So I Can Control Other People’s Shame Too?
“Hoo….”
After seeing Seol Yeomyeong off and finishing everything else, Song Hoon flopped down onto the bed.
/“Hng— Bossss… it’s so biggg— I feel like I’m gonna dieee—”/
The sultry moans she’d let out on the bed flashed back into his head, and before he knew it, his crotch had gone heavy again.
He fished around on his phone.
“Sex, huh….”
Thirty years old. The age when, once you landed a job, your human connections started narrowing down to almost nothing.
“Where am I supposed to meet women? And there’s definitely a limit to how many points you can get depending on rank.”
He shot to his feet and stood before the full-length mirror.
Just an ordinary office worker’s body with a little meat on it. If anything stood out, it was his height—about 183 centimeters. A decent amount of flesh. A big frame. And now, an even bigger dick.
Body stats are being displayed.
“Oh….”
Like an InBody scan, every number appeared in a neat vertical list—height, weight, muscle mass, body fat percentage, everything.
“If this shows up, then that means I can invest in my body too. I wonder if mental stats are possible as well? Things like charm or stamina.”
It seemed doubtful. Stamina, charm—were those even things that could be translated into numbers?
This ability unlocks at Stage 2.
“Holy crap… you can do that? Stage 2? How many stages are there, anyway?”
The ability has a total of three stages. Stage 1 allows direct numerical manipulation. Stage 2 allows manipulation of a target’s abstract numerical values. Stage 3 allows you to convert and manipulate other people’s numbers.
“Huh… so I can even manipulate other people’s numbers? What do I have to do to level up the stage?”
It is tied to dice, and you will have to discover the exact unlock conditions yourself.
“So basically, it’s telling me to go fuck hard.”
That was the only way to earn lots of points, roll the dice, and unlock the next stage.
“I’ve got 80 points total. Should I roll once?”
The largest die he could buy was a sixteen-sided one.
He almost bought a ten-sided die, then hesitated.
“Wouldn’t there be some unlock condition like, ‘Buy and use every type of die’?”
The more he thought about it, the deeper the problem got. Should he buy the biggest die available, the one with a maximum of sixteen, or start from the bottom and work his way up one by one?
“What’s life without a big swing? Go big or go home!”
◈ Maximum value: 16
◈ Suitable for dice rolls requiring broad variance
“Ten or higher! Give me ten or higher, damn it!”
The octahedral bipyramid die rolled clattering across the floor, and when it finally stopped—
You gained 14 points.
“Kraaa—yesss—!!”
Fourteen right off the bat. Not bad luck at all.
“Heh… fourteen. That makes me feel rich.”
Vrrrring—
“Oh! What is it?”
Song Hoon answered Kim Geonjae’s call, genuinely pleased to hear from his old friend after so long.
“Yo~ You doing good?”
“Heh… what’s there to be good about when you’re an office worker?”
“Still doing okay with your girlfriend?”
“We broke up. Last week.”
“What? Why? Puhaha… good for you.”
“Let’s talk when we meet. It’s a long story.”
His ten-year friend only chuckled at the news of a breakup.
“How about tomorrow?”
“Works for me. Same place as always?”
“You got it. Seven o’clock.”
That guy really was a drifter through and through—someone who believed in earning enough to enjoy life and then just enjoying it.
“For some reason, I feel like this bastard would know all about this stuff.”
About ways to meet women. About places to go. All of it.
“Then I’ll keep him in reserve for now.”
***
“Over here!”
As soon as he stepped into the bar, the guy who’d already arrived and laid out the side dishes waved him over.
Even after a few months. No, even after ten years, he still hadn’t changed one bit. Skin and bones, glasses, and that was about it.
“You always order the same side dishes.”
“This is the best they’ve got here.”
Kim Geonjae snickered as he poured soju and lifted his glass.
“Drink up first.”
The second he sat down, his glass was already full. He took a bite of the side dish, and the sharp bite of alcohol crackled through him and slid down his throat.
“So how’d you end up breaking up?”
“She got into Black guys.”
Pu—fuh!
At the sudden mention of Black guys, Geonjae spat out his drink.
“Jesus!”
“You fucking lunatic, what?”
“You heard me, why are you asking again?”
After knocking back a shot on his own, the bastard nodded solemnly, as if that settled everything.
“Yeah. Once a woman runs off with a Black guy, there’s no bringing her back.”
“You’re insane. What about you, then? You still meeting women through apps and stuff?”
It was only half a probe. He was the type to spill everything like he was showing off.
“Heh… look at this. This is the safest way. It’s easy. No pressure. Just a one-night stand where you both click.”
Geonjae scooted his chair closer and spun his phone around to show him the screen.
“What is this?”
It was an app called Z.
“Hashtag sex jet?”
“This place is insane. You wouldn’t believe the shit that goes down here in a Confucian country like Korea.”
As he snickered and scrolled through the screen, it was like staring into a world made entirely of flesh. All kinds of naked skin, all kinds of explicit videos that would be illegal in Korea.
“For the record, I’m probably gonna pass out around eleven tonight.”
“You crazy bastard. Then why’d you ask to meet today?”
That basically meant he already had plans to meet someone on the app around eleven, didn’t it?
“Sorry. The only time she could meet was today, or she’d die.”
“Fine, fine. In that case, it’s on you.”
“Then it’s a deal. Let’s see if they’ve got anything pricey on the menu. Anyway, who’s the one you’re meeting? Someone you met there?”
“This one. Pretty insane, right?”
It was a photo of a curvy woman, her cleavage pushed up high and proud.
“Looks like she’s at least an E cup. Heh.”
“You really have had weird taste for ages.”
Geonjae had always had a thing for big girls. By contrast, Song Hoon preferred slender women.
“Tch. This guy doesn’t know women at all. At minimum, a thick body or a big girl is where the real flavor is, you slender-body freak.”
“The proof of the pudding is in the eating, isn’t it?”
Yeah—like Seol Yeomyeong. Slender and pretty. Add big breasts on top of that, and it was heaven.
Just thinking about Seol Yeomyeong made the lower half of his body ache on its own.
They laughed, talked about women, and dragged up old memories, and before long, several hours had slipped by.
“You should go have your fun for a year or two too. You’ve got plenty of room to enjoy yourself.”
At his friend’s parting shot before heading off to his date, Song Hoon lifted one corner of his mouth.
“That’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”
“Good. That’s the right idea. Honestly, a guy like you doesn’t have anything to be insecure about. Your height, your looks—if you dropped a little weight, you’d have women swarming all over you.”
Geonjae clinked glasses with him.
“Right. What’s life, anyway?”
He really did intend to enjoy himself without restraint. And since that pleasure guaranteed endless growth, how could he not be excited?
***
Back home, he installed the Z app that Geonjae had mentioned and searched through everything he could find.
“Damn… these bodies are insane.”
There were countless pictures of gigantic cocks posted like trophies, and endless videos of people getting fucked senseless by those monsters.
Most of the faces were hidden, but there were plenty of bodies alone that could make his own cock twitch with interest.
“Hmm… I think mine looks better.”
That was the conclusion he reached after staring at all those dicks. Of course, there were some impressive ones. But if you added up length, hardness, thickness, and everything else—
His own cock was probably A+ grade. Which meant that if he found the right opening, he could rule this app as one of its top predators.
“And if I need to, I can always invest a few more points.”
What mattered was eating as many women as possible, gathering points, and rolling even more dice.
After all, you could only gain points from each woman three times.
It was already past midnight. She should have been with her boyfriend by now.
He replied, pretending not to know anything.
After tasting his cock once, she clearly couldn’t feel much excitement from sex with her boyfriend anymore, which was why she kept contacting him. Otherwise, there was no way she’d be texting another man while spending the night with her boyfriend.
At the nude photo of her with not even a single thread on her body and her breasts fully exposed, a laugh slipped out of him.
It was almost as if she were showing him just how deeply obsessed with his cock she had become.
“Now she’s sending pictures like this without even blinking.”
As he looked more closely, her nipples weren’t standing at attention, and her body wasn’t slick with sweat, either.
If the people at the company found out about this, what face would they make?
Seol Yeomyeong—the woman who was always in the top three of the office popularity ranking among the female employees.
After tasting his cock once, she was sending him nude photos like some kind of addict, texting him for sex even in the middle of sleeping with her boyfriend.
He sent her a picture of his own cock, fully aroused from looking at sex jet.
Throb—
He hadn’t even done anything, and his body was already responding on instinct.