My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Chapter 45:

Job Change

The day after finishing my second luxurious visit to the super public bathhouse, I received a message from my otaku friend saying, "I bought a book from your favorite circle for you, so come pick it up when you have free time." My friend, thank you. I'm impressed that you remembered how much I love Doujinshi from that circle.

Moreover, I appreciated the friendship of my otaku friend who ignored the otaku code [those who don't participate should not ask those who do participate to run errands for them] and bought the book for me.

Oh well

Come to think of it, has the summer event already ended? Along with a feeling of being left behind, I also feel a sense of impermanence, like the lingering afterglow of the enjoyable super sento extravaganza with the beautiful female college students from yesterday. Perhaps it's my hidden ability value of "melancholy" that makes me feel this way. I have no idea what's happening right now, but I want to believe that value is decreasing because I now have a girlfriend.

And then

Yes! I become a "massage therapist"!

I suddenly became convinced of this through intuitive inspiration.

There are several reasons for choosing this path. First, I have a cute and wonderful girlfriend named Ruu. She's an incredibly serious and cute girl. She's a girl who is too good for me. What would she think if her boyfriend remained an unemployed freeloader?

I am currently earning quite a bit of money by selling the magic stones I get from the dungeon, but needless to say, that's not good enough from a social standpoint.

I'm earning a decent income by selling the magic stones I obtained in the dungeon, but it's not socially acceptable. It's also premature to call myself a "dungeon explorer" as my occupation. Depending on the country's decision, it wouldn't be surprising if dungeons were restricted from the general public. Even if that happens, if I continue casually selling magic stones. I'll get caught immediately.

Alternatively, I could pretend to work for my previous company and claim to be a salaryman, but that's not an option.

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Ruu was recently shocked and betrayed by Serai-sam, her best friend. She has fallen into a pretty dark place. If she found out that her new boyfriend, me, was also lying to her, she would be devastated.

That's where becoming a massage therapist comes in. By aspiring to become an independent massage therapist and studying to change my status, I can provide a reason for being unemployed and aimless for now.

Massage therapy is a specialized profession that provides practical skills. With just myself, I can start my practice immediately. Of course, setting up a shop would require some initial investment. But visiting patients' homes in a mobile format would be sufficient. And if a muscular and robust guy like me becomes a massage therapist, patients might think, "Wow, this person understands the body!" and feel reassured.

While it might be difficult with other occupations, a muscular massage therapist would be quite well-received.

Furthermore, just as the dungeon suddenly appeared one day, there might come a day when it suddenly disappears. It wouldn't hurt to have a backup plan to generate income in such a situation.

Secondly, I can no longer be a salaryman or an employee. That's the reality.

When I first started diving into the dungeon, I believed that with increasing abilities, I could pursue any job I desired. I worked hard with that thought in mind. And as a result, my abilities became incredibly powerful.

The most amazing of them all was Bug King's life energy absorption. It instantly increased all my ability values by 100. However, that resulted in my senses being completely distorted.

To explain what I mean, when your abilities exceed twenty times that of an average person, the arrogance that comes with it is tremendous. Suddenly, when I considered working again, I strongly thought, "Why should I, with abilities far surpassing those of an average person, be subordinate to someone with lesser abilities?!"

It's an intense self-conceit, but I can do nothing about it. It's my true nature. Even if I suppress that nature and work, that won't lead to good results. I can't survive by humbling myself and blending into society like Olark Kent.

Of course, there are professionals in every field who can guide and teach you many aspects that require their instruction. However, even with that understanding, I can't help but think, "Isn't it too late for me to be a mid-career hire?"

That's why I choose independence. If I'm going to be independent, I prefer a job I can do myself.

In that case, there's no need to worry about others around me. The only requirement is to provide customer service to patients, where I would ask about their physical condition and then silently perform the treatment. Moreover, recently I've been having more opportunities to interact with cheerful and friendly college girls, which should make it possible for even socially anxious me, an otaku, to handle one-on-one conversations during customer service.

And finally, perhaps this is the most important point.

Let me state it clearly: I am a pervert.

Furthermore, due to spending an extended period as a lonely loner. My perversion has become quite twisted. The stack of doujinshi I've purchased over the years tells the depth of that obsession.

Despite that, I now have an incredibly cute girlfriend named Ruu. Hallelujah! However, as a socially awkward otaku, I bear the heavy cross that prevents me from holding hands or embracing her. Moreover, Ruu, who has become my girlfriend, is an extremely reserved and modest girl, which makes her hesitate even to touch hands, let alone shoulders.

Let me state it once again: I am a pervert.

Ideally, I want to touch girls. Because I spent a long time as an outcast and endured being bullied, I'm afraid of being disliked, even though I have grown accustomed to it. Therefore, I hesitate and hesitate.

If I were to instruct the college girls I coach on how to swing a bat and touch their bodies while saying something like, "Let me show you how to do it," perceptive girls would immediately notice my perverted intentions and look at me with contempt.

The same applies to massages. About 90% of men who say, "I can give you a massage," are motivated by erotic desires.

That's where being a massage therapist comes in. What if instead of saying, "I can give you a massage," I said, "I'm a qualified masseur. So I can examine you"? Even if it were 100% motivated by hidden desires, it would create a sense of privilege, similar to having a professional chef or a cook prepare a meal for you during private time.

Furthermore, in the future, the college girls I coach will need more advanced training to level up. If I were a massage therapist, I could take care of their body care, including massages.

As a massage therapist, I would have the excuse and moral justification to touch their bodies. They would feel good as their bodies are in good condition, and I would be happy touching young girls' bodies. That creates a win-win situation where nobody loses.

Let me reiterate once again: I am a pervert.

I approach things with the determination to "create my lucky perverted moments if they don't happen naturally."

Well, these are things I can write because this is a notebook I have no intention of showing to anyone.

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