Chapter 12

You're just... tap tap tap tap tap tap. "Haaah... huff..." After the jog came the running race. It wasn't just barely beating Mom anymore—I'd completely lapped her and reached the house first. After catching my breath for a moment, I already felt like I could sprint again. The boosted stamina stat wasn't just about endurance to keep from gasping; it ramped up my leg power too.

Waiting there after arriving early, Mom came staggering toward me, letting out "Haaaang... haeung... haaang... son... haaang..."—sounds that blurred the line between moans and heavy panting. Those moans were hot as hell, and that insanely bouncing rack of hers was straight-up mesmerizing. One more lap?

"Mom. Let's do one more lap!"

"Haaang... haaang... hueeeung... no... Mom... haaang... can't... run anymore..."

Even with my pitch, Mom laboriously shook her head side to side, refusing like she was on her last legs.

"Still, stopping dead after running like that can make you dizzy. Let's at least walk it off slowly."

"Haaang... so... tired... haaang... haaang..."

...

Dragging the wiped-out Mom around the house a few more laps by force, we finally made it inside. Both of us soaked head to toe in sweat.

"Son, your clothes are drenched in sweat, huh? Hand 'em over to Mom right now so I can toss them in the wash."

Following her to the laundry room, I stripped right there on the spot and passed the bundle to her. Down to just my underwear and undershirt.

"Here you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠go."

She took them with a flustered look. "Oh dear. So suddenly..."

"Psh, what's the big deal? I'm a guy."

As expected from Mom with her rock-bottom stats, even this much threw her off.

Whoosh. Off came the underwear, then the last of the shirt. Handed it all over.

"Gasp! Son!"

She yelped at my abrupt move, snatching the T-shirt and whipping her head away.

"Shirt was soaked—no helping it. I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hitting the shower first."

"Uh... y-yeah..."

Leaving flustered Mom in the dust, I headed to the bathroom. That's when the unexpected jackpot hit.

Whoa! Finally, Mom's first exclusive heroine coin. Massive haul. Only issue? No clue on the "precise" way to farm it. Wet T-shirt contest? What the hell? Whatever, didn't matter much. If I didn't know, just brute-force copy the setup. Every weekend, same routine to grind 'em out.

After showering and tumbling with Lea—sucking face like maniacs—my stamina tanked completely. Another shower? Too damn lazy.

Stamina at 7. Total wipeout. That little demon Lea. Lately, she's gone full feral. Her self-control's already down to 75. Can't drop it lower with common coins, sure, but purely on that stat, she's primed for D-rank. Teach her one kiss, and boom—no hesitation.

These days, my life's joy was Lea kiss-and-massage sessions. Once, with Haena nuna right there, she piped up, "Oppa! Let's do that massage!" Cold sweat city. Lucky for Haena's utter indifference to me (bless her?), it blew over. Sweet-talked Lea after: made it our dirty little secret.

'If everyone wants massages, I'll be swamped. I only wanna do you.'

BS like that. Anyway, blissful Lea time aside—zero progress with Haena nuna. At this rate, Lea hitting E-rank before Haena claws out of F? Totally on the cards.

Haena's upgrade condition: In isolation, no coins used, raise lust—then burn it all for promotion. No breakthrough there, stalled hard. Tried lining up her stat reqs anyway. Thought it'd be easy, but nah—Haena hasn't even unlocked Incest trait yet.

To nuke Family Relation, need Incest. That means stacking incest-tag coins, plus mental wall drops. Tally it up? Coin burn's insane. And what if I prep all this and upgrade drags? Regret wasting coins elsewhere? Kept hesitating.

Fuck, what now? Lag on Lea conquest, and I'm dust. Fast clear's all about optimization. Am I even doing it right? Mid-check: mid-500s. Now? Lea's ahead, but ranking criteria? Mystery. One heroine deep enough? Maybe not. Thought I was crushing it, but if that's mid-pack... in this stall? Probably catching smoke.

Too blissed out in Lea progress. But sitting there, reality hit: this was life-or-death. My head swirled with tangled loops.

Is this pace okay? Will I just vanish like this?

Can I coast on fun and survive the comp?

That's when—

Ting!

Wrestling my skull at the desk, twisting in frustration—a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠coin clinked to the floor.

First coin sound since grabbing Invisible Hand. Must've fumbled a desk toy into storage way back. House Cleaning—my very first coin. That thrill when it dropped? Pure ecstasy. Yeah... that's it. I'm not the one crashing. Not my style.

Lately, conquest stress crushed me. Routines piled up—daily grinds. Terrified one slip would topple my stat tower. But fear what, exactly? Fuck that. I don't lose. Don't care who across dimensions—I win. No vanishing for me.

Stats I'd hit eventually anyway. Optimal? Maybe not.

Crash.

So what? My way or bust. Yanked every Haena-related coin from storage: Exhibitionist to Watching You, fresh Heroine Coin: Display Master, backhugs, incest tags to juice Incest.

Familiar flicks—coins poured from my Storage onto the desk. Hundreds in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠value, easy. Easy smokes for days.

Shucked the damp tracksuit and tee, threw on fresh ones. Stuffed pockets bulging with coins. Steeled up, went hunting.

Where's Haena nuna?

Scanned the living room, hit the kitchen. There she was: epic tits plopped on the table, munching fruit, scrolling her phone.

Honest? Out of lines, ideas. Whatever. What're you gonna do, Haena Im?

Approached, hand on her shoulder. "Nuna. Fighting."

"What?" Flat stare, deadpan.

Shrugged like her. Stone-faced exit. Nuna: "What the...?" Back to her phone, peak aloofness. Handy sometimes.

But now? Passed through the living room to my room, eyed the prompt.

"Yes."

Take it, Haena Im. This is the power I've stockpiled—for you.

"Haat."

How cold she'd been to me. How indifferent. Doesn't matter. Haena Im—you're just my conquest target.