Suneung

"Heh heh heh."

I couldn't wipe the grin off my face as I read the article.

The Brave Citizen Award plaque hung on one wall of my room.

It had been a week since I'd broken into Kim Gangshik's house and saved the girl.

Thanks to that, I got the award, and over the past week, all sorts of media outlets had hounded me for interviews.

My story spread nationwide, and my parents called, chewing me out for nearly twenty minutes about risking my life like that.

They didn't say anything too harsh since my intentions were good and I'd saved a kid's life, but they lectured me to value my body more—which hit hard as their son.

'Well, at least my exhibitionism got satisfied, and the GP rolled in nicely.'

Kim Gangshik had been dragged off unconscious by the cops.

Charged with child abduction, attempted rape, and aggravated assault, he was just waiting for his sentence now.

"Still, what to do about that bastard Kim Gangshik."

He'd clocked me in the back of the head, knocking me out, then kicked my face three times.

My mouth was all cut up inside, so I'd been on liquids for days.

Separate from legal punishment, I wanted payback for those hits.

"The scariest thing for a rapist is getting doxxed."

I'd seen the news about him—hat pulled low, face hidden by a hoodie. Classic Korea, protecting the perp's rights first.

'Protecting the rights of a guy who violated someone else's? Doesn't make sense.'

'Not satisfying enough. Need more.'

Next, I opened the WeLike app.

Loaded Kim Gangshik's photo and applied the nude filter—his naked body appeared.

My second revenge was a method that felt utterly horrifying as a fellow man.

I'd seen a news story about chemical castration for sex offenders overseas.

Inspired by that.

His dick started shrinking in the photo.

From two fingers thick to pinky-sized, then buried in skin, invisible.

I wiped out the ugly balls below too.

Satisfied, I admired it.

Kim Gangshik's crotch was pure emptiness.

"Kim Gangshik, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you fucking dog. You shouldn't have hit me."

Meanwhile, in the Noryangjin Police Station holding cell.

Kim Gangshik, slouched against the wall like the world's ended, grimaced at a weird sensation in his groin.

"What the...?"

A vague unease and fear made him check down there.

But the feel was off.

"Wha—uh—wha—my dick...!"

"What the hell's he on about now?"

Kim Gangshik yanked off his pants and threw them aside.

"It's goneeeeee!"

The cops saw it too.

Kim Gangshik's groin.

Something that should be there... wasn't.

Precisely, it wasn't entirely gone.

Feel the skin closely, and there was a tiny, rice-grain nub.

Blood soon poured from where his balls had been, but the deranged Kim didn't notice.

"Wh—why... my di—arghblargh!"

A dead-end life.

His one joy—sexual release—gone forever.

"N—no! Not me! I'm a eunuch?! A fucking eunuch?! Fuuu—gack."

And so, eunuch Kim Gangshik passed out.

The cops figured his sudden vanishing dick and missing balls meant he'd mutilated and eaten them.

Revenge complete.

One click to castrate a man—reality correction is terrifying.

Turn the world's top beauty into the ugliest hag, or an ugly girl into a heartbreaker.

'Hang on, reverse what I did to Kim Gangshik?'

Modern medicine can't upsize dicks, but this could.

First thing I did with appearance correction was enlarge my own, and I'd overlooked it.

And for women? A to G cups, no implants needed.

'Target folks dissatisfied with their junk from status messages. Offer as premium service.'

Thanks to Kim Gangshik, I had a beauty center expansion idea.

Doing good really pays off.

"Hm?"

A KakaoTalk from Eunseo.

A few months ago, I had zero girls I talked to. Now, cuties like Eunseo were worrying about me.

'Talk about a stark contrast.'

I toyed with her a bit via chat, then ended with "Study hard," cutting contact.

This incident brought me even closer to Eunseo.

The guy who'd saved her went radio silent for days, then popped up as a news hero.

She felt weird at first, then worry, shock, admiration—her affection surged.

An unexpected development, but not bad.

Months had passed since meeting Eunseo.

We'd kept in steady contact, but hadn't seen each other face-to-face in ages.

'Come to think of it, Suneung's just a month away.'

Her temporary goodbye for exam prep felt like yesterday.

Time flies.

Then it happened.

"Hm?"

The event alarm I'd set for Eunseo's affection progress went off.

"Mock exam now? Probably the last check before Suneung, mock 10."

Laughable for me—I'd never missed just two on a mock.

'Exam stress.'

Her thought patterns seemed off as I watched.

Classic exam stress.

Negative thoughts looping endlessly, nothing sticking.

'This ain't good.'

No one encouraging her?

Seems not.

Calm observation showed her stressing over needless worries, tanking her condition.

'Gotta help.'

Perfect timing—status updated, and a reply from Eunseo.

I straight-up suggested meeting.

Hesitant Eunseo got convinced when I said I was passing her place anyway—just a quick face see.

Cafe near her house it was.

"Eunseo-ya."

"Ah, oppa."

Sat down and checked her face.

Cheeks slimmer than before.

Result of gradual tweaks for the blooming flower bud quest.

'Lost weight, even prettier.'

Appearance score up a full point.

Instead of jumping in, I calmly assessed her status.

Face said it, notes confirmed—stress worse than thought.

'Cheeks gone but weight up 1.5kg.'

Expression screamed sensitive, matching the profile.

'Stress-eating sweets?'

Whipped cream-loaded drink on the table.

Girl who stuck to veggies at salad bars for weight now ordered mocha latte extra whip.

I subtly read her inner thoughts.