From Loser to Looker: Conquering the Pro

Seonwoo returned to his studio apartment from the OP girl, sprawling out on the bed. His body felt languid, but his mind was strangely sharp. The face of Park Juhyeon, whom he'd just been entangled with, and her moans echoing in his ears were still vivid.

The first experience had been a success. No, it went beyond success—it was overwhelming.

But amid the pleasant recollections, an unpleasant memory suddenly surfaced. When they first met, Park Juhyeon's blatant gaze scanning him up and down. It wasn't contempt or disdain, but clearly the eyes of someone appraising his worth.

'That bitch probably thought I was pathetic just looking at my face.'

Seonwoo sat up and stood before the bathroom mirror. Appearance stat: 3. A number proving his below-average looks. He hadn't cared during his military service, but stepping into society slammed him with reality. Even when paying for a woman, being judged on looks stung his pride. Apparently, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he had a complex he hadn't realized.

'...Let's change it.'

It was an impulsive decision. He immediately opened his status window.

He wanted to turn that [Appearance: 3] into 10. One point cost a million won. Total: 7 million won.

Seonwoo hit 'Yes'. But the screen didn't advance. He had no idea how to pay. He'd expected a bank transfer window or something.

'What the hell? Just press it?'

On a hunch, he tapped the [Point Charge] button seven times in a row.

Then something astonishing happened.

Points charged without any process. Seonwoo hurriedly grabbed his smartphone and checked his internet banking. His eyes widened at the balance. No withdrawal records anywhere. The money had just vanished.

"Fucking insane..."

A hollow laugh escaped him. But the shock didn't last. Seeing a status window floating in front of him was already impossible. This power ignored physics and financial systems effortlessly. He accepted it quickly.

Without hesitation, Seonwoo invested all 7 points into Appearance.

He hit confirm, and a disgusting pain surged as if his facial muscles and bones were being reassembled. Compared to the hellish agony of growing taller or enlarging his dick, this was bearable.

Moments later, the pain faded. With trembling anticipation, he looked in the mirror again.

"...Whoa."

A completely different person stared back. Cold and sharp when expressionless, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠softening with a slight smile. Not overly handsome—just naturally perfected, like a pro photographer's careful edit of his original face. His hazy eyes were now deep and clear; his blunt nose bridge sharp and sleek.

"This power is fucking nuts."

Seonwoo murmured, caressing his new face.

Over the next three days, waiting for his fixed deposit to mature, he tested the limits of his 10-Min Preview skill. Community posts, breaking news in 10 minutes, even the color of cars passing outside—everything predicted perfectly. He was convinced: making money with this was only a matter of time.

Three days later, including the matured deposit, about 15 million won was in his hands. He immediately opened an account at the nation's largest crypto exchange, Bitup Exchange, and deposited it all.

But making money wasn't as smooth as thought. Dramatic surges or drops in just 10 minutes were rarer than expected. He used the 10-Min Preview to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠buy and sell coins with small ups, repeating it all day staring at charts—nibbling 300,000 won, 500,000 won profits. He was earning, but it was boring as hell.

And the more he did it, the more sensations from that first fuck resurfaced. Park Juhyeon's hot insides, her trembling body, her slutty moans.

Finally, he couldn't hold back.

'Just once more.'

This time, bolder. He scoured the net for a well-reviewed OP site. Price: 500,000 won. Pricier than Park Juhyeon, but promising better service. He called a promising spot.

"Calling to book."

[Yes, this is the manager. Which girl caught your eye?]

"Lee Seoyeoun."

[Ah, Seoyeoun. When suits you?]

Seonwoo recalled Park Juhyeon hesitating at his size. No point meeting if rejected over that—ruin the mood.

"Uh... I'm pretty big. Like 18cm. That okay?"

The manager went silent.

[Sir, this isn't a prank call, right? Pranks are trouble.]

"No prank. Free shot please."

[I'll check and call back.]

Call ended. Ten minutes later, same reaction from another spot. After two or three rejections, the first manager called back.

[Sir, Seoyeoun says it's fine. Sending address—come on time.]

Seonwoo sighed in relief and headed out.

The officetel door opened to a sweet scent and a slender woman greeting him.

"Hi, I'm Seoyeoun."

Lee Seoyeoun. 25 years old, 165cm, D-cup full breasts as profiled. Heavy makeup on sharp features—a beauty. She smiled approvingly at his handsome face.

"Shower alone, or together?"

Pros were different. Effortlessly leading the mood. As Seonwoo hesitated, she took his hand and pulled him to the bathroom.

Her service was fantastical. Washing him with soft hands, then in the tub rubbing her ample breasts against him to lather and clean.

"Oppa, your cock is huge. Heard from manager, but didn't expect this."

Seoyeoun's skills dwarfed Park Juhyeon's. Back on the bed, full foreplay began. Licking his body expertly, deepthroating his massive glans in fellatio, stealing his soul.

"Ngh...!"

Seonwoo came first in her mouth. But she kept sucking without pause. Too aroused, he grabbed her hair and thrust his hips wildly.

"Guh... glurk... ugh..."

Choking but not resisting—watching her, he came twice more to her hands and mouth assault.

"Haa, haa..."

Three orgasms drained him. Satisfied enough. He'd come for sex, but exhaustion hit hard. Time to go.

But as he rose, Seoyeoun straddled him with a teasing smile.

"Aw, leaving without putting it in, oppa?"

His eyebrow twitched. Male pride stung.

'Fuck, I'll destroy that bitch.'

Seonwoo grabbed her waist, flipping her down. Positioning between her legs.

"I'll make you regret it."

Seoyeoun laughed leisurely, spreading wide. But as his 18cm monster breached her entrance, her smile vanished.

"Hng...! W-wait...!"

Her cocky tease gone. Her pussy stretched desperately, but the size overwhelmed. Brutal pressure pounding her cervix—she screamed.

"Ah! Aaang! Hngk! Oppa, too... too deep! Ahng!"

Seonwoo showed no mercy. Gripping her full breasts, pistoning madly. Seoyeoun writhed helplessly under his huge cock, shrieking in ecstasy.

"F-fuck, oppa! Yes! So good! Ah! There! Harder! More! Ang!"

Slutty cries poured from her. The bed creaked violently with his thrusts.

"Oppa, I'm cumming! Cumming! Ah, ah, aaang!"

Seoyeoun twisted, hitting her first climax. But Seonwoo didn't stop. Pinning her convulsing body, thrusting deeper.

"W-wait, oppa, I'm... dying! Hngk! Ah! Ah!"

Five minutes after her first peak, second and third orgasms crashed over her. Sanity gone, tears and drool flowing as she shook beneath him.

Finally, Seonwoo unleashed hot semen deep inside. She passed out cold.

"Haa... haa..."

Satisfied, Seonwoo rose. Seeing limp Seoyeoun felt triumphant. As he dressed to leave, she weakly called.

"Oppa... wait."

She shakily entered her number on his phone.

"Call here next time. No charge for you."

Her eyes sincere—she truly loved the sex. Seonwoo saved it silently and left.

On the way home, his body ached everywhere. Exhausting, but so good.

'To last longer... stamina first.'

He pictured his status window, setting his next goal. Endless stamina to match his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠overwhelming physique. That was his desired next step.