The Status Window Has Been Activated
I came to my senses lying on my own bed.
My memories had been cut off like a snapped thread.
It was a relief, in a way, but somewhere inside me I felt a faint disappointment.
I had swallowed that untested pill with a grand, dramatic resolve...
Now all I had left were the dull ache of a hangover and a lingering dizziness.
What a joke that I had been so sure something would change.
Heh heh heh... I’m the idiot for believing something that ridiculous.
To wash away the sticky feeling on my skin and the scent of last night’s alcohol, I staggered toward the bathroom.
I turned on the warm water and stood there staring blankly at the wall as I let it drench me.
I squirted body wash onto my palm and rubbed it over my face, neck, chest, and abdomen without thinking.
My eyes closed on habit, and I let my hand slip down.
Except...
The sensation in my palm was nothing like it had ever been before.
Something... big... long... and unmistakably heavy.
Eh?
I opened my eyes and looked down.
“......”
I couldn’t make a sound.
My breath caught in my throat.
Where there had once been something familiar and precious that had belonged to me my whole life, there now hung something completely alien, the size of a wild stallion or something straight out of a myth.
Yeon-woo blinked.
Once. Twice. He reached out and carefully touched it, as if to confirm it was real.
It was warm and firm, the body heat of living flesh.
It was his own skin.
It was his own...
His cock.
“Uwaaaah?!”
A scream of pure horror echoed through the bathroom.
He turned to the mirror and stared at his reflection.
Side view, then front, then looking down.
The scene in the glass was so surreal that laughter rose in his throat.
What the hell is this? That... is it really my thing?
He lifted the enormous new appendage.
It was impossibly heavy and massive.
He wasn’t even aroused yet, yet simply standing there it commanded absolute presence.
In that instant, a memory from last night flashed through his mind.
“This could change your future.”
Is this it? Is this the real reason?
Shock and disbelief collided with a tiny spark of hope and anticipation inside his dark chest.
He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, at his new weapon.
And slowly, a grin spread across his face.
“Ha... haha...”
A quiet laugh escaped him.
This... this is insane, right?
He squeezed the massive thing a little harder.
But... what can I even do with it? Can one thing really change my entire future?
His face flushed hot.
Yeon-woo prepared to head out, driven by a desire to show off his changed body to the world.
He told himself it was pointless to hide at home after the pain of the breakup—nothing would change, anyway.
He slipped on his usual jeans.
The fabric felt stretched tight, and the sheer bulk was undeniable.
A faint flush crept up his neck as he noticed the obvious outline beneath the denim, but he couldn’t help feeling a surge of pride.
He stepped into the quiet café he visited often near his house.
The familiar male owner nodded with a smile and set down the Americano he always ordered without a word.
The place was tucked away, so mornings were almost empty.
Today, only the owner and Yeon-woo were in the shop.
Yeon-woo sat by the window, cradling the warm cup in both hands and lost in thought.
Even if the thing got bigger... I still need to use it, or it’s all for nothing...
Just the thought made his chest throb, but reality pushed in right behind it.
Who? How? He was still the average guy who’d been dumped by his first girlfriend.
Like a beginner warrior holding a flashy weapon but too flustered to swing it.
Sigh... this sucks. I got this and still nowhere to use it...
At that moment, the door opened and a bright voice rang out.
“Welcome! Sir!”
He looked up to see a woman stepping inside.
She wore a thick cream-colored long down jacket.
Without hesitation she walked behind the counter, shed the jacket, and tied on an apron.
She was about 163 cm, petite.
Her slim waist made her silhouette look even more delicate, but within that slender frame her chest had a generous, soft volume.
The soft line of her blouse flowed from her breasts down to hug her waist and then continued into her skirt, which clung in a way that suggested long, toned legs.
Her hair brushed her shoulders, impossibly soft, and the glimpse of her white nape whenever she moved only heightened her innocent charm.
Eh? The part-timer changed? But... she’s way too pretty...
Yeon-woo’s gaze naturally drifted toward her.
When she smiled, her eyes curved like crescents—cute in the most attractive way.
Pretty... no, actually, really cute.
He couldn’t look away.
In that instant, at the edge of his vision, a translucent blue status window materialized around the new part-timer, hovering like a game interface.
[STATUS WINDOW ACTIVATED]
[TARGET INFORMATION]
EMOTION VALUE: 5 [AUTO]
NAME: ???
AGE: ???
OCCUPATION: ???
ISSUE: ???
Eh?!
Yeon-woo’s eyes widened, and he shook his head.
Hallucination? Too much coffee?
But the window stayed perfectly steady above the girl’s head.
The number 5 glowed softly.
He was captivated more by intense curiosity than shock.
After the body change, another change to his vision? Had that pill really changed something?
So this was it? My real power?
Yeon-woo quickly turned the thought over in his mind.
Good. This status window... I’ve seen it in countless webtoons and novels. So I can probably manipulate it...
Right then the café owner spoke to the part-timer.
“I’ll be back in a minute. I need to grab something from the store.”
“Yes! Sir! I’ll be here.”
The door opened and the owner stepped out.
Now only Yeon-woo and the girl remained in the shop.
Perfect. This is the best test environment I could ask for.
Yeon-woo steadied his breathing and focused on the floating window.
He thought about it like playing a game—logically.
Everything except the emotion value was question marks.
That had to be the key.
Since it was on [AUTO], maybe he could switch to [MANUAL].
How? Probably... with thought?
He mentally manipulated the window.
I want to manipulate the emotion value.
[SYSTEM RECOGNIZED.]
[Switch to manual control mode?]
[YES / NO]
Yeon-woo held his breath.
The letters in front of him were crystal clear.
He shouted in his mind.
YES!
[Manual mode activated. Enter desired value.]
First... I need to test the limits of this power.
MAX. Maximum.
[Set to 100 (MAX)?]
[YES / NO]
YES.
[Value confirmed.]
[Confirm execution?]
Execute.
[EXECUTING...]
[Target’s emotional state set to rise steadily.]
[Current increase rate: 1 point per minute]
The number 3 hovering above the part-timer’s head flickered and slowly began to climb.
4... 5... 6... 7... steadily, mechanically exact, the digits changed.
Yeon-woo lifted his coffee cup and kept his eyes locked on her, pretending to sip.
In his vision he saw her and the number above her head, climbing higher and higher.
She noticed him staring and occasionally glanced toward the window at the seat where he sat.
8... 9... 10...
[EMOTION VALUE REACHED 10.]
When she looked his way again, their eyes met.
Unlike before, this time her gaze trembled slightly.
She blinked and quickly looked away, but her cheeks flushed a clear, beautiful pink.
Yeon-woo’s lips curved into a smile.
As the emotion value rises, something is changing. The emotion value... I can feel it.
The numbers kept climbing.
11, 12, 13... 30... 31... 32...
The higher they climbed, the more obvious the subtle shifts in her behavior became.
Yeon-woo stood up and walked to the counter under the pretense of refilling his coffee.
When he stopped in front of her, she startled, then quickly brightened into a smile.
“W-what can I get for you?”
“Coffee refill... please?”
Yeon-woo said.
“Yes, yes! Just a moment!”
Her voice had risen a little higher than usual.
When she handed him the mug, her fingers brushed his for a moment.
A normal touch, yet she yanked her hand away so fast it was obvious.
Her cheeks burned even brighter.
[PHYSICAL CONTACT DETECTED. BASIC INFORMATION LOCKED.]
[NAME AND AGE DISPLAYED.]
[TARGET INFORMATION]
EMOTION VALUE: 35 [MANUAL]
NAME: Kang Hye-na
AGE: 22
OCCUPATION: ???
ISSUE: ???
Yeon-woo cheered inwardly.
Good. This really is like a game... there’s definitely something here.
Her number continued to climb.
56... 57... 78... 79... 80...
[EMOTION STATE REACHED 80.]
What... she’s rubbing her legs together like crazy. She’s really... excited?
Yeon-woo watched her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
She suddenly froze, coffee pot still in her hand, and her whole body began to tremble.
She slid her hand between her thighs.
“Haaah!!!!”
She cried out without realizing it.
And the two of them locked eyes.