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“Let’s break up.”

When my girlfriend said it, I thought, So this is how it ends.

“……”

When had I started expecting a day like this?

Was it when she stopped reacting during sex at some point?

Or when she started avoiding me, saying she had plans at night?

Or was it after I saw her slipping into a motel on the arm of a Black man, batting her lashes and acting coy?

Even so, I was curious.

“At least tell me why.”

Would she really be honest? Or would she come up with some pathetic excuse?

“Honestly? Um. Yeah. You’re boring. I don’t even get turned on.”

She grinned as she drove the knife straight into my chest.

“What’s with twelve centimeters? That’s just too small. And honestly, I’m sick of that used sedan too. I’m sick of this old two-room dump.”

I let out a bitter snort. Twelve centimeters? That was the Korean average. Sure, to someone hoping for a monster in the eighteen- or twenty-centimeter range, it might seem small.

In the end, it was just an excuse.

“Fine. Let’s break up.”

“I’m not going to say anything to anyone at the office. So you shouldn’t say anything either, Oppa.”

What bullshit. Did she really think I didn’t know how the women at the company all sized up every man they could get their claws into, and how the office couples all gossiped about each other’s bedroom lives?

“Fine. I won’t say a word about how you dumped me for a Black guy.”

“You—what…!”

Leaving my now ex-girlfriend gaping wordlessly behind me, I walked out of the café.

It was December 24, Christmas Eve, and I’d just been dumped. For a thoroughly humiliating reason, too.

“Fuck. Was that bastard’s name Adam Johnson? Even his name sounds like a dick.”

I’d answered her calmly enough, but honestly, it pissed me off. My dick was a dick, and my mood was a dick too.

“Fuck. I hope that foreign bastard gets dragged off by Immigration and goes to hell. With a name like that, he should be doing hard time for soliciting prostitutes.”

Depressing.

“That’ll be 14,600 won.”

On my way home, I stopped by a convenience store, bought a few bottles of soju, some uncooked ramen, and several bags of chips, then trudged on.

The weather was brutally cold, and my heart had gone just as cold as the winter wind cutting through the streets.

And then, all at once.

I noticed an old man in the freezing evening, hauling a cart stacked high with cardboard and paper he’d collected.

I didn’t know why I noticed him. Normally, I would’ve just passed him by.

“Here. Take this.”

Without any real reason, I held out the convenience store bag. I just felt like it. A whim. Nothing more.

A whim for no reason at all.

“Oh my… this? It looks like you just bought it.”

The old man didn’t refuse. He only accepted the bag with a grateful expression.

“Thank you, young man.”

Then he rummaged in his pocket and held out two candies shaped like dice, wrapped in what looked like transparent plastic.

“Take these too.”

“No, sir. I’m fine.”

“No, no. Please, take them. You’ll be blessed. I’m sure something good will happen to you.”

I was about to refuse again, but the old man insisted, pressing the candies into my hand. And just as I turned to go home—

“Just accept it. Live the way your heart tells you to. Meet plenty of women too. The more, the better.”

I turned at the old man’s sudden, inexplicable words, and there was something strange in his voice.

The old man who had clearly been standing there by the road was gone.

“Huh…?”

Even though there was no way someone could vanish that quickly from the surrounding environment.

“A ghost…?”

Feeling even colder than before for some reason, I hurried home.

“Dice-shaped candy, huh….”

I’d never seen anything like it before. If you looked closely, the surface of the candy really did have little dots arranged like the pips on dice, but the wrapping was nothing more than a plain transparent bag.

There wasn’t even a name on it.

“Is it okay to eat this? What if it gives me a stomachache or something?”

It was an object of unknown origin, so I had no intention of eating it, but for some reason, the urge to do so kept clawing at the back of my mind.

“One… just one should be fine.”

And so, the moment I tore open the bag and brought the first candy to my tongue—

Sllrrr—

Instead of a hard candy, it dissolved in my mouth like some kind of liquid and flowed straight down my throat.

As though I’d been enchanted by something, I ate every last candy.

Then I fell asleep without even changing clothes.

***

“Ughhh….”

My whole body felt stiff and sore, like I’d slept on bare floorboards.

“What the hell… I just passed out like that?”

When I came to my senses, I was still lying on the floor in the same clothes.

“I’ve lost my mind. Song Hoon, you’ve lost your fucking mind. You’re not right in the head.”

I picked up my phone, which was ringing obnoxiously, and something about the date looked wrong.

“December 28…th?”

I clearly had no memory of anything after I’d come ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠home on the evening of December 24, and yet the phone said it was December 28.

“Jesus Christ! Work!”

The alarm that had just gone off was truly the last possible warning, and I hurriedly started the car and drove to the office.

If I rushed, I’d just barely make it without being late.

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“Well… don’t be late next time. We’ve got the year-end ceremony later, so get ready.”

The team leader patted my shoulder with a pitiful look, and I tilted my head in confusion. Normally, he’d have given me hell for this.

Back at my desk, Manager Kim from the seat beside me quietly dragged his chair over.

“I heard you broke up with your girlfriend, Song.”

“Huh?”

“The rumor’s already spread everywhere. People know she dumped you.”

That fucking bitch.

“Yeah… we broke up.”

“Anyway, you know there’s a team dinner after today’s year-end ceremony, right? Might as well make it a consolation drink for you, Song.”

At Manager Kim’s behavior, I let out a snort. I already vaguely knew that bastard had a thing for my ex, Jo Juyeon.

Manager Kim, if you’re not packing Black dick, you’re finished.

When I headed to the break room to clear my head a little, I saw Jo Juyeon coming out, laughing and chatting with the female staff, and my face twisted on its own.

That loud-mouthed bitch.

Apparently she’d wanted to cover her tracks first after getting caught seeing a Black guy. The moment she saw me, she jerked in surprise, and my teeth ground together.

I ignored her and walked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠past that bitch into the break room, where I dumped four sticks of Caffè Latte mix into my tumbler.

“Hoo. What the hell is going on?”

I’d been out for two full days. Not even dreaming. Not even waking up because I was hungry or needed the bathroom.

“Huh?”

Out of nowhere, a holographic window appeared in front of me, and a die rolled on its own.

The result was 5 and 6.

“No, what the hell is this? At least tell me what it is before expecting me to use it!”

“What the—”

For a moment, I wondered if I’d really gone insane.

“Manager! They said the year-end ceremony is about to start, so come inside!”

“Oh? O-oh! I’m coming.”

Seol Yeomyeong was the youngest member of our team, a first-year employee and my direct junior. She was a fresh-faced woman in her mid-twenties, six years younger than me.

About 160 centimeters tall, with an incredible slender figure and long straight hair. Her white skin and high bridge of the nose suited her surname, Seol, perfectly.

On top of that, the subtly innocent vibe she sometimes showed earned her a huge amount of support among the unmarried men in the office.

Of course, she had a boyfriend, but most men thought the same thing: just because there’s a goalkeeper doesn’t mean a goal can’t be scored.

“Are you going to the company dinner today, Manager?”

“I have to. It’s both the team year-end ceremony and the dinner. Aren’t you going, Yeomyeong?”

“I’m still thinking about it? I probably will. But I’d like to just do the first round and head home.”

“Then do that. It’s not like this company forces drinking anyway.”

When I entered the auditorium where the year-end ceremony was being held and took an empty seat, I thought, Damn it. Why the hell do I keep noticing her?

Diagonally ahead of me, that bitch was flirting with the woman sitting next to her, and it caught my eye.

“I’ll be back in a sec.”

Maybe it was the coffee, or maybe I just couldn’t stand the sight of her face, but I headed to the bathroom. The moment I pulled my dick out to pee—

“What’s with twelve centimeters? That’s just too small.”

—that fucking line flashed through my mind, and at the same time a new window popped up before my eyes.

“What the hell.”

I rubbed my eyes, turned my head, and the hologram window moved to follow my gaze.

I had no idea what was happening, but on a hunch, I clicked the length value.

I rushed into a toilet stall, locked the door, and carefully hit the button.

“What the hell….”

My flaccid dick had clearly lengthened with a faint ache. It had definitely gotten bigger.

Then I spent one point on the glans diameter too. Since I was uncircumcised, the change felt even more obvious.

“Is this really real?”

My heart started pounding like mad.

“If this is real….”

I hurriedly invested the remaining 9 points into my dick.

3 to length, 1 to glans diameter, 3 to rigidity, and 2 to stamina.

I’d even considered pushing only the length up to 20, but if it had to be a dick, wasn’t it better for it to be thick and rock-hard, not just long?

After pumping point after point into it, my newly erect cock felt so heavy I couldn’t compare it to what I had before.

A grin spread across my face.

The guidance message appeared as if it had been waiting for this very moment. So I really had invested it right. And there were extra points, too?

“This is actually great. Ah, right— the year-end ceremony.”

Unlike when I came in, I walked back into the auditorium with a face full of smiles and a swagger in my step.

“It just started.”

When I sat down beside Seol Yeomyeong, the cottony, fabric-softener-like scent I hadn’t noticed before tickled my nose.

“Did you spray cotton-scent perfume?”

“Huh? You can smell it? I put it on before coming to work. It lasts a long time, huh.”

Seol Yeomyeong sniffed the perfume around her wrist and tilted her head, looking puzzled.

Then she lowered her head slightly to smell it better, exposing the pale curve of her neck, and in that instant my lower body surged hard with interest.