Why~? Getting Horny Now That I'm an Alpha Male?♡

The night passed in a far more chaotic frenzy than usual. Especially the mess Kim Minji had made. The puddle of her juices on the warehouse floor was easy enough to wipe up. But the sprays she'd unleashed inside the refrigerator were a nightmare to clean.

I had to pull out every single drink, scrub the shelves, and put them all back. My back was screaming by the end of it. I was hunched over like some construction worker instead of a convenience store night shifter when—

ding-a-ling—

The moment the clock hit seven, the day-shift part-timer appeared right on schedule.

"Whoa, boss? What are you cleaning so hard for? Hey, hey—put that down! Your shift's over, man."

Lee Dohyeon. Twenty-one. Bright, guileless eyes without double eyelids. A total puppy-face with an overwhelmingly likable vibe. He called everyone "hyung" or "noona" with that cheerful politeness, so both customers and the store owner loved him. Even Kim Minji seemed to like the kid.

"Oh, you're here? Yeah… had a bit of an incident last night."

"Troublemakers again? Ugh, shit—don't tell me it was those makgeolli duo assholes?"

Dohyeon laughed like he'd already guessed. I decided to let him think whatever he wanted. After a quick handover, we stepped outside.

Under the parasol in front of the store. The sacred cigarette break before every shift change. I lit up.

shhhk—whooo—

"Huh? Hyung, have you been working out lately?"

We'd been trading the usual dumb small ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠talk when Dohyeon suddenly reached out and squeezed my arm. Right before his hand made contact, I casually flexed—hard.

"Ahem. Yeah, I've been hitting the gym. Just some basic lifting and a little diet control?"

"Ooh— no wonder your clothes fit totally different now… Whoa, wait. Up close you actually look… handsomer?"

Dohyeon kept poking and prodding at me, getting more and more excited. I felt a little smug. Heh, you noticed, huh?

Still, the kid had zero malice. Even back when I was a pathetic loser, he was the only one who treated me like a proper hyung instead of a failure. If I make it big later, I should at least buy him a meal. Nothing fancy—maybe some beef bone soup. But I didn't have time to chat.

Sorry, kid. Right now, time is literally money. No exaggeration. Every single second counted.

"Take care. I'm out."

"See you, hyung!"

I jogged home feeling lighter than air. The distance was only about ten minutes. Hup, hup. Light jogging while breathing in the morning air. The stale feeling from working all night got blasted away by the fresh breeze.

vrrrr—

I got home, dropped onto the living room floor, pulled out my phone, and immediately opened the settlement history.

"Holy shit."

I couldn't stop grinning. Probably because I'd stacked so many tags—the evaluation had come back as Epic. Four hundred percent bonus DP. On top of that, I'd earned extra from Kim Minji's constant contempt the whole time.

"With this much… I can finally buy everything I couldn't afford last time."

I immediately entered the shop tab and selected Mirror of Narcissus. I'd already spent 2,400 DP on the previous round, so my base appearance was now decent. But that was still just "average guy" territory.

To become a true alpha male—a predator—I needed something far more overwhelming.

"Skin's decent now. Height could use a little more… Face definitely needs work…"

But the one option that kept stealing my attention every time I opened the menu was—

"…Talk about blunt."

I'd originally planned to dump everything into height and face. Fifteen hundred DP for dick upgrades felt excessive. Besides, I was already pretty big down there… heh.

But then I remembered the sticky way Kim Minji had stared at my crotch behind the counter. That strange, heated look in her eyes.

"Fuck it. Buying it."

It felt like something I'd need very soon. Call it instinct. Vigorous Body added to cart.

After that purchase, I had 1,800 DP left. While I was at it, I checked out the other eye-catching options.

At first glance it looked expensive for what it did. Efficiency increase didn't give immediate results. But my gut was screaming at me. This was probably an insane passive that would explode depending on how hard I worked.

I grabbed it without hesitation. With the remaining 600 DP, I dumped it straight into Facial Contouring & Plastic Surgery.

Ziiing—

A burst of light from the smartphone enveloped my body. It was still a little scary. At first the Pandora App had only worked within the phone. But lately it seemed to be interfering more and more with reality—messages appearing directly in my head, tags floating before my eyes.

Before I could think too much about it, the familiar drowsy feeling washed over me.

*

"Haaah…!"

When I opened my eyes, several hours had passed. I tried to jump up for a miracle morning, but something down below felt extremely uncomfortable.

I looked down while still lying down.

Something else had jumped up.

A massive central pillar standing perfectly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠erect like a triangular tent. Just looking at it gave off an overwhelming sense of weight. I lifted the waistband of my underwear slightly.

shhhk.

"Holy shiiiiiiit!"

What was inside my underwear was a monster. Veins bulging like ropes, a length that wouldn't fit in one hand, and a glans so red it looked angry. This wasn't a cock anymore—it was a murder weapon.

I checked my phone while still reeling from the changes downstairs. All three procedures had succeeded again. Lucky.

"Hiyoooo—!"

Letting out a monkey-like shriek, I dashed to the mirror. Inside it stood a man noticeably more handsome than yesterday. At this point, calling him a cool guy wouldn't be easy to argue with.

After staring at myself in the mirror for a long time, a sudden pang of guilt hit me.

"Hmm."

Did I really deserve all of this? Without any effort, just because I'd won the lottery that was this app?

"…Who says I don't?"

Even as I said it, I knew I had to change. The transformation from the app was ultimately just luck—a miracle. What came in an instant could disappear in an instant. So I needed to change from the root.

Luckily, my convenience store schedule gave me three full days off starting today. I decided to be completely reborn over those three days. Body and mind both.

"Strike while the iron is hot."

I immediately dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups. Intense exercise I'd never done in my life. The effect of the Alpha Frame was immediately obvious. Every time I lowered and pushed back up, my chest muscles felt like they were tearing apart in the best way. Fifty-two! Fifty-three…!

After passing fifty, sweat poured off me like rain. The droplets hitting the floor filled me with strange ecstasy. That sense of fulfillment after working out—something I'd never felt before.

I followed it up with sit-ups and squats, then headed straight for the bathroom. Showers used to be a quick rub with cucumber soap and a rinse. Today was different.

I used body scrub from behind my ears to between my toes. I even meticulously washed my newly monstrous equipment.

pssh—

I applied shaving foam to my chin and moved the razor with care. After a final cold rinse from head to toe, I experienced what alpha males called an ice-cold shower. My mind felt completely clear. My balls shrank obediently.

ding-dong—

When I dried off and came out to the living room, the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone. Then I remembered the mountain of packages I'd ordered a few days ago.

Sure enough, boxes were piled up like a fortress—Musinsa, Olive Young, Coupang, and more. Organizing everything took nearly two hours.

After that, I sat down at the computer. On the monitor were videos from male beauty YouTubers I'd never bothered watching before.

I followed every tip slowly, carefully, and thoroughly. Shaping eyebrows, shading along the jawline, using a hair dryer instead of a round brush for volume, adding wax for texture. Then I put on my new clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

"…Whoa. Is this… me? This is insane…"

A stranger stood in the mirror. I wasn't quite celebrity level yet, but I could easily pass for a popular influencer. And above all, my eyes had changed. No longer the gloomy, timid dead-fish eyes. These were the gleaming eyes of a confident male filled with desire.

"Honestly… I look pretty damn good, don't I?"

The man in the mirror smirked. Not the creepy, self-loathing otaku smile from before, but the refreshing, bright smile typical of handsome guys.

So this was what confidence felt like? The world suddenly seemed a lot easier. I didn't get why everyone complained about how hard life was. Just jerk off, download one app, and boom.

Lol.

"Maybe life really will be easy from now on?"

Seeing visible change gave me motivation. When you could watch your EXP bar fill and your level rise in real time, who wouldn't want to grind?

So for two out of my three days off, I devoted myself entirely to self-management.

*

On the second night of my self-care frenzy, the phone on my desk buzzed. Sometimes you can tell exactly who's calling and what they'll say just from the ringtone. Sure enough, it was a KakaoTalk from Kim Minji.

[Kim Minji: What are you doing?]

Four short syllables. But I could clearly see the anxiety hidden behind them. Actually, I didn't even need to read the content. The important part was that Kim Minji had texted first.

I drank my chicken-breast protein shake and replied leisurely.

[Me: Working out. Why?]

She read it immediately but didn't reply. Of course. From her perspective, asking to film first would be embarrassing. After all, she's still a girl—it's humiliating and hurts her pride.

In that case, to draw out her true feelings smoothly, I should lay out the mat for her.

[Me: Oh, right. About the filming. You've worked hard cooperating all this time. I purposely didn't contact you for two days so you could rest. But we're filming tomorrow. We're both off, so let's meet during the day.]

[Kim Minji: During the day…? Where are we meeting during the day?]

Instant reply this time. Seeing right through her made me grin. Wait—do pretty girls always feel like this when texting guys? Like they're toying with the other person's heart however they want?

Whatever. "She's not refusing—she's actively asking for the location. This is a confirmed win, isn't it?"

Where should we meet? What kind of play should we do? How could I farm the maximum amount of DP?

I'd already decided.

[Me: I'll come to your university tomorrow at 1. We can grab lunch there too. I'm busy so I can't reply anymore, bye.]

I flipped my phone over, ignoring the incoming messages, and picked up the dumbbells again. Thick veins bulged and writhed across my pumped forearms.

*

Even after that message, Minji sent several more KakaoTalks. But there was no reply. With a dumbfounded laugh, she tossed her phone into the corner of the bed.

"Wow, Kim Minji, you're finished. Getting your texts ignored by a pig. Haha, for real lol."

It was ridiculous. Even now her DMs were flooded with handsome guys begging to meet up. Her pride was shredded.

"Fuck, seriously…! Why do I have to text ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠first…! This makes it look like I'm the one who wants it!"

Even as she cursed, her eyes kept darting back to her phone. She didn't want to admit it, but she'd been glued to it all day. That silence for the past two days had made her strangely restless.

Like a magnet, Kim Minji picked up her phone again. This time she didn't open KakaoTalk. She tapped the familiar blue bird icon and opened Twitter.

[Notifications: 99+]

A flood of alerts, and at the very top of her feed, a pinned video.

Herself behind the refrigerator, violently rubbing her nipples against the metal shelf bar. Spraying a fountain of girl-cum between the drink bottles.

The video had already surpassed 100,000 views. The reactions were explosive.

Crude. Filthy. Obscene.

But… that's exactly why it turned her on.

"Haa…"

Kim Minji unconsciously squeezed her thighs together. Every time she read the contempt-filled comments, a sharp thrill shot through her lower belly. Her mind screamed that she should stop, but her body responded with shameless honesty. That contradictory feeling drove her even crazier.

Are you seriously insane, Kim Minji? Get a grip. This is a weakness. This is straight-up blackmail!

She tried to rationalize it and turned off her phone. But her heated body refused to cool down. If anything, the knowledge that she had to film again tomorrow—and the terror and anticipation of not knowing what he'd make her do next—melted her brain with a chaotic mix of imagination and emotion.

Eventually, Kim Minji couldn't take it anymore. She shot up from her seat.

"Fuck…!"

She grabbed her bathrobe and hurried to the bathroom with urgent steps.

psshhhh—

While adjusting the shower temperature and pressure, she muttered to herself.

"Meet at my school during the day?"

squelch♡

"If you actually show up in front of all those people and embarrass me…"

squelch squelch♡

"Contract or not… ngh♡ I'll really report you—!♡"