking at his call and look at him. The man is staring straight at me with a confident gaze.
As expected of a professional. He's already found a property that perfectly matches my conditions.
The man opens his mouth with a refreshing smile.
"Get out."
Slam! Ring-ring-ring—
The door closes roughly, and the bell above rings noisily, assaulting my ears.
Why? Why was I kicked out?
Did I ask for too much? One daughter would have been fine…
This is an eroge world, so those should be common neighbors.
Looking back, the once-kind man is now pressing his middle finger against the glass door with a ferocious expression.
… …
I guess I'll look for a house slowly and head to my part-time job first.
Sigh— This is exhausting.
I'm trying to use every game system to my advantage, but now that it's reality, it's incredibly taxing.
In this game, the story progresses as you enter Wygdrasil Academy, but it's not exactly an 'academy' genre… no, it's a 'school' genre.
Some gentlemen might wonder if there's a difference, but since it's a game, I should refer to it as a school genre.
Distinctions in terminology like this are a sensitive matter for gentlemen who delve deep into these things.
While you do learn things at school and participate in expected school events, the school is basically just a meeting plaza for guilds or allies, and the weight of things outside of it is much greater.
Activities in the Research Society—a club the protagonist creates later—part-time jobs, and roaming the city to have sex with women.
As things progress further, the request system opens up, and the main story moves forward through those requests.
The problem is that now that this is reality, twenty-four hours a day isn't enough.
The protagonist was a machine.
Thinking back, in the early stages of the game, I used to run around like a madman, planning every minute to build specs, open routes, and collect events.
Club activities, part-time jobs, requests, taking care of heroines, opening routes, personal training, leveling up…
It's an impossible schedule.
I feel nothing but pity for the Akito I used to control.
Regardless, this is the schedule I have to handle now.
"Thank you! Please come again~"
And don't ever come back, you brat.
I've fallen into an eroge world where people use magic, yet here I am working a part-time job at a convenience store. It feels strange.
And why is this store manager calling me again?
"Yes, Manager! What is it?"
"Uh… Yeon-woo… is the work manageable?"
"Yes! I'm doing great! I've stocked the shelves and the fried food so they won't run out, and we're getting plenty of customers."
"Ah, I… I see. Keep up the hard work."
I'd work even harder if you'd stop calling just to check on me.
The attitude the owner shows me is, no matter how you look at it, not how one treats a part-timer.
Just by getting into Wygdrasil, I'm considered an elite with a guaranteed future as a mage, so the owner is cautious around me.
Especially in this city where the school is located, Wygdrasil students are practically a privileged class.
It's not just "Oh, you got into a good college" or "You're pretty good"; it's more like the way people treat high-ranking civil servants or famous celebrities.
Though that real estate guy who seemed kind definitely wasn't like that.
Anyway, there are plenty of good part-time jobs that utilize magic, but that's for when my stats are higher, not now.
Besides, the convenience store job has great perks, so it's a huge benefit to unlock it early.
This convenience store is a state-certified whatever…
Anyway, I heard something like that, but in the game, it's just a shop that sells consumables.
Since they're mass-produced goods, they don't sell anything mind-blowing, but they have plenty of drinks that mages chug like energy drinks and commonly used consumables.
If I keep working and fulfill the conditions for affinity—or favorability, whatever—I can buy them cheaply, almost at cost.
Since it's a game where you use a lot of consumables every time you fight, it's a huge help in the early to mid-game.
Of course, I have plenty of money, so I don't need to worry too much about the price.
But having this convenience store means I can buy products without limits.
Apparently, there's a law preventing the bulk purchase of magic supplies, or something like that. They're quite strict.
I learned a bit of background that I never knew while playing the game—the reason they only sold ten items a week wasn't for game balance, but because of the law.
Wait, then did the protagonist, who received the perks, distribute goods illegally with the owner?
… …
Well, let's not think about complicated things.
It's a system I have to use now, after all.
Chime— Chime—
"Welcome~"
I greet a customer who entered the store late at night with a bright voice.
Even if it might feel a bit chilly at night since it's spring, a woman wrapped tightly in a coat looks strange.
She's wearing a mask and sunglasses, so even without the coat, she's suspicious.
The blue-haired woman looks around anxiously and confirms there are no other customers.
She checks through the front glass window to see if anyone is passing by outside, then approaches the counter without picking up a single item.
I should probably turn off the CCTV for now.
"Um…"
"Yes, miss. Are you looking for something?"
The woman grips her collar tightly, stares at my smiling face for a moment, and then flings her coat open.
Beautiful breasts that look like they'd fit perfectly in one hand, a pussy whose shape is clearly visible because it's completely shaved, and a white body slightly damp with sweat, perhaps from excitement.
As I stare blankly, the woman begins to breathe heavily in excitement.
"Kyaa!"
When I vault over the counter, the woman falls backward in surprise, but I ignore her and run toward the entrance.
Click! Flip— Rattle-rattle— Rattle-rattle—
I flip the sign on the door to 'Closed,' lock it, and then pull down all the blinds on the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a clear view inside before turning back to the woman.
She's fallen on her backside with her legs spread wide, making her pussy clearly visible, but she's too flustered to even think about covering up and is just staring at me blankly.
I approach her with a bright smile.
"Eh, eh?"
I didn't expect an event to trigger on the very first day.
It was worth carrying around all those items that boost luck.
If the protagonist is working at the convenience store, a Flasher Girl appears as an event, shows off her sexy body, and runs away.
Even if you try to chase her, the character is fixed behind the counter and can't move, but after three events, you can have sex with the Flasher Girl.
But how could anyone just sit there and endure that?
"Welcome. Our convenience store prioritizes the customer's pleasure above all else."
"No… wait… I…"
"It's alright, miss. You don't have to say a word. This is the item you were looking for, right?"
Approaching her, I unzip my pants and pull out my dick.
Despite being a pervert who gets off on showing her own body, the woman looks up at me in a daze.
*
"Thank you! Please come again~"
A couple who bought some items leaves the store.
As the woman stares blankly at my face, the man irritably pulls her along and quickly exits.
Next time, leave your boyfriend at home and come alone, miss~
Swallowing those words, I look down below the counter.
"Chuuup— Slurp— Mmmgh…"
The Flasher Girl—come to think of it, I still don't know her name.
Anyway, the blue-haired woman is sucking my dick as if it's delicious.
Kaaa, this is how an eroge should be.
When I stroke her head in praise, she looks happy and sucks on my dick even more diligently.
She sucks hard as if trying to drain it dry, her wet tongue swirling around my shaft.
"Ooh… that's good…"
I spent two months before school started having wild nights thanks to my looks, but I think this woman is the best at sucking dick among them all.
If an extra sucks this well, how incredible must the heroines be?
Having my dick sucked while kneading her dough-soft breasts makes the boring part-time hours fly by.
From the pussy I fucked when the door was closed, my semen is trickling out and staining the floor, while the woman rubs her clit vigorously with her fingers and continues to suck my dick.
"Slurp— Chuu— Smack— Haah, haah…"
Exhausted, the woman spits out my dick and looks up with a flushed face.
The sight of her looking up at me with my spit-covered dick resting on her snow-white cheek is a turn-on every time I see it.
A string of saliva stretches between my dick and her lips before dripping down, and nothing is more arousing than a pair of innocent eyes making such a lewd expression.
As her breathing gradually steadies, she either remembers the taste of my dick or is trying to seduce me, as she continues to stare up at me and sticks out her tongue to lick the shaft bit by bit.
Every time my dick is pushed by her small, delicate red tongue, it rubs against her soft cheek.
The eroge world is the best.
If I were to be a bit greedier, I'd wish my dick were even bigger.
When I was changing my appearance, I focused too much on my face and didn't properly take care of my 'manly pride.'
It's big, but it's not quite what you'd call 'monster-sized,' which is a bit disappointing.
But there's no need to be too disappointed.
Since this is an eroge world, there are naturally ways to increase the size. I'll have to check if that only applies to the protagonist or if I can do it too.
I should just be grateful I'm no longer the Pig.
Chime— Chime—
"Welcome~"
Another customer arrives, and I greet them warmly.
Does this customer know that beneath the counter, a woman has covered my dick in spit and is sucking on it?
Perhaps because it's late at night, a man in light clothing buys some snacks and comes to the counter.
"… …"
This girl… she's enjoying this too much.
Having tasted my dick to her heart's content, the woman now seems to want to feed her lower mouth as well, as she presents her ass to me in a hunched position under the counter.
Despite her legs trembling from the uncomfortable posture, she grabs my dick, adjusts the angle, and slowly pushes her ass back.
The sight of her snow-white ass, which I just want to bite, trembling is arousing, but is this really okay?
"Is there a problem?"
"No, something just got caught down here. My apologies. I'll ring you up right away."
I press myself tight against the counter so nothing can be seen, and my dick slides into her pussy, which is already messy with semen.
The tight vaginal walls I've already tasted once begin to chew and swallow my dick.
Squish— Plop— Squelch— Thump— Thump—
The situations in erogames were all lies.
The woman is covering her mouth to keep from making a sound, but the sound of my dick plunging into her pussy and the friction against clothes and skin can't be hidden.
Since the sound is coming from right across the counter, the male customer tilts his head in confusion.
"It's my phone vibrating. I left it on top of some clothes, sorry about that."
Even I thought it was a ridiculous excuse, but the good-natured man nods.
"You must be busy, getting so many messages even at night."
"It's a group chat. I forgot to put it on silent… sorry."
The man says it's fine like it's no big deal, takes his items, and leaves.
"… …"
I watch for a moment to make sure the customer has actually left, then look down to see the woman looking up at me with a bright red face.
All the while, the movement of her hips as she devours my dick never stops.
Spank—
"Haa-ah!"
"Look at this pervert getting all excited because she almost got caught."
"Hng, haa-ah. It's so goooood—"
When I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red mark, the woman flinches and lets out a moan.
At the same time, her vaginal walls squeeze my dick even harder, as if demanding more semen.
"Fine, I'll ram you as much as you want."
I grab her soft buttocks with both hands and thrust hard. The woman throws her head back and covers her mouth with both hands.
With every deep thrust, her posture collapses until her face is against the floor, leaving only her ass defenselessly presented to me.
I finish my first day of work while continuing to plunge my dick into her delicious pussy.
It really is a rewarding part-time job. I might just become addicted to this.
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