3. Emotion Expression

They say the world changes after you awaken, and sure enough, my life had noticeably transformed since then.

First off, I stopped bothering with pointless assignments. Hell, I barely went to school at all. There was zero reason to grind away at some shitty third-rate university like Myeongcheon after awakening. Of course, I showed up just enough to avoid Fs and getting kicked out. Might as well graduate while I was at it—tuition wasn't cheap.

My LoL rank had climbed to Platinum 1 in the meantime. Me, the eternal Silver scrub, now on the cusp of Diamond. If my teams had been even a bit luckier, I'd have hit it ages ago.

And finally, "Ugh, Eun-byeol, I'm cumming!"

Peeping on the body of convenience store part-time goddess So Eun-byeol and jerking off every day had been added to my routine. Whenever I spotted some other hot chick, I'd sneak a Diorama peek and beat my meat to her too.

"Hoo."

Five rounds today, as usual. Maybe I should buy an onahole. Getting hand cramp from jerking every time was getting old. Though shelling out cash for one felt like a rip-off. I'd just steal one later.

I could spend SP to pull objects from beyond the Diorama straight into my room. Whenever I wanted to use an onahole, I'd swipe one from a nearby adult shop.

While I'm at it, time to mess with that pig bastard.

I flopped onto my bed and shifted the Diorama view to the convenience store.

The pig was staring at the counter.

Fucking no-tits loser.

The fat fuck who couldn't even glimpse Eun-byeol's tits but still creeped on her daily. Time to screw with him again.

I reached out and grabbed a cola from the display shelf.

I spent the SP to interfere with the Diorama and yanked the cola from the shelf straight to my place.

"Heh heh heh."

He'd have to cover the inventory shortage out of his own pocket. I took one from the back of the shelf, so no CCTV footage. The guy would feel like lightning struck out of nowhere.

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Time to steal some cash too.

I manipulated the Diorama toward the counter.

I grabbed a wad of 10,000-won bills and pulled them over. Less SP than the cola—probably because of the lower mass.

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"Fucking cheat code."

Rough count: about 80,000 won. Enough for a chicken dinner.

Repeat this a few times, and the pig would quit for sure. A little party that day, then.

Mana patterns might get detected, but...

No way they'd call the cops over less than 100,000 won.

From the store owner's perspective, making the pig pay up was easier than dealing with police hassle. Odds of a report were near zero. Even if they did, no mana forensics team for pocket change. Still, I'd keep it light to avoid drawing heat. 100k would hit a no-tits creep hard enough.

"Yawn. Time for bed."

Jerked off, punished the creep. Ready to crash?

I didn't need sleep post-awakening—no fatigue—but old habits from my normie days lingered. Bedtime hit, and I felt sleepy anyway. Passed out naked, post-nut, no panties.

"Fucking hate going to school."

Just skip? I rolled around on the bed.

Did I really need school now that I was awakened? I'd planned to graduate for the tuition's sake, but after a week, even that motivation vanished.

"Status window."

Lecture time approached, but my body refused to move. I lay there like a corpse and opened my status.

Decent SP pile-up. Gacha time?

I'd blown some peeking tits and swiping stuff, but still over 2,500. School was a no-go anyway—might as well roll and crash again.

Let's pull an Authority.

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Authorities only worked in my room, unlike skills, but they crushed most skills in power. 1,000 SP was pocket change.

Please, something good.

Diorama-level or even half would be god-tier.

Lame. Mood crashed hard.

Skill gacha gave me F-rank last time, now Authorities screwed me too. Why was my luck trash?

Fuck, why take SP just to talk?

Worse, it ate SP for basic chat. Pissed me off. But hey, test the thing I paid for.

Checked Eun-byeol's place via Diorama—empty, already at school. Needed another test subject.

Scanned the street for hot chicks. Spotted a high school girl smoking by the school wall. Myeongcheon University High affiliate, judging by the uniform. Slutty fit screamed not your average girl.

Greeted her with a panty peek first. Slutty looks, but basic panties.

"Pussy stab."

I jabbed my finger at the slut high schooler's pussy.

Sploosh.

"Kyaaack!!"

Normally my finger would've phased through, but I spent SP to materialize it mid-stab. In and out in under 0.1 seconds, but pussy-stab delivered. The slut staggered, clutching her crotch and scanning around.

"W-what the fuck...?"

No one nearby. She lifted her skirt for a quick pussy check.

I savored the view of her fresh high school pussy. Trimmed pubes—nice touch.

Lucky me.

She frowned, tilted her head—probably chalking it up to imagination—then leaned back against the wall, smoking and scrolling her phone.

Enough pranks. Time to test Message.

Activated Message authority.

What the hell? Points for messages were insane.

Was gonna whisper sex shit in the slut's ear, but costs were mom-killing. "Pussy" alone would've cost 20k.

No way I'd burn 20k to troll her.

Emotion Expression it is.

Cheap at 10 SP, and once every 10 minutes? Like a LoL chat ban. Fine.

Fired an Emotion Expression at the slut high schooler.

Nickname, huh. Needed something beyond my name or Bedroom Constellation.

Fantasy novels had shit like "Prisoner of the Long-Awaited Child" or "Lord of Lightning." Real constellations went abstract like "Star-Devourer."

Needed one? Brainstormed cool names—nothing. Improv time. Could change free later anyway. Not like some game ripping 3k off for a rename.

Random bullshit, then Emotion spam.

"W-what?!"

"Kekekeke."

Like this? She jolted at the system voice, whipping her head around.

Spam more.

"Which crazy fucker is this?!"

She panicked at first, then flushed red, assuming a prank, and started yelling. Head swiveling to spot the sender.

But she couldn't see me through the Diorama. Though I had prime panty view.

"F-fuck this shit!"

Kept spamming. She freaked, bolted while flailing.

I tailed her via Diorama, relentless. She took 100 Emotion Expressions that day.