Review Genius Jieun's Egg Review / The Iljin Package

Jieun slowly lifted her heavy eyelids.

"Ah...!"

The cold steel of the table against her cheek startled her so badly she jolted upright.

"Ah......"

The memories came flooding back. That vibration burrowing all the way to her cervix in the moments before she blacked out—the arousal that had leaked from her rolling eyes, the tide she'd sprayed.

Jieun frantically reached a hand between her thighs.

"Huh...?"

Dry. Not a trace remained of the fluids that had splattered everywhere.

"Are you back with us?"

A familiar, calm voice. Han Junyoung. He stood looking down at her without a hint of fuss, his clothes not so much as rumpled.

"Oh—yes......"

Jieun's face went scarlet.

Had he been the one to clean her up? The moment she imagined Junyoung wiping down her most shameful places, every last corner of them, while she lay unconscious, her cheeks burned hot enough to sting.

Jieun wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Whether he read any of that in her face or not, Junyoung said evenly, "It's all over. The egg's out, so there's nothing left to worry about."

"Ah......"

The moment the tension drained away, a fine tremor ran through her whole body. Maybe it was the thick afterglow of her orgasm—even tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

"Mmhh... th-thank you, Junyoung. I honestly... I honestly thought something had gone terribly wrong......"

"It's fine. It was nothing."

Junyoung picked up the pink egg sitting at the edge of the table. Jieun's eyes locked onto the little thing.

"I'll take care of this."

"Ah, w-wait, one moment!"

Jieun thrust out a hand and grabbed his sleeve in desperation. When Junyoung glanced back at her, she wet her lips, face burning, voice shrinking to a crawl.

"Th-that... I'll still need it for my treatment, won't I? C-couldn't I... couldn't I keep it...?"

Junyoung tilted his head, then, without a word, set the egg down in her palm.

Jieun swallowed hard, again and again.

The memory of that little toy ravaging her from the inside came back with painful clarity. Pleasure like her skull was splitting open. And now, somehow, the space between her legs felt hollow.

If she could feel that again...

Having thought that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far, a sudden anxiety crept over her.

"But... what if it won't come out again......?"

"Then you can simply call me," Junyoung answered lightly.

Her heart dropped through the floor. The mouth of her womb, so brutally ravaged only minutes ago, clenched with a crackling ache.

But I was so horrible to him......

She'd treated Junyoung like dirt all this time. So why was he being this kind to her?

And it wasn't just that. That sensation from his fingers—the one that had turned her mind blank white. If she could keep tasting that......

"J-Junyoung..."

She called his name, and a nasal whine crept in despite herself. Jieun twisted her knees together tightly.

"Um, Junyoung... could we, um... m-maybe something other than this..."

"Something other than this?"

"Well... you and me... w-wouldn't you want to meet up sometime? Just the two of us...?"

To this half-hearted advance, Junyoung replied flatly, "Jieun, you have a boyfriend, don't you?"

Her shoulders flinched hard.

"W-well, yes, but... I, um, me and my boyfriend aren't really......"

Junyoung cut her off. "If this is just gratitude for the treatment, there's no need. It's getting late. I'll be on my way."

"Ah, w-wait......!"

The moment he turned away without a shred of hesitation, Jieun scrambled down off the lab table and grabbed his sleeve.

"I, um, that's......"

"What is it?"

She had no idea what to say. Why had she grabbed him in the first place?

"Jieun?"

"Oh, it's, that is......"

Face blazing red, she dodged his eyes. "I-I think... I'm not all better yet......"

"Not all better?"

"Yes, so, the n-next treatment... um......"

She swallowed hard and looked away. She couldn't bring herself to meet Han Junyoung's eyes. What if he refused? Everything she'd ever made Han Junyoung do flashed through her mind in an instant.

Why did I ever do any of that?

Regretting it now wouldn't change a thing.

Junyoung gently peeled her fingers off his sleeve. For some reason, Jieun felt close to tears.

"Jieun?"

"Oh—y-yes......"

Junyoung spoke as if it were nothing at all. "We'll play the next treatment by ear."

Her head snapped up. Junyoung smirked, and nodded. A breath of relief slipped out of her before she knew it.

It was evening by the time I came up out of the basement. A cold wind cut right through me, but the hand that had rummaged through Lee Jieun's body still carried a lingering heat.

I pulled out my phone and opened the app. No sooner had the screen lit up than points came pouring in with a cascade of chimes.

"Wow... that's a serious haul."

This round had been an outright jackpot. It had also very nearly gone catastrophically wrong.

If it weren't for the "Silent Zone"...

When those students passed through the basement corridor, Jieun had been coming apart completely, spraying like a fountain. Right on the edge of blacking out from the cervical stimulation, her screams had been anything but quiet. But thanks to the Silent Zone, the people outside the door had simply walked on by, as if they'd heard nothing at all.

And then there was "Clean."

One touch had wiped down Jieun's body, her clothes, even the table. It handled the tedious cleanup all on its own—convenience didn't get any better than this.

Unfortunately, Jieun had passed out so quickly this time that the extra feature never got its moment.

The real problem was what came next.

"...Automatic?"

Curious, I tapped the entry, and a system message popped up that was, quite literally, mind-boggling.

"Insane..."

It was so absurd that a disbelieving laugh slipped out of me. A body that would never need to defecate again?

"...This one crosses a line."

This went beyond making cleanup easier. This was rebuilding a body from the ground up so that her ass existed for pleasure and nothing else.

"What is this, human modification......"

It didn't cost all that many points, and yet I still hesitated. Unless another Common Sense Alteration slot got unlocked somewhere down the line, this would be nearly impossible to use.

"No. Never mind that."

It wasn't really a question of Common Sense Alteration. This feature was simply unusable unless Jieun, as a person, belonged to me completely.

"A shame, but......"

For now, it would have to sit there.

Ding.

A notification chimed. A review had been posted. I gave a hollow laugh.

"Already...?"

The timing of reviews after a session ended was all over the map—so capricious there was no predicting it. Sometimes I thought I could see a pattern; sometimes I was sure there wasn't one. But this fast?

"Is she some kind of review genius......"

Half-dumbfounded, I scrolled down.

"...I've never seen ratings like these."

A review this stuffed with stars was a genuine first. Maybe I'd been living in a smaller world than I thought. Who knew there was a pervert out there who outclassed Seo Yerin?

And what was that at the end? Not numb—scared because she felt too much?

"...If it's so scary, why'd you grab my sleeve?"

A faint cold sweat breaking out, I scrolled to the bottom of the page.

"............"

Two sessions. In just two sessions, Lee Jieun had pulled in over a thousand points from reviews alone.

"...A review genius, then?"

A thousand from the play. Just as much again from the review. Which meant, all told—

"...A genius, all right."

Maybe I'd poked at something I didn't understand. Granted, the first-time bonus and the sheer depravity of doing it outdoors had inflated the numbers—but even so, points had never once rolled in like this in a single go.

"...So what am I supposed to do with all this?"

Don't get me wrong, the influx was nice. More toys, more skills—I was interested. But at the end of the day, it all circled back to tormenting women. Torment them, and then what? Beyond scratching an itch, what was the point? An app that existed to make you use toys could, fittingly, do nothing but toy around.

"...Maybe I should start a cleaning business with this Clean skill."

Ding!

"?"

I'd barely muttered the words when a new notification popped up at the top of the screen, as if it had been waiting for exactly that. The app flipped pages on its own and shoved a new menu in my face.

"...Exchange?"

Curious, I tapped the icon. The screen changed, and an information window appeared.

"Hmm."

A thousand points. I'd earned 2800 so far, so it was asking for nearly half.

"A thousand points would......"

Back in the day, scraping together a thousand points took me almost a month. Sure, Seo Yerin was earning them hand over fist for me now, and there was Jieun ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠too—but something made me hesitate.

A thousand points would buy a few more toys. And if I used those to torment Seo Yerin and Jieun even further......

I shook my head. A man can't very well pitch a tent in the middle of the street.

I wavered a moment longer, then made up my mind.

"...Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

How much would it even give? A million won—even five hundred thousand would be a serious help.

Half doubting, half hoping, I tapped the [Request Exchange] button.

Ding.

A notification from my banking app arrived on the spot.

"..............."

I didn't trust my own eyes.

"...A hundred million?"

I rubbed my eyes and looked again. The figure hadn't moved. A hundred million won.

"Holy shit. That's not possible."

With trembling hands I closed the banking app and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠opened it again, checked the balance one more time.

Still there. Real money, sitting in my actual account.

A few rolls with Seo Yerin and Jieun, and the going rate was a hundred million won.

Hands shaking, I opened the app again. The exchange screen had been updated.

"...So since I've cashed out once, it's five thousand points a pop from here on."

First time only: a thousand points for a hundred million won. After that, a hundred million per five thousand.

The math started turning over in my head. I was beginning to see the shape of the system. A few more sessions like the last one, and each one would drop a hundred million into my account.

"......"

The numbers kept rolling. What a month would come to, half a year, a full year......

"...There was no ceiling."

The app had no upper limit. None at all.

I set the phone down for a moment.

"Whew......"

The goosebumps prickling across my whole body refused to fade. A hundred million won. Real money, in my real account. This app had never been just a toy for holding girls' weaknesses over their heads.

"If things keep going like this..."

If the money problem were solved, would I even need to keep scrambling? Couldn't it settle everything I'd spent years deliberately dodging?

The things I'd dodged on purpose. There was a reason I'd made myself treat this app as nothing more than a plaything. Yes, tormenting girls was fun. But so what? Where did it actually lead? Keep it up, and then what? How was I supposed to take responsibility for any of them?

Seo Yerin sometimes said my way of thinking made her sick.

"But if the money problem were solved......"

If that happened... maybe I could finally pay down everything I'd put off. Seo Yerin. And maybe even more than that.

"To earn more points......"

I swallowed hard.

Just as my mind was grinding through it all—

"Hold on. Isn't that Han Junyoung?"

A voice drifted over from somewhere, familiar and unpleasant all at once.

I turned my head just slightly, then whipped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my gaze away.

The Iljin trio from my high school days—the three I had history with. I'd gone and crossed paths with those useless wastes of space, whose only real asset was their numbers.

...Hold on.

Their numbers?

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Barracks...?"