Rolex and the Night Flex
I exchanged all my points for cash just in case, then drove straight to the department store. After parking in the lot, I headed to the luxury wing. Even someone like me who knew nothing about luxury brands could recognize the famous names lined up one after another. It was my first time in a place like this, so I might have felt intimidated, but after seeing hundreds of supercars earlier that day, it didn't faze me at all.
'Oh… there it is. Rolex.'
Without hesitation, I walked into the Rolex store. It was the kind of brand everyone knew, even people who didn't care about watches. For someone whose goal was to flaunt wealth, Rolex was the perfect choice.
“Welcome~”
A polite greeting greeted me the moment I stepped inside. Staff in elegant uniforms stood throughout the spacious showroom, and behind sturdy glass cases like those in a jewelry store, the legendary Rolex watches were beautifully displayed. I glanced over the watches on display, nodded a few times with zero enthusiasm, then approached a friendly-looking female employee.
“What's the biggest model you have here?”
“Yes, sir. If you'll look this way…”
She pointed to one of the displayed pieces. “This is the largest size we carry. The bezel and indices are all set with diamonds…”
She continued her explanation in detail. Instead of the usual sales talk about best-sellers or limited editions, she explained the watch's origin story, the functions, and the meaning behind the design. It really felt like a luxury store that sold history and fantasy rather than just objects. But honestly, the fact that it was covered in diamonds was more than enough for me. People like me didn't know or care about centuries of heritage. The Rolex logo and the densely packed diamonds were sufficient. And the diamonds were enormous. At this size, the watch could double as a flashlight—it would stand out like crazy on a dark street.
I listened quietly to her explanation, then asked at the right moment, “If I buy it now, can I wear it right away?”
“Yes, sir. That's possible.”
“Then I'll take this one.”
“Would you like to try it on first?”
“No, it's fine.”
I didn't even know trying it on was an option, but I liked it so much that I played it cool and said I didn't need to. After sitting at the table for a moment, the employee brought the watch packaged up. I went to the counter and handed over my card.
“That will be 45.7 million won. Would you like to pay in installments?”
“Ah, it's a debit card.”
“Ah… understood, sir.”
The employee looked slightly flustered as she carefully swiped the card and returned it. I opened the packaging right there in the store, put the watch on my wrist, and left the department store. Over 40 million won had vanished in an instant, leaving my account with barely 10 million, but the heavy weight on my wrist made me feel strangely secure. The Porsche and Rolex I'd splurged on today weren't just luxuries—they were tools for making money. In fantasy terms, it was like going to a dwarf village and blowing my entire fortune on full mithril armor and a magic sword. In wuxia terms, it was like spending a fortune on ten-thousand-year snow ginseng and a secret martial arts manual. With good gear equipped, I could feel my swagger level rising rapidly.
'Everyone's dead… they're all dead…'
I mentally declared war on the moths that would swarm Gangnam's streets once night fell. I'd show them exactly what a nouveau riche and a young rich guy looked like—and charge them an enormous admission fee for the show. The jealousy and envy that would soon be stabbing into me already felt sweet.
Vroooom—
I floored the Porsche toward a back alley in Gangnam. It was almost 5 p.m., so I needed to pick up my trainer. As if eager to show off its presence, the Porsche let out a loud, satisfying exhaust note. It was so loud it bordered on painful, but the louder it was, the more attention it would draw, so I didn't mind.
'Alright, let's do this~'
Even though I could have taken a more direct route, I deliberately drove toward the back alleys. The streets lined with shops, bars, and nightlife spots were just starting to wake up. Following my plan, I opened the roof, rested my Rolex-adorned wrist on the window frame, and cruised slowly through the back alleys. Traffic was crawling because of all the pedestrians, but that was exactly what I'd wanted, so I wasn't annoyed.
'Hell yeah. This is it.'
The stares from passersby came in all varieties. Most people just glanced furtively. Some glared angrily as they walked by, while others openly whistled and slowed down to admire the car. Their reactions differed, but one thing was certain—everyone was looking. The money-copying bug I'd planned was working perfectly, and the feeling was incredibly satisfying. I savored the attention while heading toward the parking lot of the building that housed the fitness club. After parking with the roof still open, I texted my trainer. She replied asking me to wait a moment. I was debating whether to close the roof and go inside when I spotted her coming down to the parking lot.
“Si-eun, over here!”
“Whoa! Minjun!!”
I called out loudly from the driver's seat. She wore an off-shoulder dress that perfectly accentuated her hourglass figure, paired with a thin cardigan, and her long hair flowed as she turned to look at me. Her eyes widened when she saw the sleek Porsche. She walked over, a black choker around her neck that looked incredibly seductive. It was exactly my style. It suited her, but it also looked like a collar—something that would look perfect on Yeonju.
“Ah, just a moment.”
I got out of the driver's seat and opened the passenger door for her.
“Thanks, Minjun.”
“No problem. I'm the one who should be thanking you for making time.”
Click.
After settling her into the passenger seat, I returned to the driver's side.
“You said you made a reservation, right? Could you put the address in the navigation?”
I asked politely, but her expression looked strange.
“Um… you know, Minjun.”
“Yes, Si-eun?”
“Even so, getting treated to something expensive on our first meeting feels a bit much, so I just reserved a regular Korean barbecue place…”
“Okay, and?”
“Now that I see your car, I feel like I made a mistake. I should've just let you treat me to something fancy without making a fuss… Seriously, why do I have such bad luck with food?”
She sighed deeply, genuinely regretful. The way she said it so openly made her seem honest rather than materialistic, which was actually cute and refreshing.
“Why? We can still cancel the reservation.”
“That would make me look even more materialistic.”
“A little, yeah.”
When I teased her lightly, she shot me a sideways glare from the passenger seat.
“Wow~ I didn't expect this. According to your PT application, you're five years younger than me… You're going to talk to your noona like that?”
“Sorry, noo-nim.”
“Noo-nim is too much. Just call me noona.”
“Got it, noona.”
“Aigoo, so cute. My little dongsaeng.”
She reached over and gently pinched my cheek.
“Noona's way cuter than me.”
“Oh please. I'm more sexy than cute, you know~?”
Even as she said it, Noona Si-eun was smiling, clearly in a good mood. Feeling mischievous, I leaned toward her and fastened her seatbelt myself. Our bodies were close enough to almost touch. She smelled fresh, like she'd just showered—her body wash scent was strong and pleasant.
“Hmm~ The young guy has pretty good manners, huh?”
She stared straight at my face as I buckled her in. Far from being surprised, she looked completely relaxed. If it were Yeonju, she'd be flustered and blushing, unable to move. As expected, Noona Si-eun was no easy opponent.
Click.
I finished buckling her seatbelt and took the wheel again. If I let the atmosphere heat up here, we might end up having car sex in the brand-new Porsche. Honestly, if I'd had wet wipes, I might have seriously considered it, but unfortunately, I didn't even have tissues, so it wasn't an option.
“Ahem. Tell me the reservation place, noona. Let's go there for now. I'll treat you to something expensive next time.”
“Whoa~ Already planning the next date? Wow, Minjun, you little punk. You're a total player… I think I picked the wrong guy today?”
“Player? I've never even had a girlfriend.”
“Ah~ Minjun, that's not how it works anymore. That innocent act doesn't work on girls these days.”
“…”
“Huh…? Wait, seriously… are you a real-life virgin?”
“…”
I kept my mouth shut. I'd had sex a few times, but if I was being honest, I'd never actually had a girlfriend. Mihee noona obviously didn't count, and with Yeonju, we were technically still in the talking stage. Of course, if I asked Yeonju to date me, she'd probably burst into tears of joy and suggest marriage on the spot…
'I don't know how things will change, so there's no point in obsessing over having a girlfriend…'
Since I had no idea what quests the app might throw at me, I couldn't afford to create restrictions on my behavior. That's why I'd decided to go for female slaves or one-night stands rather than girlfriends—and the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. But the word “girlfriend” still carried a strange weight, and I couldn't help the small shadow that crossed my face.
“I… I'm sorry, Minjun…”
“It's fine. Just put the address in the navigation.”
“Okay… got it.”
I drove to the place Noona Si-eun had entered. It was right in the middle of Gangnam's nightlife district—perfect for driving with the roof open and racking up flex points. Vroooom—
As expected, driving around with a stunning woman like Noona Si-eun drew an insane amount of attention. The streets of Gangnam felt like a runway prepared just for me, and the envious stares felt like spotlights. Just thinking about all the flex points I'd earn made me feel full before we'd even eaten, and the sting from the girlfriend conversation was already healing. Noona Si-eun seemed to be enjoying the attention just as much—her expression was bright.
“Ah~~ this is nice. Everyone's so jealous. Whoa… look over there, Minjun. Those club girls are glaring at me like they want to kill me.”
“If a fight breaks out, just ignore them, noona.”
“It's fine. Those dumb bitches who just drink all the time aren't worth my time.”
“You don't drink?”
“I do. But I work it all off with exercise, so it's fine.”
“Ah, right.”
“What? What's with that lukewarm reaction?”
As expected from someone who worked out, Noona Si-eun had a bit of bravado. When my response didn't satisfy her, she frowned slightly and glanced at me. She was clearly very serious about fitness.
“We're here. This is the place, right?”
I pointed at the building. She answered half-heartedly.
“Mm… yeah. But Minjun, you…”
“Ah~ I'm starving. Let's hurry up and eat, noona.”
I quickly cut her off before she could say more. It wasn't that I didn't want to hear her cute bravado—I just wanted to tease her. If Yeonju's style was to trigger possessiveness, Noona Si-eun's style was the type that made you want to tease her no matter what. Despite her appearance, the more I got to know her, the more I realized how straightforward and easygoing her personality was.
“…Tch.”
“…What? Are you sulking, noona?”
“Whatever. Just park already. You said you wanted to eat meat.”
She was definitely sulking, but if I apologized right away, it would ruin the fun, so I ignored it and focused on parking. After parking, I got out and was about to open her door when she got out first. From the way she was acting, she seemed more upset than I'd thought.
“Ahem. Cheer up, noona. I was just joking…”
“Who said anything?”
“Come on, you're twenty-five. Are you really sulking over something like this?”
“Ugh~ I said I'm not sulking.”
“Sure you aren't~”
“Hey, do you want to die?!”
She whipped around and raised her fist at me. The thin cardigan did nothing to hide the clear outline of her toned biceps.
—Poke poke.
I poked her flexed bicep and prepared my ultimate line—the kind that always worked on gym rats. It was cliché, but clichés existed for a reason.
“Whoa~ noona. Now that I look at it, your biceps are no joke. How are they so perfectly shaped and firm? You must have some special secret.”
“Hah. Of course. If you follow what I teach you every day, you'll get arms like this too.”
“As expected of our Si-eun noona.”
As I said that, I gently lowered her fist and naturally linked arms with her. Thanks to the height boost from the body enhancement that morning, I could almost match her height even with her heels on.
“Exercise is great, but let's go eat first.”
“Wow…… Now that I think about it, you really are a player… Virgin my ass…”
Even as she grumbled, she didn't pull her arm away and let herself be led into the building. Despite all her muscle, her steps beside me felt surprisingly light. As expected, complimenting biceps was the ultimate cheat code for people obsessed with muscle.