Customized Perfection and Sori's Secrets
The morning after his date, Seonwoo woke up in an unfamiliar motel bed. The spot beside him was empty, but a note from Jiyeong lay on the table.
010-XXXX-XXXX
Had so much fun. Please stop by the cafe again. 💕
Seeing the cute note with its little heart brought back memories of the intense night with Chae Jiyeong. Her voluptuous breasts and sensual curves contrasted with her yearning to be loved.
And that moment when her pussy clenched in response to his filthy words. For the first time, he'd conquered a woman not with money, but purely through his own skills and charm. It filled him with a strange satisfaction.
"Of course, it started with blackmail."
In the old days, guilt would have weighed on him. But now? Seonwoo felt nothing.
Instead, a boiling desire surged—to put even more women under his heel, in even more varied ways. He vaguely sensed his emotions dulling, or his true nature emerging, but he pushed it aside. No way was he giving up this thrill.
Back at his studio apartment, Seonwoo sat down at his computer again. His goal was clear: 10 billion won for a new skill. His seed money had grown to 500 million, but a problem arose.
Most altcoins had low total trading volumes, so he couldn't roll 500 million into them at once. Forcing buys spiked prices, preventing him from securing enough volume, and sells crashed them, killing his expected profits.
"Damn it, guess I have to go major."
With no choice, he turned to majors like Bitcoin and Ethereum. Less volatility, but massive volume perfect for big money. Using his 10-Min Preview to ride small waves repeatedly, he pulled all-nighters for days.
And finally, in the dead of dawn a few days later...
He'd broken 10 billion. Leaning back deep in his chair, Seonwoo let out a long sigh. Now came the choice: buy a new skill with this 10 billion, or use it as seed money for even bigger gains?
After agonizing for a good while, he decided.
"Not yet."
The new skills tempted him, but sacrificing 10 billion seed money hurt too much. He could make 100 billion, even 1 trillion, then buy skills later. For now, keep the 10 billion as seed, invest future earnings into the status window.
But to celebrate the milestone, he'd splurge 30 million on himself.
Menu Opened
New detailed options appeared that he hadn't seen before.
"Height first."
He invested 8 million—8 points—from the 30 million, boosting his height to 184cm. The remaining 22 points went into body ratios: shoulders like the Pacific, body fat down to low teens, lower body pumped for perfect model proportions.
Crack... crunch...!
Ominous bone snaps brought excruciating pain engulfing his body again. When it passed, he staggered to the full-length mirror.
"Whoa..."
A completely different man stared back. His face was still just handsome, but the overwhelming physique overshadowed everything. A sudden thought hit him—he rummaged through the dusty gym box in the corner and pulled out his high school physical exam sheet.
"Again...?"
Last time, raising from 170cm to 176cm, he'd been shocked to see the sheet updated to 176cm. He'd guessed then that customization wasn't just physical—it altered perceptions and records from the past.
With trembling hands, he checked the sheet again.
Height: 184cm
Perfect.
Buzzing with excitement, he headed out.
The streetscape had changed.
Even with just his face upgraded before, he'd caught occasional glances. Now? Over half of every ten people turned. Women's stares—blatant admiration and curiosity—pierced him everywhere.
He felt a childish urge to show off. Naturally, he headed to the convenience store where Yoo Sori worked. But despite the same day and time, only a sullen male part-timer was there.
Curious, he called Sori.
"Hello?"
"It's me, Sori."
"Oppa! Is that really you?! What's up? I missed you too!"
The barrage of questions crackling through the phone brimmed with delight.
"Came to see you 'cause I missed you, but you're off today?"
"Oh, that place? I worked there briefly after turning adult, but the boss asked me to cover for just one day, so I went."
"Got it."
Seonwoo sighed inwardly in relief. If he hadn't gone that day, he might never have met her.
"So what're you up to? Wanna meet if you've got time?"
"Yes! I had nothing today and was bored!"
Her cheerful reply lit him up. They agreed on the nearby park that evening.
Before heading home, Seonwoo glanced at his outfit. The status window had resized his clothes to fit, but the designs were too shabby for a date.
He stopped at a nearby men's store. The plain female clerk gushed over his physique, showering him with compliments.
"Sir, your body's so amazing—anything looks perfect on you. Are you a model?"
Basking in the praise, he finished shopping, then hit a men's barber shop instead of his usual neighborhood salon for a flawless haircut. All set just as time approached.
Sori had arrived early, perched by the park statue. Seonwoo showed up right on time.
"Sori."
She looked up with a smile at his call—then froze solid.
In her mind, he shouldn't look unfamiliar. Yet her face flushed as she stared, dazed like she'd lost her soul.
"What's wrong?"
Sensing the weirdness, Seonwoo asked. She stammered,
"Oppa... dressed like that... you're just... so hot..."
Her lovestruck expression was adorable. Self-esteem surging, he smirked, approached, and pecked her forehead.
"Wanna grab drinks?"
"You sure? I'm really good with alcohol."
She strutted ahead confidently, steps bouncing with joy.
They ended up at a pricey tuna spot. Over drinks and chit-chat, Sori regaled him with witty opi tales.
"Some customer's a total jerk, acts like a king? I call the manager right away and he's gone. Another cums before even entering... Funniest was this drunk who passed out snoring after I showered."
Emboldened by booze, Seonwoo planned to probe curiosities. But surprisingly, Sori outdrank him—he started buzzed first.
"Gonna get reversed here?"
Sensing danger, he faked a bathroom trip and opened the status window.
Menu Opened
He recalled the bottom stat from that morning: alcohol tolerance.
"Units in soju bottles? Fuck..."
Ridiculous, but no time to complain. He dumped his remaining 8 million—8 points—to max it at 10.
Instantly, the alcohol fog lifted from his head. Crystal clear. Regaining composure, he returned and said to Sori,
"More drinks?"
"Yes! Round two, round two!"
She beamed innocently.
Their next spot was a swanky lounge bar on a high-rise. Seated by the window with city lights sprawling below, Sori's eyes sparkled.
"Oppa, how old are you anyway? I've been calling you oppa, but are you really?"
"23."
"Phew! I'm 21. Hehe."
She giggled childishly. Seonwoo stepped away briefly and approached the bartender.
"Excuse me. Strong cocktails for that table over there, please. Nothing that tastes too boozy."
The bartender eyed him suspiciously—like "pervy bastard?" But when Seonwoo added, "Mine even stronger—we're pretty good drinkers," he nodded apologetically.
Soon, pretty-colored cocktails arrived.
"Wow, so pretty! What's this?"
"Dunno. Just asked for recommendations."
Sori sipped without suspicion. Matching his now-boosted pace, she eventually flushed with intoxication.
Now was the moment. Seonwoo asked carefully,
"Sori... bit personal, but... why work at an opi?"
She laughed awkwardly.
"Uh... just... lots of debt."
She hesitated, then smiled bitterly.
"Kinda cliché... wanna hear it?"
And so, her backstory began.