Custom Upgrade and Gamjatang Gathering
Do you know about steroids? Seo Joo-hwan had written his daily quota in advance during the day, leaving him plenty of time to get ready for his outing.
"Hmm. The outfit from that coord I got last time should work, right?"
He'd gotten a couple of outfit recommendations through a community when he first met Choi Mi-hwa. Rather than trusting his own fashion sense, he stuck faithfully to the suggestions. Straight black jeans, a white tee topped with a brown suede jacket, and plain black sneakers.
"Oh. Don't I look pretty sharp?"
He hadn't even had a drink yet, but staring at his reflection, Seo Joo-hwan was already talking nonsense. He'd lost weight and grown taller, looking decent enough now—but that was just his body. His face had barely escaped the "plain" category.
> With the Pheromone skill, you'll at least hit "handsome" territory...
"Only if the pheromones kick in...?"
> Don't worry. We've got item pulls, right? Something to tweak your looks could pop up.
"...Yeah."
The problem was, he caught every layer of meaning in her careful wording. Still, Seo Joo-hwan psyched himself up, deciding this look wasn't half bad.
"Alright, time to pull today's temp items?"
Ever since his points had some breathing room, he'd been pulling items daily as much as possible. The variety was endless. But not all were useful—sometimes you'd get total duds like Tasty Candy, with zero practical value. Of course, jackpots like Height-Boosting Tonic showed up too.
"Hoping for something good today."
With that earnest wish, he started the item gacha. And soon...
Sex-related strong luck activates!
Item Acquired:Customizable Dick
The jackpot he'd been craving exploded.
"Hell yeah!"
Seo Joo-hwan let out a bizarre cheer, striking a fighting pose. He'd been bummed lately—his height and precious growth had stalled—and boom, exactly what he wanted dropped.
Effect 1: Increase length by 2cm.
Effect 2: Increase girth by 1cm.
Effect 3: Customize glans shape (up to 0.2cm).
Effect 4: Add 10 protrusions (0.2cm diameter each).
※ Only one effect can be applied.
Reading the description, it had way more options than he'd imagined.
"Ah, tough choice."
He'd assumed it'd just lengthen things, but with choices, he hesitated.
"Protrusions are out."
No way he wanted freaky bumps on his precious. Other items or skills handled pleasing women.
"Glans custom? Nah."
He was satisfied with his shape—the curve, the ridge... Jeong So-ra had even called it pretty. No need to mess with perfection.
That left length or girth. He'd been torn between them from the start.
Length or thickness? Not an easy call.
"Decided. Go with 1."
Length shows more visually than girth, he figured, picking the 2cm boost.
"Oh, ooh!"
As soon as he selected it, he felt his precious extend in real time. Did it work on flaccid state too? Even soft, it felt heavier. Original soft mode was 14cm—now 16cm. Nothing to sneeze at.
Dick length reached 15cm.
Achievement: "Industrial Iron Club" — 3,000 LP awarded.
12cm had been Household Bat; now Iron Club. Definitely stepped up.
"Use item."
He popped the next one right away: Height-Boosting Tonic he'd saved. Didn't want sudden growth looking weird, so he'd waited. Just 1cm, barely noticeable... but grains of sand make mountains. He dreamed of 180cm+ someday.
"Time to head out."
For some reason, his mirror self looked sharper now. Confidence was key for guys.
*
"Too early?"
Habit had him out 20 minutes ahead. Hated standing alone at a new spot... shoulda left later.
"Huh? Baek Kang-ho hyung!"
Luckily, he spotted a familiar face outside the gamjatang joint—the meetup spot. Waving, Baek Kang-ho raised his pot-lid hand in greeting.
"You're early."
"Haha, habit."
"Good habit. Gonna smoke one before heading in—you?"
"Ah, me too."
"Smoking area's nearby. Let's go."
"Love how many smoking spots this neighborhood has."
"Best part."
They lit up. Baek Kang-ho exhaled like a sigh.
"Gonna pack on fat after this, huh?"
"Nah, hyung could use some. Not prepping for a comp—too ripped, no human touch."
"Hahaha! Wanted to be Terminator as a kid."
"Haha..."
Joke? He laughed anyway. No point sassing and risking a smack. Baek Kang-ho wouldn't really hit, but his face rivaled any Terminator.
Baek Kang-ho asked, "Joo-hwan, you drink much?"
"Heh. Haven't met anyone who outdrinks me yet."
No brag—just fact. Barely drank with others, so obviously no one better.
Suddenly melancholic, Seo Joo-hwan felt a pang.
"Ho ho, really?"
Baek Kang-ho's eyes gleamed, taking the joke seriously. Grinning like a bandit, he nodded.
"That so? Okay. Got it."
Got what? Seo Joo-hwan tried backpedaling, but Baek Kang-ho was already smirking, locked in.
I'll be fine... right?
He had Hangover Relief Candy. And hey, he actually held his liquor decently.
*
The gamjatang spot turned into a booze fest.
"Hahaha! No fat worries tonight—drink up, Kang-ho!"
"Kahaha! Sounds good, Da-seop hyung."
"Eh? Hyung?"
"Three years older—makes you hyung."
"Hahaha! Right, Kang-ho dongsaeng! Cheers!"
Apparently Baek Kang-ho was a newbie too. Switched gyms two months back, yet here he was, yapping like old pals. Scary face, killer charisma—weird world.
Then self-proclaimed 10-year gym vet Im Mun-seok (3-lift total 540) chimed in.
"Kang-ho, what's your 3-lift?"
Not a challenge—just curiosity. Baek Kang-ho's physique dominated even Ribbon Fitness.
Baek Kang-ho pondered. "Haven't tested lately. Old max was around 600."
"Guh? 600?"
"Ages ago—probably more now. Gonna measure soon."
"Kuh. Don't do it without me? Can't miss the show!"
Seo Joo-hwan sipped quietly, sidelined. Gym rats gonna gym rat—booze snacks were workout talk. Dial it back, guys.
Then a woman beside him offered her glass.
"All workout talk's boring, right?"
"Ah, no. It's fine."
"Truth is, I'm bored. I'm Lee Hye-ri. You're... Seo Joo-hwan, right?"
"You know my name?"
"Overheard Kang-ho mentioning you."
Come to think, he'd seen her chatting with Baek Kang-ho at the gym a few times.
"Close with Kang-ho hyung, huh."
"Huh? Hohoho. Yeah, something like that?"
Eyes widening briefly, then a wink. Tear duct mole under her sly eye—charming. Mid-to-late 20s? Soft tone, kind face, gentle waves—maternal vibe. Not that her overflowing chest meant that. Seo Joo-hwan fought ogling.
What cup is that? E? F?
Biggest he'd ever seen, proudly on display.
Unaware or not, Lee Hye-ri smiled softly, offering her glass.
"First time at these for me too. Let's be friends."
"Sure. I'll say hi first next time."
"Hoho. Remembering that?"
Sipping, her mole made even soft words sensual. Whatever—company was a win. Booze flowed.
*
After heavy drinking, Seo Joo-hwan and Baek Kang-ho stepped out for smokes.
"Phew. Joo-hwan, I'll have another. Head in if you want."
"Nah, wait. Go together."
Figured the routine freak skipped smokes—but nope, hardcore smoker. Started gym to "healthify" booze and cigs? Twisted logic, peak mental gymnastics.
Time for Hangover Relief Candy?
Buzzed from socializing. It sobered you up and delayed drunkenness for 2 hours. Pretending to grab candy from his pocket, he summoned it.
As he peeled the wrapper...
A massive hand snatched it.
"Ooh, craving sweets. Thanks."
"Wha—hyung, that's—!"
Too late—down Baek Kang-ho's hatch.
"Gulp. *Cough cough*. What's up? Swallowed from surprise."
"N-no... nothing."
Seo Joo-hwan shook his head, pouting. Unfair, but couldn't bitch over candy.
Baek Kang-ho looked guilty. "Expensive...? Bro, hyung'll buy a box."
"It's fine. Smoke in my eyes... Need another cig."
Shaking it off, he lit up again.
Smoking, Baek Kang-ho asked casually, "Joo-hwan, you know about steroids?"
Sudden drug talk?