Picking up the newspaper, Yumeno Naga sighed heavily and crossed out the last job posting with a large X.
Looking back at the solid, tall concrete building, Naga stared regretfully at the dignified and charming receptionist behind the glass door, and walked dejectedly towards the public library across the street.
Perhaps for a college student like him, working in an office surrounded by beautiful female colleagues is just a distant dream. Despite having dreamt of it countless times, it seems impossible for it to become a reality.
Although the interviewer was a very elegant lady, Naga was sure that if he wrote "dreaming" as his specialty, she would definitely throw his application materials in his face without any mercy.
To be honest, he actually had a very good chance of succeeding just now. His final opponent was just a young girl who had only finished high school and started working. Moreover, the girl was very cute and had a very alluring figure, which was definitely a negative factor for a female interviewer.
But the sight of her shapely, long legs encased in flesh-colored stockings beneath the short skirt completely captivated Naga, who was utterly defenseless against female allure. After a series of responses that even she herself would later find embarrassing, the other party politely suggested that they would contact each other again if there was any news.
He'd heard these polite words for almost a year, but the HR manager had never actually followed through on them.
Naga thought angrily, "I'm going to have to thoroughly humiliate that rival in my dreams tonight." He crushed the paper cup in his hand and threw it into the trash can. This pointless revenge was his only gain for the day.
Compared to young men who rely on their hands to satisfy their sexual desires, Naga, who mainly relies on dreams, is somewhat of an exception. Seeing beautiful girls, trying hard to remember their faces, and then manipulating them in his dreams at night to reach orgasm is his only solace in his single life.
Aside from needing to put a lot of tissues in his underwear before bed, he thinks this kind of fantasy is far superior to masturbation—although it may be slightly less realistic.
"Nanami... Hmph, just wait till tonight I get my hands on you." Muttering the name of his rival, who was probably already looking at his office, Naga hunched over, pulled his suit jacket tighter, and walked into the library.
Behind a table closest to the library entrance sat a high school girl in a white sailor uniform with bright orange floral patterns. She had waist-length, jet-black hair, a fair and delicate face, and slightly upturned, rosy lips that revealed a line of clean, even teeth. Like a whirlpool, she instantly drew Naga's attention.
It was as if they had seen it in a dream.
He borrowed a book haphazardly, tried to act casually, greeted the girl politely, and sat down opposite her.
Next to the girl was the book she had been reading, the first volume of Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams." Her library card was on top of the book, and the photo on the card still looked very cute and charming. He shifted his position slightly and secretly glanced at the name field next to the photo.
The words "Tanabe Yuai" were written in elegant penmanship.