D-Day 995 (2)
The name displayed on the status window was Kim Seojin.
No skills. Plus a little.
Owned slaves: Kim Areum.
Points on hand: 32.
Areum’s name was firmly planted in the owned slaves section.
Not a brother-sister thing. Not even distant relatives.
Legally, she was my half-sister.
And now she was a slave.
The thought of vomiting crossed my mind for a second.
But my whole body didn’t tremble at all.
Ah, I really did it in the end.
I actually thought about doing it with that kind of woman.
Darkness probably made it easier.
That was all that came to mind.
Incest.
Rape.
Those words would give away the obvious answer.
If I said them out loud somewhere, I’d be labeled crazy on the spot.
And honestly, it’s not something a normal person would even do.
I knew that much.
As a human being I had no real guilt, but when I actually did it I felt something way stronger.
Areum’s reaction surprised me.
But that surprise was nothing like guilt or fear.
I kept thinking about what I’d done to her first.
The fact that I wasn’t a normal guy probably played a part.
Once a relationship is set, it doesn’t change easily.
We weren’t even a normal brother-sister relationship, after all.
Even just remembering the rubber-band gun thing from school hit me hard.
I’d built one the way the teacher showed us, taken it home, and shot my sister with it.
The reason? Pure curiosity about its power.
Areum had cried and said it hurt.
I didn’t stop.
Instead I yelled at her to stay still because it was hard to hit.
Half-sister?
No.
At the time she was just a toy to me.
I toned it down a bit as I grew older and learned ethics.
You can’t treat people like that.
Even family has lines you don’t cross.
If someone says no, you don’t force them to do anything.
That’s common sense.
I stopped the bullying, but that didn’t mean I suddenly felt a blood bond with her.
Living together in the one-room apartment was the same.
Me or Areum, either way.
Our human relationships were already wrecked, but we weren’t completely cut off from society.
If Areum really died alone, someone would eventually contact me.
The landlord, the police, the funeral home.
They’d ask why I wasn’t notified as her brother.
And if there was a will, it would just be more trouble.
There were plenty of places that could poke at me.
I didn’t want people talking about it, and I didn’t want to look like the bad guy.
Honestly, the thought of Areum dying itself didn’t bother me as much as what would come after.
There was also the money my grandmother left.
The rural village house sold for decent cash.
I could live off it for years without working at the convenience store.
But whose money was it really?
Areum had sent money home from the factory since she was a kid.
I didn’t know how much was left in the grandmother’s account after living expenses.
Still, I couldn’t pretend it was completely none of my business.
Areum never said a word about it.
She didn’t demand her share or argue.
She just lowered her head and waited for me.
That made me feel a little guilty.
I couldn’t completely ignore it.
I wasn’t a good guy, but I could at least do something small.
Yeah.
I had to admit it.
I was trash.
Better not to make excuses.
Even right now, the thoughts I had about Areum were straight-up trash.
She was going to die an old maid anyway, so I wasn’t feeling sorry for her, right?
I raised her; if she doesn’t like it, she can leave.
Actually, maybe Areum should be the one sorry.
I didn’t care much about how much she was hurt or how she felt right now.
Etcetera.
If I started feeling guilty now it would just make me disgusting.
So the real question wasn’t about Areum.
It was how I was going to handle things from now on.
“…Oh.”
The owned slaves section showed: Kim Areum.
Pregnancy on or off.
Menstruation on or off.
Locked.
Locked.
I made a small sound.
Areum jumped.
She thought I was talking to her.
“No. Something funny happened.”
I kept my eyes on my phone and lied.
“Don’t worry about it. Eat your rice.”
“Ah… okay.”
Areum held her chopsticks, paused for a second, then started chewing again.
I opened the status window.
Owned slaves section.
It had more direct functions than I expected.
“…”
There was a cleanup feature.
Convenient from the user’s side.
I had been planning to give her pills, but I decided to skip the hassle.
I clicked the pregnancy option without hesitation.
“Pregnancy function will be deactivated. Confirm?”
The display changed.
“…Should I turn this off too?”
Menstruation option was still there.
Turning it off would be nice.
Pads aren’t that expensive.
Anyway, Areum handled the housework herself. I didn’t have to sweep or worry much.
But it was probably better to turn it off eventually.
Whether I trained her, taught her studies, or made her do something, the condition would be annoying if it wobbled in the middle.
Areum wasn’t the type to get mad at someone just because of her period, but people do things.
If her body was uncomfortable she might get slower than usual.
Or she might just lie around more.
She’d hate it if she couldn’t do what she wanted on a given day.
I didn’t turn it off right away.
If menstruation suddenly stopped, Areum might get weird.
I decided to leave it for now.
“…”
But does it actually work?
The pregnancy option was off.
The display changed.
My body hadn’t changed. Areum hadn’t suddenly become different either.
The system window just looked a little different.
Nothing was actually felt yet.
What if I spent points?
I went back into Areum’s status window.
Points: 32.
Not a lot.
How should I spend them?
Height?
Weight?
Size?
There were tons of other tiny options too.
Hand size, foot size.
Leg length, arm length.
Shoulder width, hips.
Just looking at them was overwhelming.
Now I knew it was way too many.
No idea where to start.
Then a new line appeared below the window.
“Physical customization allows the Player to use the auxiliary system. Use it?”
Auxiliary system?
Curious, so I checked.
“Auxiliary system activated.”
Whoa.
That’s crazy.
Areum’s body floated up in the air like a small hologram.
Completely naked.
Arms spread out.
Legs slightly apart.
It felt like a human model.
That was the chest I touched yesterday.
It was way softer than I thought.
Because she was fat?
The hair down there was pretty thick too.
It kept catching on my hand.
I was staring blankly when another line appeared.
“Please imagine the desired image.”
“…”
Imagine?
At first I didn’t get it.
Like, should I think of my ideal type?
Honestly, Areum’s body wasn’t great.
Fat, vague waist, overall dull.
Legs didn’t look short but they looked flat.
I had to improve it somehow.
First I tried to imagine something that would fit with Areum.
Bigger breasts, thicker thighs?
Hips were already okay.
Face, like this?
“Adjusting…”
“Completed. Please check the image.”
“…”
Crazy.
I blurted it out without meaning to.
“Me, me?”
“That wasn’t for you.”
“S-sorry.”
I answered each one bluntly because she was getting on my nerves, then turned my attention back to the hologram.
“…”
Is this real?
This time I really had nothing to say.
I hadn’t even pictured anything specific, but the result the system showed was way beyond my imagination.
The breasts that looked like they would burst first caught my eye.
Even at a glance they were heavy and massive, but they stood up with elastic bounce as if gravity didn’t apply.
The areolas were light peach, with faint boundaries, spreading across the pure white skin like a pattern.
They radiated both innocence and lewdness at the same time.
The color and shape of the wide areolas were pure eroticism.
The slim waist line was the same.
It looked like an exaggerated Western body from a cartoon or figure, but it fit the real woman in front of me perfectly.
Long legs stretched out below.
Clear abs following the shading.
Soft female body with toned muscle.
It was the perfect golden ratio of eight heads.
Height was a little taller than before, but the skeleton itself hadn’t changed.
It just gave off the impression of a slim model instead of a big person.
If a master craftsman had created a goddess statue, this would be the moving version.
But the face on the neck part stayed exactly the same.
The appearance options were treated as completely separate.
Still, the changes below the neck were on a whole new level.
Was this the same pig-like sister?
I couldn’t believe it even with my own eyes.
“Required points: 512.”
“Physical customization proceeds gradually.”
“Estimated time: 802 hours, 10 minutes, 34 seconds.”
“Current points: 32.”
“Points can be distributed evenly to match the target.”
“Expected application rate: 6.25%.”
“Estimated time: 50 hours, 8 minutes, 10 seconds.”
“Spend 32 points?”
Cold water hit my head.
512 points.
One point per intravaginal ejaculation.
Simple math: 512 times.
At one a day, that’s 512 days.
Almost a year and a half.
If I could just rip the hair off, it wouldn’t matter how much it cost, but points had limits.
Virginity, hymen, stuff like that might give other rewards or ways to get points.
But the only sources I knew right now were these.
I only had 32 points.
It was going to be tough to spend all at once.
But it was still shocking.
It costs only 512 points to completely transform one person.
My situation was only five days old, so I was short.
Over time I could collect them. That was the important part.
The automatic correction also felt nice.
I had zero talent for this kind of thing.
“…”
What should I do?
“Spend 32 points?”
The notification window waited patiently for my answer.
I needed to calm down first.
I was too worked up.
I couldn’t stay calm looking at this.
“…”
Like, wise mode or something.
There was a woman right here.
“Auxiliary system activated.”
“Desired image imagined.”
“Adjusting…”
“Completed. Image confirmed.”
“Required points: 512.”
“Physical customization proceeds gradually.”
“Estimated time: 802 hours, 10 minutes, 34 seconds.”
“Current points: 32.”
“Points can be distributed evenly to match the target.”
“Expected application rate: 6.25%.”
“Estimated time: 50 hours, 8 minutes, 10 seconds.”
“Spend 32 points?”