Clingy Park Han-sol and the Stunning Transfer Rumor
I'd been planning to just part ways without a second thought, but seeing her rush over, insisting on buying me a drink, sparked a flicker of hope. I activated Lustful Eye.
‘????’
I'd figured she liked me, but my expression shifted at how quickly this woman I'd just met had fallen hard. ‘Is this just what happens when you're handsome?’
I'd never really lived with a handsome face before, so it felt surreal that a total stranger could fall at first sight. It left me dazed, but other thoughts crept in too. Before my body changed, something like this would've been a pipe dream—not only that, she'd have just thanked me for catching her dog and gone on her way. But now that I was taller and better-looking, women were coming to me. A mix of bitterness and thrill washed over me.
"Do you come here often?"
"Yeah, pretty regularly."
We'd chatted quite a bit while walking Purple over, and she never let the conversation lag—whenever it started to dip, she'd toss out a new topic to keep me talking.
"What time do you usually come?"
Her question dripped with intent, and I chuckled, truly feeling the reality of my changed body as I replied.
"No set time, really."
"I usually head out around 7."
Park Han-sol was making her interest crystal clear, but after conquering as the Hero of the Fantasy World, I'd hit that post-nut clarity sage mode. Her obvious signals barely registered; I just gave half-hearted responses and moved on.
She's got a body I'd love to fuck once, but getting involved seems like a hassle.
Her hips were the widest I'd ever seen—curiosity piqued me—but her vibe screamed "date me," and with my skills, I wanted to sample more women first. So I kept my distance on purpose.
"Well, I'll head out then. Thanks for the drink."
"Um... could I get your number, maybe?"
"My number?"
"Yeah, so we could work out together if our schedules line up. It's boring alone, right?"
Now she was straight-up confessing her crush. I hesitated, then decided to give it to her.
"Here's mine."
"By the way, how old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
"Whoa! Me too!"
I already knew from Lustful Eye, but I played along, angling to leave. She clung on longer than expected, though.
Ah, this is getting annoying.
"So anyway, that time..."
She chattered on like an eager pup beside its owner, and as she started grating on me, I gave curt replies to shake her off. But she seemed thrilled just by my responses and kept going. Right as I pondered my next move, perfect timing—my phone rang.
"Hello?"
[Jin-seok-ah, when are you coming home?]
"Yeah, heading there soon, Mom."
[Get here quick and show your face. How have I not seen you since you got discharged?]
"Be right there."
I hung up and smiled at Park Han-sol's curious stare.
"Mom's telling me to come home ASAP. Gotta go."
"Oh... okay..."
She sounded dripping with disappointment as I turned and headed home, shaking her off. Worried she'd text and drag this out again, I blocked her number right away.
Whew, overly clingy girls are a turn-off.
I'd dropped hints of discomfort, even shown I wanted to leave, but she'd latched on like a clueless dog thrilled to see its owner. It was overwhelming. Finally free, my motivation for workouts vanished as I trudged home.
The day passed uneventfully. As I prepped to log into the game like usual, my phone buzzed again.
No one should be calling, but it's been ringing a lot lately.
At school, aside from those friends from last time, I'd been a total loner, so contacts were scarce. But since my body changed, calls had picked up. If it was spam, I'd block and game on. I checked the screen—University. Picked up immediately.
"Hello?"
[Is this Lee Jin-seok?]
"Yes, speaking."
[Hello, Lee Jin-seok. Just calling to inform you your military leave period is ending.]
"Got it."
[If you don't apply for another leave this semester, you'll be expelled. What's your plan?]
"Planning to reenroll this semester."
[Understood.]
"Thanks."
I hung up and checked the calendar—reenrollment started next week. Gotta apply then. Set my phone down, headed to the capsule. Just as I opened the lid, the phone rang again.
"Ugh..."
Sighing at how gaming was proving impossible, I grabbed it and answered.
"Hello."
[Yo, Jin-seok! Get ready, shower, and come out NOW.]
"Why."
[I'm at Konkuk Uni. They got a festival tonight!]
"What festival."
[Dunno, but celebs are coming. Come hunt some girls!]
With this face, how many women would fall for me? Curiosity flickered, but after last time, group hunting didn't appeal. I turned down Han-wool's invite.
"Nah, not going."
[Come on, those bitches last time were trash. Let's have real fun this time.]
Go Han-wool wouldn't let up—he really wanted me there—but with reenrollment looming, I needed to clear games first. Firm no.
"Anyway, not going. Don't call."
I tossed the phone on the couch, climbed into the capsule, and selected Hero of the Fantasy World. As it connected—
Someone has entered your home.
"What? Who the hell's in my house?"
For your safety, forcibly terminating game session.
The world went black, connection severed. Thinking burglar, I yanked off the headset and burst out.
"What crazy bastard breaks into someone's house this early?"
Storming out, murder on my mind if it was a thief—I could only laugh in disbelief.
"Ta-da~"
"You fucking psycho?"
The intruder was Han-wool, the guy I'd just been on the phone with, barging in without permission at dawn.
"You said no, so I had to drag you out."
I worried he'd notice my changed body, but like the system said, he acted like this was normal me—no suspicion.
"Bullshit. I'm not going, so get out."
"If you don't come out with me today, I'm never leaving this place."
Face full of determination to festival-hop together, Go Han-wool flopped onto the floor.
"Fuck off, you maniac. I've got shit to do today."
"Freshly discharged and you got 'shit to do'? Just gaming, right?"
"You know it, so fuck off. Need to grind攻略."
No budging from him. I grabbed his leg to drag him out by force.
"H-Hey? What the hell?"
"If you won't leave, I'll make you."
As I yanked, he sensed I meant it and quickly caved, offering a deal.
"Let go of my leg, I'll ditch the festival and spill some info I know."
His sociable ass had connections everywhere and often hooked me up with good intel, so I released him.
"What is it."
"Heard a super hot chick's transferring into our department?"
"How the hell would I know? Just got out."
He smirked like he was gonna mock me, but I grabbed his leg again—expression fixed instantly.
"Anyway, they saw her at school this week. Drop-dead gorgeous, apparently."
"That's it?"
"Even the girls around said she's pretty. There, done."
"Fine, now scram."
I grabbed his leg again, opened the door, and shoved him out.
A conquest target has appeared in reality.
"Yeah, wonder how pretty she has to be for him to hype her up."
He never blabbed without solid info, so curiosity hit. Gaming mood killed, I sat at the computer to check the community.