A Real Stud Appears in the Estrogen-Filled Bar ♡

Three days had already passed since I recorded Lee Jiun’s secret masturbation show—the kind of footage that would serve as prime fap material for the rest of my life.

On the very first day, right after stealing a glance at that shocking scene, I immediately contacted the store manager.

Thanks to my usual diligent work ethic, getting time off was easy. Once the shackles of the convenience store were removed, I did only one thing.

“One-fifty… Hngh—clap. One-fifty-one—hik—clap. Hoo—clap. Hah… hah…”

For three full days, I devoted myself entirely to rigorous self-management.

Push-ups, pull-ups, ab sliders, dips, squats, stairmaster from hell… I lifted like a madman, ran, rolled, and force-fed myself protein. Thanks to the ridiculous efficiency of Alpha Frame, muscle packed onto my body in real time. Even the kind of soreness that would normally leave an ordinary person bedridden for a week vanished cleanly after a short rest. Insane efficiency. Ten times better than the One Punch Man training method.

I even begrudged the time spent sleeping, pouring every wasted moment of my past life into training. And so, after just three days, my body had transformed into something completely different.

Shoulders wide enough to fill a mirror, thick traps sloping powerfully on either side. Below them, rock-solid pecs that heaved savagely with every breath. Where a soft belly had once jiggled, armor-like abs now sat like a washboard. And most importantly, these weren’t just big, puffy balloon muscles. This was the kind of body that made even other men mutter “Whoa, bro…” under their breath. Every muscle sat in perfect, aesthetically pleasing proportion. The overall balance and silhouette were flawless. A body that could only be described as pure, unadulterated male.

The man staring back at me in the mirror right now was exactly that.

There was only one reason I had pushed myself this hard: to become a perfect alpha male and conquer Lee Jiun.

Of course, the masturbation video I had recorded three days ago was shocking enough to use as solid blackmail material. But Lee Jiun’s personality was the problem. She might act prickly, but the more I learned about Kim Minji, the more I realized how innocent and careless she could be. If I had threatened her from the start instead of suggesting it nicely, she probably would have folded. “But not this one.”

Lee Jiun was the real deal. A genuinely haughty, queen-like woman. If I tried to blackmail her with that video, she seemed like the type who would go down swinging, the “if I die, you die too” kind. “Self-destruct buttons are a hard no.”

In short, the core of my plan was this: how could I reverse our power dynamic while ensuring Lee Jiun could never leak our video? After thinking it over, there was only one answer. I had to become an alpha male and completely subdue her.

First, I would satisfy her both physically and mentally, creating a win-win relationship. Then, slowly—but ultimately—I would bend her so thoroughly she could never rebel again.

But…

“Even so, it still feels a little lacking…”

My body was definitely good. If I went to a swimming pool, every woman there would stare holes through me. “If only I could grow a few more centimeters and get a bit more plastic surgery…”

Lee Jiun was fundamentally drawn to women. And women with that tendency usually had extremely high standards when it came to men. So if I wanted to conquer her as a male, I would need to be more than just any alpha. The feeling was unmistakable.

To be honest, compared to my old self, this was already a complete transformation. Still, human greed knows no bounds. Once you experience a body that keeps improving in real time, the desire only grows. I finally understood why women became addicted to plastic surgery.

“…Maybe I shouldn’t have bought it on impulse.”

With a bitter sigh, I checked my skill window.

A 1500 DP passive skill. Because I had impulsively purchased it, I was left with exactly 500 DP—the entirety of my savings, including every last point I had scraped together from daily check-ins. If I wanted to increase my height and get more surgery, I desperately needed more DP.

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, still racking my brain, my phone began vibrating violently on the living room floor. A message had arrived from an unsaved number.

Oh, I remembered her. Come to think of it, I had given her my number during that confession attack. The woman in the hole-covered clothes.

The phone rang the instant I recalled her face. I answered without thinking, only then realizing I hadn’t fully processed the message yet.

“Uh… hello?”

“Oppa? What are you doing right now?”

The voice coming through the receiver carried a slight drunken lilt and a strange excitement. She must have gotten impatient waiting for my reply and called immediately.

“Right now? I’m working out at home.”

“Perfect. You know The Merry Pub, right? I’m drinking with my friends right now… and your name came up. Can you come out for a bit?”

An event I had never once experienced in my life—an invitation to a woman’s drinking party. And since she said she was with her friends, I would be the only guy there. The lone male in a sea of women.

“……”

Honestly, it was incredibly nerve-wracking. Suddenly the catchphrase from that boy detective manga popped into my head. My body may have shrunk, but my brain is the same! In my case it was the opposite. My body had grown, but my loser aura remained perfectly intact…!

There was a reason I was so nervous. The Merry Pub was one of the hottest spots in the area. Incredibly atmospheric, perfect for photos, fusion Western food, fun events, stylish interior, and photo zones. As a result, it was always packed with nothing but women. A bar positively overflowing with feminine energy.

“Are you coming or not? Please come~”

Her voice suddenly turned aegyo-heavy. From the message and the tone, I could tell. She wanted to prove to her friends that she had a male friend… or more precisely, that she had a hot male friend.

After a brief moment of hesitation, I made my decision.

“I’ll come. It’s close, so I should be there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Yay~ Confirmed! Hurry~!”

Click.

“Hoo… Fine. Let’s give it a shot!”

I steeled myself and began preparing to go out. Despite the loser spirit engraved in my soul, there was a clear reason I accepted this invitation.

“Hmm…”

I observed myself in the full-length ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mirror with completely objective eyes. Me? Honestly, I look insanely handsome now. My body? One glance and it’s obvious it’s killer.

“At this level… it might actually work?”

Since I wouldn’t be seeing Kim Minji for a while, there was no immediate source of DP. I needed to find a new vein. And this could very well be an opportunity that had rolled right to my feet.

So I set out to mine DP from Choi Yura—a woman I had barely even spoken to properly before.

*

The Merry Pub. A massive bar at the center of the bustling downtown area, radiating the brightest lights. The moment I stood at its entrance, my heart began pounding violently. I took a deep breath and gave my reflection in the glass one final check.

I wasn’t dressed up that much. Just jeans and a white muscle-fit t-shirt tucked in—extremely simple. Not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a single luxury logo in sight. But fashion is completed by the face and body anyway.

Arms that looked ready to burst and a wide back forged through three days of grueling effort. The majestic silhouette of my pecs clearly visible even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠through the t-shirt. 180 centimeters of height thanks to the elevator insoles. Perfect hair, natural light makeup, and a subtle cologne. And above all else—

With this much preparation, it should be possible.

“Alright—let’s do this!”

Ding-a-ling.

The moment I opened the door, a heavy bass thumped through my chest, accompanied by an unidentifiable, thick heat that washed over me.

“Welco—… Uh… Welcome!”

The female part-timer who had been greeting customers—a woman who looked to be in her early twenties—stuttered. In the next instant, the noisy atmosphere at the entrance of the pub cooled as if someone had dumped ice water over it.

“…Eh?”

All eyes poured toward the entrance. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stood there stupidly under the weight of those stares until the employee, face flushed, approached a moment later.

“Um… are you… alone? Shall I… show you to a seat?”

“No, I have company…”

The moment I opened my mouth, someone jumped up from a table in the center of the room.

“He’s with us! Oppa—over here~!”

It was Choi Yura. Conscious of the surrounding gazes, she waved at me with a slightly embarrassed tone.

“Ah… so you were with someone…”

The employee looked back and forth between me and Choi Yura with clear regret in her eyes, then pouted and scurried back toward the kitchen. I walked toward the table where Choi Yura sat. The table was unfortunately positioned right in the center of the pub—the focal point of every woman’s gaze.

As rumor had it, the place was packed exclusively with female customers. Every time I passed through the narrow aisle, women who had pulled their chairs back hurriedly made way.

“Excuse me. Just passing through.”

After I passed two tables while speaking in a low, polite voice, I heard quiet whispering behind me.

The reactions were intense. I turned my head slightly and scanned the interior of the pub. The women whose eyes met mine reacted in one of two ways: they either hurriedly looked away or, conversely, rested their chins on their hands with provocative expressions and stared openly. The gazes were so blatant that anyone could see them.

Even someone who had lived as a loser his entire life couldn’t miss a reaction this obvious. I was definitely being devoured right now.

After swimming through that thick sea of stares, I finally reached Choi Yura’s table.

“Sit, sit!”

The moment I arrived, Choi Yura grabbed my wrist and pulled me down beside her. Across from us sat two of her friends. The girl with glasses was touching up her makeup using a compact mirror, while the girl with long straight hair stared at me with her lips slightly parted.

Both Choi Yura and her friends were dressed casually, suggesting they had truly come just to drink among themselves. The glasses girl put down her mirror and immediately scolded Choi Yura.

“Yah, yah! Choi Yura… you should’ve told us you were bringing a male friend…!”

“What~? You guys were the ones telling me to call a guy friend. So I did. What’s the problem?”

“W-well, that’s true, but still…”

The glasses girl glanced at me nervously. Hmm, how should I put it… this situation was suddenly becoming fun. I leaned my upper body slightly forward over the table, deliberately bringing my face close, and looked straight into her eyes with the gentle, handsome expression I had practiced so hard, along with a relaxed, deep gaze.

“Ah. I’m sorry. You were all having a good time with Yura and I barged in without reading the room. If it’s uncomfortable…”

The moment our eyes met up close, the glasses girl looked around in a panic, not knowing what to do. The long-haired friend beside her quickly waved her hands.

“No, not at all! Uncomfortable my ass! Yah, you crazy bitch! He came all the way here because we asked and you’re saying that? You wanna die?”

“S-sorry…”

“Ahem. Sorry, she’s a bit slow… Oh, we haven’t even introduced ourselves. I’m Hyejung, Yura’s friend. Wow… oppa, do you work out like a maniac? Your body is insane…”

I see. At this point, I finally understood the feeling. So this is the treatment alpha males receive as naturally as breathing? The entire atmosphere the women gave off was different. It felt like no matter what I did or said here, they would accept everything without question.

At that moment, I felt something soft and squishy press against my right shoulder and upper arm. It was Choi Yura.

“We’re drinking until we die tonight. Sound good? Since you came late, we’ll pay for everything, oppa.”

Looking extremely excited, as if showing off to her friends, Choi Yura linked her arm with mine and pressed her body tightly against me. With her other hand, she began subtly stroking my thigh.

“Sure. Sounds fun. Carpe diem, right?”

“Oppa, your way of talking is so funny lololol You sound like an otaku lololol”

“Wow, he even uses fancy words. Handsome, great body, and smart too?”

“Ugh, enough. Stop paying attention to my oppa and order more drinks!”

The three of them laughed and chattered noisily among themselves. At that exact moment, a system message pierced into my mind.

Obviously Y, you idiot. I’d been saving these 500 DP just for this.

Flash—!

Red tags floated up one after another above Choi Yura’s head.

“……”

The moment I saw the tags, I lifted my glass to hide the smile that spread across my face without my permission. Main tag: fellatio. Sub tags: deepthroat and gokkun…? I had heard stories about women like this. Women who were literally, genuinely obsessed with cock itself.

Choi Yura pressed even closer. Feeling her soft, plush breasts against my arm, I cheered inwardly.

‘Looks like I’ve…’

Found an inexhaustible DP mining vein.