Chapter 15: The End of Revenge

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After that, whenever it was my night shift at the convenience store, Kim Soyeon would show up. During the day, I'd wander from store to store, call Lee Seonyeong over for some fun, and at night, while working the register, I'd fuck Soyeon when she arrived. This routine lasted about two weeks. After hitting hundreds of stores, I finally scored a single 600-million-won lottery ticket.

'Add in the smaller winners, and it's over 800 million.'

To avoid any unnecessary suspicion, I only claimed the 600-million one. The rest I'd stash away and cash out through proxies when needed.

Two weeks later, the prize hit my account. After taxes, about 400 million won. I'd completely forgotten about taxes—my bad—but there was no helping it. Luckily, it matched my minimum expectation, so I was on target.

Back at the goshiwon, I stood in front of the mirror.

I tweaked my face a bit with the function. It cost 50 GP, and some of the pore marks on my skin faded.

'50 GP for this minor fix.'

I kept going—grew my height by 1 cm, trimmed a tiny bit of belly fat, and so on. In total, 200 GP gone.

Based on the adjustment values:

"2000 GP."

That was my estimate to hit an appearance score of 70 points.

"Clear the grooming quest for 1000 GP."

Doable.

I texted the convenience store owner that I couldn't work anymore and to find a replacement quick. Time to devote everything to the next phase.

I prepared to hit Gangnam again. This time, not blindly—I had a rough plan. I just needed 1 point, but skin treatments cost a fortune. Bad cost-performance. So, second-best: a beauty center.

Esthetic de Nonhyeon. Aimed at celebrities and the rich, but promo month meant ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a one-month trial for half price.

'Still 2 million won, though.'

Skin care, massage, PT, body shaping—the works. With 400 million in the bank, worth investing.

'A month of this should net at least 1 point.'

...Right?

A twinge of anxiety, but I bought the membership. No backing out now.

At Esthetic de Nonhyeon, everyone looked loaded and leisurely. I checked myself—pathetic.

'Spending comes after the New Me quest.'

I was still the eggshell. No swan gets depressed over its shell. Thankfully, the staff didn't judge my looks—top-tier service manners.

First up: PT. A muscle-bound trainer who intimidated just standing there guided me meticulously. Every last bit of strength got wrung out.

Half-dead, I moved to the body room for massage—or "body therapy" in fancy terms.

"First-time customer? Hi, I'm body therapist Shim Uran."

Her cheerful voice was secondary; I was stunned by her looks.

'Whoa. Gorgeous.'

Glamorous, healthy beauty personified. Her athletic body blended feminine curves with firm muscle—touching it had to feel amazing, springy and satisfying. And her chest: about D-cup, but her tall frame made them huge. They strained against the loose therapist uniform, proudly forming a radiant shape. Her face? Lee Seonyeong and Kim Soyeon couldn't compare—it'd be rude to even try.

I pulled up her profile right away.

'Appearance 69 points.' Top 5-6% beauty. Seonyeong and Soyeon were both low 50s—top 40%, slightly above average—so no contest.

"Starting the treatment, sir."

Shim Uran's hands touched my back. In just shorts, as she worked my lower back, shoulders, neck, chest—my dick nearly hardened instantly. I recited the Heart Sutra to hold back. My super-sized cock shows too much when erect. Getting hard mid-massage? Total embarrassment.

"Treatment done, sir. Come back soon?"

She smiled with her eyes as she left. I rolled my shoulders.

'Way more effective than expected.'

I'd only known sleazy places; this was refreshing, pleasurable service. PT fatigue? Gone.

'Deepen things with Uran, get massages every fuck?'

Quest ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠popped—I wanted to pursue her now, but held back.

'Better after upgrading looks.'

Approach now, hit 70 points, then ghost? Lame.

'Hold it together, lust.'

Shower, then skin care. Headed home satisfied.

'Good signup.'

Beyond quality, inspiring experience. Huge 3F space, packed.

'If people spend this much on beauty...'

Money-making idea using my ability clicked.

Lee Seonyeong rocked above me, moaning. "Ha-ah, ha-at, ha-at... Yunho, you seem different lately?"

"Yeah?"

"Ha-ah...! Yeah, your riding feel changed."

Watching her grind hard, I thought:

'Obviously. Lost 2 points' worth of belly fat.'

I hit the center daily till membership expired. Appearance up a whopping 3 points. Pro ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠care trimmed flab, smoothed skin.

Keep going, could hit 50s. But no renewal—waste now.

I shoved riding Seonyeong off, switched to missionary, pistoned hard. As she came thrice, I filled her womb.

"Ha-ah, Yunho, great again today."

"...Yeah."

No quest, so fucking her gained nothing, but I kept at it. At least vents lust, refills GP. Satisfaction dropping, though.

"What? Something on your head?"

"Ah... nothing."

"Face I'd get, but staring holes through the ceiling?"

Obviously checking her profile.

Her overconfident status message claimed understanding stares. But regardless, our thing wasn't satisfying anymore.

'Why?'

Pondered, realized two reasons.

First: looks. Despite confidence, 50 points—top 40%, slightly above average. My plain 43 wasn't much lower.

'Yet she showed disgust, calling me ugly.'

Human hearts are twisted. Conquering her thrilled at first; now, just her past insults lingered.

Second, more complex: We'd kept fucking, but I hadn't forgotten her humiliation. Post-quest pleasure conquest, she wasn't paying anymore. Fully tamed by my cock.

Affection: 91 (-3)

Addicted to my pleasure, no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠repulsion left. Status: pure bliss.

I realized: This wasn't revenge for her past insult.

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