Folder of Desire: Dreams Turned Reality

She gave off a sultry tone as if she were about to attack at any moment.

But that's not what I came here for today.

I gave her a gift and announced the event, so I have to go back now.

As soon as I showed signs of saying goodbye, Choi Aran blocked my path with a puzzled face.

"What, what? Are you going?"

I answered her question by simply nodding my head.

"Then I have to go. I was on my way home to begin with. Did you really think I was attacking you at any time like some kind of animal?"

"Oh, no… It's not like that..."

"Why? Do you feel a little sad after receiving the gift? Are you sad that your honey is breaking up?"

Then she rolled up her cute fist and struck my chest again.

Then she pursed her lips and spoke in a low voice.

"Well… That… You probably want something too. Tell me if you have anything... I'll listen…"

Even though I heard everything, I asked back in a loud voice.

"Really? You'll grant my wish? Then can I ask for something sexy?"

When my voice echoed in the carriage, she hurriedly looked around and covered my mouth.

Then she nodded briefly with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Mr., speak softly. And as long as it's not too weird... It doesn't matter."

Hey. I guess she was more moved than I thought.

Now that I think about it, twenty-three is definitely a young age.

Since she seems to have little dating experience, she is bound to be vulnerable to gifts.

It was a good thing for me.

Since I knew all of her favorite items, I had no choice but to have a good batting average on all gifts.

"Then, I'll save the wish ticket and use it later. I'll make you do something truly perverted and make me ooze out your pussy juice."

She sighed deeply at my shallow confession.

However, as if she had become a little too lazy, there was a subtle feeling of love and hate mixed into her eyes.

"… Is that really all that's in your head? Pervert bastard."

Choi Aran, who was so cruel, seemed sad about parting ways, so she held onto my sleeves tightly and asked me a few more questions.

"But… What is your name? You saw my name on my employee ID card."

"Name? Why is that needed?"

"… Just."

"Just? If you are just curious, I won't tell you. If I tell you too much, my honey won't cling to me."

"Who is hanging the hawk? That's ridiculous?"

"Haha. Whatever."

"So… You really aren't going to tell me?"

"Yeah. You really aren't going to tell me?"

"Tch. Then, tell me your age."

"Hmm. I'm not even that old."

"Why! What kind of celebrity are you? Why are you being so secretive?"

"It wouldn't be fun if I told you that too. Something that is moderately mysterious is better because it stimulates the imagination."

Then Choi Aran's eyes suddenly turned into ax eyes.

It seemed quite unfair that her private information was made public.

"Then… The real last question."

"What is it?"

"Well… Have you met other women besides me?"

"…"

This time, a question came in that was more aggressive than expected.

Now that I think about it, Choi Aran almost imagines me as a playboy.

After all, life is about living for a long time.

As I live and play with her, I get treated like an alpha male.

I took a long time pretending to worry for no reason.

Other than her, I hasn't met anyone yet, but it's only a matter of time.

As the number of filming titles increased, the relationship was bound to become more complicated.

Unless I really only meet for sex.

So I decided to just tell the truth.

There is no need to increase future disasters by lying just because it is better to get hit in advance.

"Honestly, I have a few more partners."

"…"

"Why? Are you disappointed?"

"… No? Why am I disappointed?"

"You seem disappointed?"

"…"

"If you want to say something, just say it. It's okay to swear."

Then she was silent for a moment and then began to pour out her feelings in a voice filled with betrayal.

"You… You really were a scumbag? How many of them? About ten? They have big breasts like mine and are just as easy to fuck, right? As long as they are good with their hands, anyone can do it. I'm just one of them."

Her voice was shaking slightly, as if she were so disappointed by the truth that was revealed.

Of course I didn't say anything, like she said I would clean up other women.

Because I had to meet many women just for filming.

"What can I do? There are many women looking for me. But it is true that I like my honey a lot. No matter how many women there are, there is only one Choi Aran in the world."

"Ha! Wouldn't you have said the same thing to another woman? Do you think I would fall for something like that? Who do you think is a fool?"

When she seemed to be pushed back logically, I immediately turned to an emotional attack.

Of course, when logic doesn't work, it's emotion.

"… I can't help it if you don't trust me. But you know what? Those earrings I gave you today. That's two months' worth of living expenses. If I really enjoyed it but didn't like it, would I have bothered to buy it for you? While I was starving myself?"

Then I let out a light sigh and immediately stood up.

She knew the price of her earrings better than anyone else, so this attack was bound to work.

She seemed momentarily taken aback by her unexpected attack.

I looked at Choi Aran with bitterness and drove a wedge in.

"If you've fallen out of love with me, I won't come anymore. You keep the earrings. Look at them from time to time and think about me."

Then, when I tried to leave, she was startled and grabbed my shirt.

"Oh, no… Wait a minute. I'm not finished talking yet."

"Why? Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Is it true that it's two months' worth of living expenses?"

"So? Do you think I'm rich? If it's hard to believe, don't believe it."

As I tried to shake off her hand, her grip tightened.

She continued without letting go of her sleeves.

It seemed like she had almost reached the end.

"There are a lot of other women... Why did you even mess with me? Just to play with? Because it would be nice if there were more?"

I answered Choi Aran's question in a calm voice.

"Then, on the other hand, there are many other women, so why did I give you earrings? Are you going to play with them a few times? Do you really think so?"

"…"

"This is definitely not normal. But liking someone else doesn't mean my feelings for you diminish."

"You know it's completely... farfetched, right?"

"I know. But it's true."

"…"

She didn't answer for a while, perhaps because she was deeply troubled.

Then, after a while, she sighed and spoke with resignation.

"If you say that, I will never admit to seeing another man."

"Of course."

"You're probably dating another bitch and flirting with me even while you're dating me, right?"

"Not while we're meeting."

"But then, like today, you are going to give gifts and pretend to be sincere and manage the fishery again."

"I'm not pretending to be serious; I'm sincere."

"Ha. Crazy guy. Bastard. A real perverted piece of trash. A playboy."

She was held helplessly in my arms while spitting out her harsh curses.

And then she spoke in a slightly lethargic voice.

"If you… I can't even have real sex; you'll die to me. Do you understand?"

I responded to Choi Aran's answer by stroking her head.

"Thank goodness. I won't have to kill you."

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After filming an unexpected romance movie, I went straight home.

After having a quick meal of ramen, I turned on the manager console and checked her status.

She had just arrived home and was taking a bath.

The bathroom was also very luxurious, so it was like enjoying a half body bath in a large bubble bath with flower petals and bath salts.

The soapy water flows down, making her skin shiny and shiny.

Her naked body, mixed with a moderate amount of moisture and beads of sweat, was as enchanting as that of Venus.

'Hiya. By the way, she seems really rich. How big is the bathroom?'

I felt it since last time, but there was a huge smell of money in her life.

It's to the point where I don't understand why people take the subway.

Ability may be an ability, but the golden spoon was certain.

Even though she is a successful model and designer, it makes no sense that she bought that luxurious apartment at the age of 23.

From the beginning, she looks like the youngest daughter of a rich family.

She probably didn't get that perfect skin and body just by taking care of it for a day or two.

I turned on Mind Chat while admiring her cuteness splashing in the water.

Mind Chat was a spying feature on the manager console that I randomly named.

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[Whoa. I think I'll live a little longer after taking a bath. I feel like my stuffy stomach has been emptied out.]

[Is that guy sleeping by now? If I had known this would happen, I would have gotten his contact information.]

[No. He probably wouldn't even give me his contact information anyway. He is afraid that his many sex partners will be caught.]

[You trash playboy.]

[But is he that good? Is he that popular with women?]

[Hmm. I don't think it's that much. Well, there are some cute corners.

[Aren't he really crazy good at sex? Enough for the woman to be very tall?]

[Well, I guess it will stretch like that. It's a shame because it's not you.]

[Aahhh. If this continues, all leadership will be taken away. I shouldn't be swayed like this.]

[Should I seduce him here first? Are you just going to grab it and grab it?]

[Okay. That would be better. If I completely make him lose his mind, he won't even hang out with other bitches.]

[He said he would come to my company next week, so let's aim for then.]

[Ho Ho. Try doing it sometime. I'll make it very memorable for him.]

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"… Wow."

Even as she was leisurely taking a bath, she was thinking a very scary thought.

She harbored resentment differently and was determined to get revenge against me.

It looks like she's planning to seduce me by wearing more vulgar clothes than last time.

Well, if she does that, I'd be so grateful.

As she said, I was more than ready to become a randy dog.

Looking at her mischievous smile, I planned a gift to give her during the next photo shoot.

Of course, since my bank balance was depleted while buying earrings, giving gifts that cost money was no longer possible.

However, there were parts of her favorite items that could be solved with effort, such as handwritten letters and homemade lunch boxes.

Since I don't have money, I have to do it with my own body.

Still, I had some experience living on my own, so my cooking skills were good.

All that's left is to design a lunch box that suits her taste.

Perhaps if she receives such a heartwarming gift, her evaluation of me will change.