Picking up the newspaper, Naga Mengo sighed heavily, and used a pen to type a big fork on the last job advertisement slot.
Looking back at the hard and tall cement building, Naga stared at the dignified front desk lady behind the glass door with regret, and walked towards the public library opposite in frustration.
Perhaps for a short-term student like him, working in an office surrounded by beautiful OL is really just an out of reach.
Although I have dreamed countless times, it seems that I can't become a reality now
23 years old, unemployed for nearly a year, single Neet survived with the help of her parents. She is not tall, not handsome enough, and is also very sloppy during her job search. If she hadn't let go of her pose for a month and a half in high school, she would probably still be a virgin.
The only stunt is that you can dream about what you dream about when you sleep. The ability that you were envied by friends when you were a student is useless during your job hunting period, and you don’t even dare to write it on your resume.
Although the interviewer just now was a very elegant lady, Naga could guarantee that if he wrote his specialties, the other party would definitely throw his application materials on his face without mercy.
To be honest, he actually had a great chance of success just now. His final opponent was a little girl who only went to high school and found a job.
And the girl is very cute and has a very attractive figure. For female interviewers, this is definitely a score reduction.
But the round and slender legs exposed under the short skirt wrapped in flesh-colored stockings completely disturbed Naga, who had no resistance to women. After answering that he would blush afterwards, the other party expressed his polite words to contact him if he had news.
He has been listening to such polite words for almost a year, but he has never been fulfilled by the human resources supervisor.
At night, you must ravage that competitor in your dream. Naihe angrily pinched the paper cup in his hand and threw it into the trash can. This boring revenge was already his only gain today.
Compared to young men who need to rely on hands to solve sexual desire, Naga, who mainly relies on dreams, is also a special case.
Seeing a beautiful girl, trying to remember her looks, and then playing with her according to her own preferences in her dream at night to reach orgasm is the only comfort he has when he is single
In addition to having to put a lot of tissues in his underwear before going to bed, he believes that this kind of dreamy lust is much better than masturbation, although it may be slightly inferior in terms of reality.
Nami... Humph, let's see how I'll deal with you at night. As she was talking about the name of her opponent who must have been looking at the office at this moment, Naga walked into the library with her back arched and wrapped her suit tightly.
Behind a table closest to the entrance of the library, a high school girl wearing a white and bright orange sailor suit sat. Her waist-length black hair, fair and beautiful face, her tender red lips slightly raised, revealing a line of white and neat teeth
Like a vortex, she instantly caught all Naga's attention
It seems like they have seen it in a dream
He borrowed a book randomly, tried to pretend to be careless, greeted him politely, and sat opposite the girl.
Next to the girl was the book she was probably reading, which was the first volume of Freud's "Analysis of Dreams". The book was placed on it, and the ID photo on the card was still very cute and charming. He moved down slightly and secretly looked at the column next to the photo with the name.
There are four delicate pen characters written on it, Yuai Tabe
Looking back at the hard and tall cement building, Naga stared at the dignified front desk lady behind the glass door with regret, and walked towards the public library opposite in frustration.
Perhaps for a short-term student like him, working in an office surrounded by beautiful OL is really just an out of reach.
Although I have dreamed countless times, it seems that I can't become a reality now
23 years old, unemployed for nearly a year, single Neet survived with the help of her parents. She is not tall, not handsome enough, and is also very sloppy during her job search. If she hadn't let go of her pose for a month and a half in high school, she would probably still be a virgin.
The only stunt is that you can dream about what you dream about when you sleep. The ability that you were envied by friends when you were a student is useless during your job hunting period, and you don’t even dare to write it on your resume.
Although the interviewer just now was a very elegant lady, Naga could guarantee that if he wrote his specialties, the other party would definitely throw his application materials on his face without mercy.
To be honest, he actually had a great chance of success just now. His final opponent was a little girl who only went to high school and found a job.
And the girl is very cute and has a very attractive figure. For female interviewers, this is definitely a score reduction.
But the round and slender legs exposed under the short skirt wrapped in flesh-colored stockings completely disturbed Naga, who had no resistance to women. After answering that he would blush afterwards, the other party expressed his polite words to contact him if he had news.
He has been listening to such polite words for almost a year, but he has never been fulfilled by the human resources supervisor.
At night, you must ravage that competitor in your dream. Naihe angrily pinched the paper cup in his hand and threw it into the trash can. This boring revenge was already his only gain today.
Compared to young men who need to rely on hands to solve sexual desire, Naga, who mainly relies on dreams, is also a special case.
Seeing a beautiful girl, trying to remember her looks, and then playing with her according to her own preferences in her dream at night to reach orgasm is the only comfort he has when he is single
In addition to having to put a lot of tissues in his underwear before going to bed, he believes that this kind of dreamy lust is much better than masturbation, although it may be slightly inferior in terms of reality.
Nami... Humph, let's see how I'll deal with you at night. As she was talking about the name of her opponent who must have been looking at the office at this moment, Naga walked into the library with her back arched and wrapped her suit tightly.
Behind a table closest to the entrance of the library, a high school girl wearing a white and bright orange sailor suit sat. Her waist-length black hair, fair and beautiful face, her tender red lips slightly raised, revealing a line of white and neat teeth
Like a vortex, she instantly caught all Naga's attention
It seems like they have seen it in a dream
He borrowed a book randomly, tried to pretend to be careless, greeted him politely, and sat opposite the girl.
Next to the girl was the book she was probably reading, which was the first volume of Freud's "Analysis of Dreams". The book was placed on it, and the ID photo on the card was still very cute and charming. He moved down slightly and secretly looked at the column next to the photo with the name.
There are four delicate pen characters written on it, Yuai Tabe
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