Chapter 1

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 1

Chapter Title: Please Do It

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Han So-in, 29 years old, winter.

He had never been with a woman even once.

On a cold winter day, he died on his way to meet a woman he was being set up with.

He pushed a child out of the way on a crosswalk and got hit by the car instead.

"Uwaaaah!"

Han So-in screamed as he opened his eyes. As always, his small, skinny arms greeted him. He felt the hard surface of a hospital bed.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"Why... am I here...?"

He examined his body. There wasn't a single scratch.

He had definitely been hit by a car?

"Sir, this is a shared ward, so you need to keep it down."

A nurse approached and spoke. Even in her uniform, the curves of her figure were evident.

There was one other peculiar thing.

'What is that?'

A small arrow floating in the air, like a hologram.

'Am I seeing things...?'

Without thinking, he tapped the arrow.

"Eek?"

Han So-in hurriedly closed the window.

"Sir?"

Looking at the nurse's puzzled stare, he realized the window was visible only to him.

"Sorry. I thought I was seeing things for a second."

"I heard you got hit by a soccer ball... Should I let the doctor know?"

"Soccer ball...?"

He didn't play soccer. With his childlike height and frail physique, it was a sport he'd always avoided.

Except for one time.

'No way?'

Before becoming a college student, right after the college entrance exam and before enrollment—the last time he'd played soccer at school.

(Hey, So-in, we're short a player. Just stand in goal for us.)

He'd filled in temporarily for a team short on members. Soon after, a ball came flying his way.

'I passed out then and got carried off.'

The memory resurfaced.

Unconsciously, Han So-in glanced at the document the nurse had checked.

-Han So-in, 20 years old. (Male)

"...?"

He was 29. He figured the age was listed wrong.

The TV on the wall blared a breaking news alert. It was about some American president being elected for the first time.

"Eh...?"

As far as he knew, that was from nine years ago.

No way.

"Did I... go back to my first year of college nine years ago?"

It was the first day of the semester.

Next to every young woman in the lecture hall floated a triangular icon.

'Ahem...'

Even though it was just the introductory lecture with nothing substantial, he couldn't focus.

The trivial info let him check classmates' actual body measurements by tapping their triangles.

Age. Height. Weight. Bust size.

These four were always visible.

'Han Mi-ryeo, A-cup. She's padded.'

The thrill of seeing women's secret measurements that they hid from everyone.

'Kim Seul-gi, D-cup. Hiding those on purpose? Lighter than I thought.'

Among the girls in baggy clothes, some deliberately downplayed their figures.

And the menu attached to the side.

[Execute Please Do It.]

A button he hadn't pressed yet, unsure what it did. It always hovered in the air.

'What the hell is Please Do It...?'

As the mundane first-class chatter continued, Han So-in locked eyes with someone.

'Gasp.'

The department's rumored beauty but most venomous girl—the one who'd seize his notes during exam season.

"Hi, I'm Seo Mi-na."

A brown-haired girl smiling sweetly.

With a mole under her eye, she exuded a hint of sexiness.

He remembered now.

'This bitch targeted me as her notebook shuttle after seeing my entrance scores.'

Normally, he'd spend four years as her errand boy because of her.

"Hi?"

Just like before, she pressed her ample chest against him with a fake smile.

Han So-in made a different choice this time.

"Um, could you back off a bit?"

She looked dumbfounded.

Mi-na smirked.

You? Pushing me away?

She had a habit of looking down on others and hated being told what to do.

"No thanks?"

"Please just do it..."

The moment he asked her, a window popped up.

'What is this?'

After the alert, moments later.

"Ugh, I don't wanna... but suddenly I feel like stopping."

Seo Mi-na, infamous for ignoring others, backed away.

The future had changed.

"This is..."

Watching her retreat, Han So-in pieced together what Please Do It did.

'Does asking someone to do something make them do it?'

Curious, he dropped his pen on the floor and said to her,

"Hey, could you pick up my pen...?"

"No hands?"

Seo Mi-na shot him an annoyed glare and kicked the pen away with her heeled shoe. Watching it slide to the back of the lecture hall, Han So-in panicked.

'Did I gain superpowers?'

Even after the professor's brief orientation ended, he couldn't stand up.

'Am I not OP as hell right now?'

He knew the future, and with this power, people would do even disliked requests sometimes.

'But what's Obedience Level?'

Seo Mi-na's window showed Obedience Level 0.

'Does higher Obedience mean they do tougher requests?'

Glancing at her, she seemed to want to approach but didn't.

'Not coming? Can't come? Does she want to but her body won't move?'

Han So-in figured Please Do It forced compliance rather than changing minds.

'At higher Obedience, would she do naughty stuff?'

Thinking of lewd acts brought up plenty of pervy fantasies.

Gazing at the venomous beauty Seo Mi-na, he felt the old intimidation, but also wondered if he could get her to...

'Sleep with me? Or at least show her tits...'

Maybe he could do naughty things with her.

Since he knew the future, couldn't he make a fortune? The thought bounced around his head.

One more question lingered.

'How do I raise Obedience Level?'

Maybe higher levels would unlock lewd requests.

No help menu. He'd have to experiment.

Asking a passing guy...

That was all it said.

'What's the mechanic here?'

Giving up on theory, he tapped arrows next to girls.

'She's gorgeous. All the freshmen were talking about this senior.'

He absentmindedly checked the canteen part-timer's info. Her hated action caught his eye.

'Hates when people toss coins on the counter.'

Made sense for a canteen worker.

"Swipe your card, please."

"Card... hold on, don't have it."

While scanning her profile, Han So-in fumbled. Without realizing, he placed a coin from his pocket on the counter.

'Oops.'

He realized his mistake instantly.

'This senior hates picking up coins from the counter...'

Her eyebrow twitched briefly.

She glared at him.

'Eek.'

He wasn't confident he'd win a physical fight against a girl.

'Scary vibe, but damn she's pretty.'

With a small sigh, she picked up the coin, making her displeasure obvious.

'Huh?'

"Anything else?"

"Sorry for tossing the coin..."

"Yeah, sure. Hand it over next time."

What the hell.

Standing blankly outside the canteen, he pondered.

'I made her do something she hates, and her Obedience went up?'

Recalling the message, he thought.

'Success on hated requests raises Obedience and daily uses?'

He got it.

And lightning struck his mind.

'Keep tossing coins at her, and uses keep increasing?'

He turned back to the canteen.

"Welcome."

She greeted, then frowned realizing it was him again.

"Uh..."

Tapping her arrow...

It had changed.

"Sorry about before. Thanks. Haha..."

Flustered, he spouted nonsense.

'Hated action changed? Can't repeat the same one?'

Life wouldn't be that easy, he mused, while babbling aloud.

"Haha, life's tough, but you're so pretty. Got a number...? Whoa."

Lost in thought, he blurted a weird excuse. The pretty part-timer's face twisted as she stared.

'Damn. What nonsense... But does this count as a request? Level 1 limit?'

"Could you give me your number...?"

"Why would I give my number to some short, inarticulate, rude guy?"

Her sharp retort matched her beauty.

"Sorry..."

Han So-in, never confident with girls.

Confidence plummeted further. Felt like his whole body shrank to 1 gram.

And this senior's bust was huge up close.

Suddenly, she said something odd.

"Ugh, annoying. Gimme your phone."

"Pardon?"

"I don't give numbers to losers like you usually, but whim. Hand it over."

"...Thanks."

He got the C-cup canteen girl's number in a daze. Now he recalled her face.

She matched the photo of the youngest female vice president at a big corp after quitting the canteen.

'Talented and pretty...'

"You're in the way. Go."

"Yes..."

He'd gotten the number, but felt oddly less confident.

For days, he roamed making girls do hated things to boost his Please Do It uses.

'Did I overdo it...?'

Result: He became the department's official creep. Only pulling hated stunts on girls.

Most hated, but with the most classmate numbers—an odd(?) existence.

Hard-earned from 50 disliked acts.

Bonus: Saw every girl's three sizes once.

'Kinda fun...'

Higher Obedience revealed more.

Obedience 1 unlocked lifetime intercourse count.

'Kinda hot...'

More unlocked too.

During class, he started freelancing online.

He needed money.

'I know the future, so I can inflate investments. Make bank, then date tons of girls!'

Petty guy with big dreams.

Like intercourse count, Weekly Masturbation Count unlocked.

For his most awkward classmate Seo Mi-na...

Fewer guys than expected.

But masturbated over 3 times a day—sexually sensitive type.

"What're you staring at?"

"Nothing, just..."

Class was mostly review anyway, so he jotted prof's emphasis points then checked girls' stats.

'This is addictive...'

Obedience 0: basic measurements.

Obedience 1: weekly masturbation count too.

'Even that pretty one jerks off a lot...'

Imagining them at it distracted him from class.

'Focus. Got more experiments today...'

Plan: Try Obedience 2 on canteen girl.

Her hated action: [Going for drinks with someone showing up unannounced at night.]

Ignoring Seo Mi-na's dirty looks, class ended.

He headed to the girls' dorm near campus. Figured the canteen senior lived there too.

'Her contact...'

He'd gotten it but never called—hard to remember the name.

'Kim Hee-na... Here.'

Tense, he dialed.

"Hee-na? It's the guy from the canteen who got your number... Wanna grab drinks...?"

(Do you know what time it is? What kinda play is this? Don't call.)

Beep beep.

He called again.

(What? For real?)

Her resistance was fierce. His method matched: stupid.

Hated request meant tough persuasion.

"If you drink with me... I'll give you 500,000 won... I'm so lonely."

(What're you on?)

"Just come out for drinks... 500,000 won right away... Got the cash."

Peak loser move. But that was Han So-in's level now.

(......)

He recalled she worked the canteen for tuition. 500k was big. Best he could think.

(Fuck...)

'Gasp.'

Faint curse over the phone shrank his heart.

'Failed?'

Embarrassed, turning to leave homeward.

(Wait. But not long.)

She agreed. No system message, but confirmed later meeting her.

Obedience properly at 2.

So, maybe time for lewd requests?