11. SNS Star, College Goddess Yoon Mi-na (24, Innocent Beauty, Has a Boyfriend♡)
BJ Seon-hwa's stream fills the screen blankly. Her complexion looks a shade brighter than yesterday, her condition better too. The broadcast rolls on with casual chit-chat in the comment section.
Gazing at Lee Seon-hwa's made-up face, he feels himself getting sucked in, so he shuts it off.
Damn, it's driving me crazy. Keeps popping into my head...
A day has passed, but last night's romp with Seon-hwa lingers. It was even more intense than with Pilates instructor Ha Yeon-su. Maybe thanks to the new Hacking Tool feature—close his eyes, and her unexpectedly cute moans echo. Just imagining it nearly gives him a hard-on.
He endures with slow deep breaths and meditation.
"Oh yeah, the Hacking Tool got an upgrade too."
Muttering as it crosses his mind, he checks the recent notifications.
Reconciliation sex with beauty specialist BJ Seon-hwa
1.5 million won + New hacking tech unlocked
Nude affectionate photo with beauty specialist BJ Seon-hwa as proof of reconciliation
Do better next time
High-handed Queen's First Moan♡ (Private - No Sharing)
Female Corruption Lv.1 → Female Corruption Lv.2 ↑
Upgrades with use (Max Lv.5)
More EXP needed for other upgrades
New Hacking Tool feature unlocked. Use it well.
Among the cascade of messages, the last one stands out: the Black Market unlock. Not just in the Hacking Tool app—a whole new app appeared. Logging in shows a bare black layout for now.
The in-app explanation for mission use:
Handy, huh? Looking back, he'd wasted so much time peeping cams. No more stakeouts when needed.
But how much? Varies by value? He'll see when missions hit. Useful for dragging searches.
Ah, gym time. Hacking Tool let him slack on the job, but he keeps the gym routine. Jobless days, but stamina matters. Learned quick: passion alone won't cut it with women.
At the gym, treadmill humming, his phone buzzes. Next mission? Nah, KakaoTalk from Lee Jeong-su.
Lee Jeong-su: Yo, whatcha doing? Drinks tonight?
Not thrilled. Barely a friend anymore.
Later.
He brushes off, but the guy nags: Is this manly loyalty? to Won't see you again? Pushed to meet downtown at a swanky pub with others.
Inside, not a 4-top but 6-top table. They're waiting.
"Yo, here! Why dodge when you're coming?"
"Slacker on break, late ass."
"Sit. Beer ordered."
Lee Jeong-su, Kim Ho-jeong, Sa Dong-hyeok. Of college buds, Jeong-su's the top dog. Handsome enough, C-student like him, but gold-plated. Dad's high gov official; he's lining up there. Resume over GPA, connections seal it.
"Studying? Nah, play now!" Freshman excuses for slacking. All bullshit—he knew his rail was set, fooling everyone.
His growing arrogance confirms it.
"Whatcha up to? Dating?"
Blackmailing girls. Brushes off.
"Eh... jobbing, chilling."
"Lame. On break? Go wild, chase girls."
"Why girls? You got one?"
Grins like he bit.
"Coming tonight. Surprise, hid it."
"Real? Sneaky bastard."
"She's shy, dragged her. Play nice."
"Three dudes? Intimidating."
Dong-hyeok chimes. Pretty girl? Dad's clout probably. Picks at peanuts.
Soon, flashy co-ed scans the pub.
"Here!"
"Oh, there."
Jeong-su waves; she waves manic, approaches demurely.
"Hi everyone~"
"H-hi."
"......Hi."
"Y-yes, hi—"
Mindless peanut-munching, he snaps head up unnaturally.
Fuck! Why's that bitch here?!
Years later, crystal clear: Yoon Mi-na. 24, same age. Pure allure that shakes guys. Long straight hair, neat brows like salon-fresh. Gold necklace, pearl studs—perfect fit, no overkill. Makeup: effortless.
...Old news. Queenka from day one. SNS followers insane for a normie.
One past he wants erased.
"Yo, someone's here, why face the wall?"
"W-wait."
Chicken-twist neck 120 degrees; Jeong-su asks.
"Look here."
"W-wait. Thinking."
"Look. Look, damn it... heh."
"......?"
Giggling. Ominous. Slowly turns; Jeong-su grins. Spreads to Mi-na.
Just them smirking; others clueless. Jeong-su booms fake-heartily.
"We know. Heard it all. Confessed to Mi-na back then, got dumped?"
Gulp. Dry swallow. Worst secret aired before friends—in a packed pub, by her BF.
Others: "R-real?!" "Whoa, epic."
Ears ring; reality fades. Temple throbs. Flashback spins.
Flashback ends; reality sharpens. Jeong-su laughs like brutal warlord.
"It's cool, man. Happens. But your black history? Hilarious. Heh..."
No confessions allowed? Chews him mentally; Mi-na chides.
"Told you not to say..."
"You spilled first. 'Chae Seon-woo' triggered it."
"Impactful then... Sorry. Bald head intense?"
"Y-yeah... Sorry for confessing."
"No! I rejected you—sorry!"
Fake concern, salt in wound. She blabbed; image-polishing irks.
Why confess to this psycho? Regret again.
Worst reunion, worst topic. Leave? She sits opposite.
"Anyway."
"Yeah."
"How'd you reject him?"
"...Drop it."
"Just curious. How'd you shake Seon-woo?"
"Said... boyfriend."
"No BF then? Brutal. Heh."
"Shh, loud. No laughing..."
Her teeth flash slyly. Topic drags; can't lift head.
Yeah. Not friends, but roast session. Avoided solo; planned this—tease, brag, bullshit.
Naive past self. Jeong-su's this guy; Mi-na no pure angel.
They cozy; arm 'round her. Dating awhile.
"Shot that clothing ad?"
"Yeah, just did. Online mall."
"Whoa, celeb/model next?"
"Overkill... Small shop, low pay/PR."
"SNS gigs for pocket cash? Go influencer. You're the goddess."
"Don't wanna sell face blatant."
Prude act, but beams at BF's hype. Show-off sesh too.
Fuck this.
Bang! Peanuts scatter, beer sloshes. Pent-up snaps; kicks floor.
Gazes lock; reason returns.
"S-sorry. Off day. Leaving cash."
"W-wait, leaving?"
Drops 50k bill—over for beer/nuts, but bolts.
"Yo! Real?!"
Others fluster; ignores, exits with bell jingle.
Cool exit? Tension crashes; hits pub restroom.
Pisses alone, washes at mirror—rage boils late.
Damn... 50k too much?
One spite, big spend. Hacking Tool drained 10 mil; reckless.
Them feasting on it? Fumes.
Ding!
Grinding teeth; phone alert. Checks... jackpot. God's on his side.
Blackmail college goddess/SNS star Yoon Mi-na into sex or blowjob
🎁 Reward: 1 million won + Hacking skill update
Save your number in Yoon Mi-na's phone
🎁 Extra Reward: 500k won
Direct hit on Mi-na. God's grace? Or BJ fatigue? Targets now include SNS stars.
Grateful push, but SNS differs—daunting.
Pacing restroom, recalls.
Black Market... let's try. Perfect timing.
Opens; target's set—Yoon Mi-na's profile pops.
Age: 24, □□ University student
Job: College student, SNS star
BF: Lee Jeong-su
Phone: (Unlock: 100k won)
Dev Status: ???
Desc: Innocent beauty who's sailed smooth on looks
Weakness/Secret: (Unlock: 1 mil won)
Touch to reveal. Phone 100k, weakness 1 mil. Phone doable cheap; worth it.
Could snag via Jeong-su, but cuts ties. Mission screams smash his smug—fuck his girl.
Calmed post-piss? Pub humiliation shakes fists. But 1.1 mil total? Steep.
Whatever—mission + sub clears it. All in!
Impulsive taps; phone pops instant, weakness loads—a photo.
Zooms; eyes bug.
...What the fuck is this slut doing?
Hotel room backdrop. Orgy: nude woman ringed by rough pompadour, two-block, pierced thugs.
Her? Yoon Mi-na. Dimple smile loaded, on all fours willingly. V-sign peace flashes.