The Baby-Making Project: Seong Yua
I had taken Gong Jiyun for the first time, and I was completely hooked on the sheer broken power of the skills.
[Insufficient points!]
“Ah…”
A regretful sigh slipped out on its own.
After Gong Jiyun left, I dumped every last remaining point into leveling up Sex Master. Still, reaching Level 5 was impossible.
Sex Master Lv. 3 (Passive Skill)
Applies sufficient additional correction to all forms of sexual activity.
The description had changed from “a microscopic level” at Level 1 to “a minor level” at Level 2, and then from “a minor level” to “a sufficient level” at Level 3. The cost to reach Level 4 was 5,000 points.
“Haa…”
It was disappointing, but I had to be satisfied here.
I need to stockpile points.
I wanted new skills. I wanted to raise skill levels. My head, now thoroughly addicted to the sweet taste of the skills, could think of nothing else.
According to the knowledge that entered my mind… points are generated when a target is changed through modification.
[Sexual acts between a senior and junior are a natural part of education.]
That was the concept I had planted inside Gong Jiyun’s mind. Thanks to it, I had been able to thrust into her pussy and have her suck my cock for the past two weeks.
But Gong Jiyun wasn’t originally that kind of person.
Points are generated when Gong Jiyun changes from her former self into someone else.
To keep earning points, I need to develop new women.
In theory, it might be possible to extract infinite points from a single person. However—
Completely changing them would take all the fun out of it.
Suppose I kept modifying Gong Jiyun’s inner world. Eventually I might turn her into an onahole doll with no emotions or will to resist. That would probably generate a massive amount of points.
But I mustn’t do that. It wouldn’t be arousing or entertaining at all.
I’ll keep the original Gong Jiyun intact and only twist her a tiny bit to maintain this delicious current situation.
That’s why I can’t change any one woman too much. Therefore, I can’t drain infinite points from a single target. I have to keep targeting new women.
And the next target is…
Her.
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“Good morning~”
When I entered the office and greeted everyone, a few people smiled back. Before heading to my seat, I walked over to Gong Jiyun.
“Could you walk home okay last night?”
“…! M-mmph…!”
Gong Jiyun’s face flushed bright red.
“Hehe.”
“S-shut up! Go away! Go awaaay!”
She flailed, pushing me desperately, clearly flustered. She really was fun to tease.
“Okaaay~”
I pretended to give up and turn away, but—
“S-Senior…”
“Hm?”
Gong Jiyun had grabbed my sleeve. Avoiding my eyes, cheeks burning, she asked shyly,
“W-when is the next… special lesson…?”
“…”
I almost got hard on the spot.
“…I’ll let you know once I pick a date.”
“I-I kept this weekend free…”
“R-right.”
If we kept talking I was seriously going to pin her down right there in the office. I hurried back to my desk.
“You’re here.”
Park Youngmin, at the next desk, greeted me.
“Yeah. Morning.”
“You’ve been coming in early lately. What’s with the normal arrival time today? Your junior too.”
“Well… the urgent part of her training is done.”
I had been making time in the mornings to speed up my conquest of Gong Jiyun. Now that I could fuck her whenever I wanted, the conquest was essentially complete. From now on I could just take her whenever the mood struck.
Time to move on to the next target.
I glanced toward the back of the office. The woman sitting at the team leader’s desk—Seong Yua.
“Hello.”
“Yes.”
She hadn’t even glanced at me when I came in, and even when I greeted her directly, her response was dry and curt. Her hair fell just past her shoulders. Given her personality, it was probably a compromise between appearance and practicality.
Her gaze was fixed on her desk. Normally her eyes looked emotionless and cold, but right now—half-lidded—they radiated a seductive allure. The beauty mark beneath her eye added a hint of sensuality. Her skin was pure white, flawless. She wore only light makeup for a natural look, yet it still appeared snowy pale.
And below that…
They’re huge.
The generous swell beneath her blouse. I had no special talent for guessing cup sizes, but even I could tell they were easily a D-cup. I licked my lips and returned to my seat.
Work began. Time passed. When the clock struck exactly ten,
“Team Leader, may I have your approval on this?”
“Yes. Leave it there.”
A male employee approached Seong Yua and handed her a report. Once again, she didn’t lift her eyes from her monitor, answering in the same short, businesslike tone.
The employee who had submitted the report turned to return to his seat—
“One moment.”
Seong Yua stopped him. At the same time, his face tightened almost imperceptibly.
“Yes?”
“Isn’t this the recipient-only form?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Then why are the names of the insured and the recipient different?”
“The policyholder changed the insured party.”
“That’s exactly why the recipient-only form exists—to distinguish such cases.”
“Yes, but that was an error on the insurance company’s side, not ours…”
“It is the role of a field agent to catch such formal discrepancies. Please perform your assigned duties properly.”
“…I’m sorry.”
Seong Yua silently placed the report back in front of the man. She was so competent she could spot even the tiniest mistake. There were no unnecessary personal attacks or harsh words. She focused solely on the error and never raised her voice. Her speech didn’t aim to correct attitude through scolding; it simply pointed out the other party’s mistake and incompetence. Yet precisely because of that, it felt cold and mortifying to the listener.
It would honestly be easier on us if she got a little emotional when she chewed us out…
Sometimes she seemed less like a person and more like a machine that only did its job. It was almost chilling.
The scolded employee bowed, picked up the report again, and quickly retreated. Even though no one had shown open emotion, the office atmosphere felt like it had frozen solid.
…This isn’t the time to worry about others.
Unease rose like dark clouds. I might be next. Heart pounding, I forced my expression to stay neutral and approached Seong Yua, report in hand.
“Please process this report.”
“Yes. Leave it there.”
The exact same businesslike line she had given the previous employee, word for word. But perhaps because of what had just happened, I sensed a strange chill in her voice.
Whew…
I breathed a sigh of relief inside and turned away. Looked like it wasn’t my turn after all.
“One moment.”
Damn. Today’s luck really was terrible.
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The office atmosphere grew even colder. Unfortunately, two people in a row had been thoroughly shredded by Seong Yua.
Haa… I need some water.
I went to the break room and filled a paper cup. The cool liquid helped clear my head.
There had been a mistake in the report. But it was so trivial it might as well not have existed. It wouldn’t have affected the work at all; no one else would have noticed. Yet in front of Seong Yua, even that was unacceptable.
It was a common occurrence in hierarchical relationships, especially at a company. Still, being corrected by Seong Yua was genuinely awful. And it wasn’t just me—her notoriety was well-known throughout the company.
Still… this time I don’t feel all that bad.
When I thought about how that woman would eventually end up beneath me, even her icy personality felt like a special kind of delicacy.
I took out my phone and launched the app.
Four buttons were listed beneath my user information.
Shop. Skills. Items. Modify.
I tapped the Modify button.
[Begin Modification Mode?]
[Target: Seong Yua]
The app had automatically read my thoughts and selected the target. I stared at the remaining water in the paper cup, then tilted it over the sink. The water streamed down. Just before it touched the bottom of the sink—
Yes.
I tapped the app and started Modification Mode.
[Modifying target Seong Yua’s inner world.]
My vision flipped. No—it wasn’t just my vision. The sensation of my feet on the floor vanished. The very location itself changed.
This is…
I was floating in a pitch-black space.
Seong Yua’s inner world.
Before me stood an endlessly vast structure. Spheres of various sizes were connected to one another by lines like a spiderweb.
It looks like… a mind map.
The formation spread outward from the inner spheres. It was as if someone had sculpted the mind map into three-dimensional form.
Ding!
With a cheerful sound, a translucent rectangular window appeared.
[Please enter a keyword to search.]
[ ]
“Kim Junyoung.”
I typed my own name. The enormous mind-map structure began spinning at incredible speed.
There’s no wind… no sound…
How could I describe its scale? An apartment building? A mountain? It was far too colossal to compare to anything like that. Even though it rotated at such terrifying speed, none of the force reached me.
Eventually the rotation slowed. At the same time, my body was transported somewhere within the mind map. After a brief moment—
Kim… Junyoung.
Right in front of me floated a sphere with “Kim Junyoung” written boldly across it. It looked about 0.5 meters in diameter. Several lines extended from it, connecting to other spheres.
I followed one of the lines. A smaller sphere appeared—this one inscribed with a sentence rather than a name.
[Kim Junyoung’s position is employee.]
A plain statement. The sphere was barely 0.1 meters across. I moved to another one. It was also a small sphere extending from the “Kim Junyoung” core. This one held two sentences.
[Kim Junyoung is reasonably diligent and sufficiently competent.]
[However, he lacks ambition. This occasionally leads to negligence.]
I examined yet another.
[Kim Junyoung must have his report re-reviewed by me by noon today.]
All of them were tiny. In any case, these sentences represented Seong Yua’s thoughts and concepts about me. Countless such notions formed her mind map. All of them were Seong Yua’s thoughts. Every single sphere constituted the personality known as “Seong Yua.”
This is the power of the Modification App—editing these.
I had already finished planning exactly how I would change her.
“Keyword search.”
A translucent window appeared.
[Please enter a keyword to search.]
[ ]
“Work.”
No homonyms were searched. The app was linked to my thoughts; such basic convenience was trivial for it. The mind map spun rapidly once more. Unlike before, I was now inside the structure. Countless lines and spheres streaked past, leaving afterimages. Strangely, nothing collided with me. Everything simply passed through.
If one could feel the Earth’s rotation, would it feel like this?
It was a slightly cheesy thought. The colossal structure, so vast its end could not be seen, rotated in a spectacle so majestic it stirred an uncharacteristic sense of awe.
Finally, an enormous sphere appeared before me. Its size was incomparable to the “Kim Junyoung” sphere. It was larger than any sphere I had seen so far.
[Work]
A single, massive character was carved into it in thick, bold letters.