Round 2-4
When Lee Min-jeong pressed the start button, a massive screen materialized above the black orb.
For a moment it flickered, then handsome men’s photos flashed one after another, appearing and vanishing in quick succession.
“Man, he’s gorgeous.”
Thirty photos for thirty minutes. Each one lasted about a minute before disappearing.
God, staring at guys the whole time is no joke.
She had to stare at these ridiculously good-looking men without blinking. Seong-hyeon felt like he was becoming a gay man himself.
If they had been women, he could have looked all he wanted, but keeping his focus on male faces was brutally hard.
He could never look away for more than three seconds, and he definitely could not close his eyes.
The success of this mission depended entirely on maintaining eye contact.
“Seong-hyeon-ah, does seeing those hot guys make you happy? Stop looking at them and look at me too. You want to see Oppa’s gorgeous face, right?”
“Aish, hyung, shut up. Don’t interfere. Didn’t you hear me say keep your eyes on the screen?”
“Hey, just chill out.”
No matter how much Seong-hyeon and Choi Geon-woo scolded him, Dae-yeon only laughed and laughed.
Thankfully, the mission was protected from any influence of the Dominance stat. If it hadn’t been, he would have turned his face straight to Dae-yeon.
Seong-hyeon’s anger boiled over. Why the hell would he say that if I actually turned my head the way I was told?
Who in this world would ever understand how important this mission was to him?
“Geon-woo, how much time has passed?”
“Uh, ten minutes now. Twenty left.”
The tenth photo vanished and higher-tier images appeared.
Up until now they had only been shirtless, but now only underwear-clad men were shown.
Every single one had a noticeably bulging erection clearly outlined through the thin fabric.
“Aish, I can’t watch anymore. I’ll just lie down in the room.”
“Hey, get out.”
Dae-yeon walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Seong-hyeon thought it was actually better this way. He was just a distraction.
The photos grew more and more explicit. The bulges were getting bigger and bigger. If they got any larger, they would be spilling out.
Seong-hyeon felt a strange envy. He also felt the loss of something he had never had, and he was jealous of the sheer size these men possessed.
His own was not small, but men always wanted bigger, right?
If he could get his manhood back after this, maybe he would play the game a little longer.
The game could even grow his… you know.
Just like it had done for Geon-woo.
…Hik?
Seong-hyeon suddenly let out a strange sound.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Ah… nothing.”
Seong-hyeon stared downward for a second, then snapped his head up hurriedly.
There was that familiar, uncomfortable heat spreading low in his body, like he needed to pee but everything was tingling in a weird way.
Seong-hyeon panicked. This isn’t supposed to happen. I’ve never felt anything like this around guys. It must be a mistake. It can’t be…
The next photo showed a tall, handsome white man in a speedo. He was really good-looking, but Seong-hyeon felt nothing but discomfort just looking at him.
Yet the strange sensation refused to fade.
If anything, it was getting stronger.
His legs were starting to tremble. He squeezed them together tightly and pressed down hard against his groin. Heat was rising through his entire body, making his face burn.
Am I going crazy? Why… why is this happening…
“Hyung, your face is bright red. Are you okay? Want me to open the window?”
“Ah… yeah, thanks.”
A cool breeze helped a little. The photos were now halfway through. Fifteen minutes left. Seong-hyeon had to stay focused. He could not afford to waste this chance.
After the twentieth photo, the images became openly erotic. Some had completely removed their underwear. Every photo’s center of attention was a massive, rock-hard erection.
Haah… no, why, why…
“Hyung, are you sick?”
“Ah, no. Just… uh, I’m fine.”
Even the cold breeze did nothing. Seong-hyeon unconsciously started moving his hips and rubbing his crotch against the floor.
Haaah… ugh…
Something felt incredibly wrong.
He wanted to touch it again, just like before.
Touching now would definitely cause failure, right? He had already failed, hadn’t he? Please just stop…
His desire was growing stronger instead. His hips were shaking as if something alive was moving inside him.
Stop, stop shaking… this feeling is way too weird. I can’t feel this. If I do, I can’t turn back… wait, am I actually shaking?
He listened closely and heard a faint vibration coming from below.
It was a vibrator.
The vibrator was working right now.
“That bastard Jeong Dae-yeon! What the hell are you doing?!”
“Hyung? Why, why are you—?”
“Geon-woo, go into the room right now and steal that bastard’s phone. He activated the vibrator he put in earlier!”
“What?!”
Laughter echoed from inside the room.
Seong-hyeon quickly reached down and yanked the vibrator’s cord. Nothing moved. It felt like his body and the vibrator had merged.
Moist fluid was soaking his hand. A bad feeling started creeping in.
“Open the door! Open it!”
The door handle wouldn’t turn. It was locked from the inside. Geon-woo pounded on the door and shouted.
“Why isn’t it opening?!”
“Hey, this bastard locked it. Hyung, keep your eyes on the screen!”
Seong-hyeon snapped his gaze back to the screen. Thank God more than three seconds hadn’t passed. The mission was almost over.
Anger toward Dae-yeon rose like a tidal wave.
That crazy bastard. He interrupted earlier, and now he’s turning on the vibrator he promised he wouldn’t? For whose benefit did he even put that in?
If they succeeded, the Dominance stat would be reset.
Seong-hyeon swore right then that once the mission ended, Dae-yeon would never be left alone again.
How much had he already done for Dae-yeon? And now this?
- Last photo.
The only saving grace was that the rising lust had been completely quenched by pure anger.
- Mission ended.
- Determining success.
“Jeong Dae-yeon, you bastard. When you come out, I won’t let you off the hook.”
“Huh, Seong-hyeon-ah, it ended well? Sorry~ I got bored lying here alone.”
“Shut up, you bastard. Get out here right now. You promised to help and you pull crap like this?”
“Just kidding, just kidding. Did we succeed?”
“Obviously. What kind of question is that…?”
“Um… hyung?”
Geon-woo pointed at the black orb with a panicked expression.
- Mission failed.
- Failure reason: excessive sexual arousal.
- Existing points increased.
- Additional penalty imposed.
“Kuaaaah!”
Seong-hyeon screamed and collapsed. His entire body twisted in agony as every bone seemed to shift.
He writhed in pain, then lost consciousness.
“Hehe, interesting.”
Dae-yeon came out of the room and watched Seong-hyeon’s body change. His hair grew longer, his face gradually feminized, and his frame shrank.
“Why did you do that?”
Geon-woo asked angrily. Dae-yeon’s actions had gone way too far to call it a joke. Their ten-year friendship was completely shattered. He simply could not understand the man in front of him.
Geon-woo’s fists were shaking. If the rule against violence hadn’t existed, he might have punched Dae-yeon already.
Or should he just hit him anyway? A few points lost would be better than nothing?
“Hey, Choi Geon-woo.”
“Why did you do it?”
“You still don’t like Lee Min-jeong.”
“…What the hell are you talking about?”
“You broke up with Hyemi because of her. On her birthday you ran to the hospital saying Min-jeong had an accident while you were on a date.”
“That was ages ago. Stop bringing it up.”
“Help me.”
“What?”
Dae-yeon leaned in toward Geon-woo and said.
“This game can do anything. I will turn Park Seong-hyeon into a complete woman. If you help me, I’ll make sure you and Min-jeong end up together.”
Geon-woo glared at him.
He knew he should stop the conversation, but strangely he couldn’t. Dae-yeon’s words, now strengthened by some invisible power, were twisting inside his head like a snake.
“Stop lying. Do you really think I would believe you?”
“Well, even if you don’t believe it, wouldn’t it be good for you if Seong-hyeon becomes a woman?”
“But why would he do that? What did Hyung do wrong? He’s already helped too many times.”
“You don’t know anything. So are you going to help or not?”
Geon-woo didn’t answer.
He remembered the first time he met Min-jeong. It had been a freshman welcome party. At first sight, Geon-woo fell for her.
Even though he was awkward with women, Min-jeong made him feel comfortable, and they ended up studying together often.
After she broke up with her boyfriend, they drank one night. Geon-woo, drunk, confessed his feelings.
That night was blurry, but the next day Min-jeong treated him normally.
When he confessed soberly again, she rejected him.
“Let’s just stay friends. I like you as a friend.”
After that, Geon-woo gave up. He met other women. Or he thought he had.
But the attachment refused to go away.
When Seong-hyeon, his reliable hyung, started dating Min-jeong and they got engaged, Geon-woo swore he would keep his feelings hidden forever.
Seong-hyeon had a nice job and would make a better husband than he ever could. How could he even ask him to come to him? His dreams of becoming a pro athlete were ruined by injury, and his salary was constantly late.
But now Seong-hyeon was changing into a woman.
A small, clear bust had grown on his chest, and his waist and hips had curved. His face had changed beyond recognition.
If things went well, by the end of the game Seong-hyeon would be even more transformed. Maybe he would become unrecognizable as the man Min-jeong married.
And Geon-woo had legs now and a better body. The game even gave him money.
Geon-woo suddenly felt a flood of thoughts.