Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Shit Belongs with Shit
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Early in the morning.
I finished jogging by the stream near the university and sat on a bench, watching the people exercising.
My targets were the women working out.
'That girl's got a killer body. Bet her pussy tastes fresh and healthy. She'd be perfect for a dick-rejuvenating fuck.'
I was lost in dirty thoughts when my eyes locked with a woman's, but I didn't care.
She blushed and looked away before hurrying off.
Just by staring, I could make her avert her gaze on instinct. That's the alpha male I was.
"Life's full of surprises."
A month ago, I was getting dumped and transferred like yesterday's trash.
Overnight, not only had I become handsome, but I was set for life with no money worries.
'And I've got this overwhelming physique that benches 900 like it's nothing.'
People might look at my frame and think, No way that guy's totaling 900.
But with my Strength stat at 10, my body harbored insane power.
Problem was, this perfect exterior hid a rotten core.
Every time I saw a woman, nothing but vulgar thoughts flooded my mind.
'Nah, it's fine. I'm not acting on it or anything. Just thinking nasty shit in my head—who's gonna call me out?'
Besides, I'd gained Appearance, Stamina, and Wealth, so I could handle the penalty that came with it.
From the start, I'd crafted this character as the perfect alpha male on the outside—a total sex-crazed maniac when it came to women.
'I'm staying true to the concept.'
I'd made him in a rage after getting dumped by my girlfriend, ignoring morals or ethics. He was the embodiment of my raw desires.
In other words, I was the perfect mirror of modern people's hidden cravings.
Everyone pretends otherwise, but deep down, they all want money, looks, and hot partners.
'The real issue is my dick hurts from all these nonstop horny thoughts...'
It'd be nice to have a slave around to quickly drain this lust whenever it hit.
'Maybe I should look for one?'
Perfect timing—it was March 2nd.
The first day of the semester.
University was a hub for freshly legal young men and women.
In other words, 99% were broke nobodies.
'Flash some cash, and at least one girl's bound to volunteer as my slave, right?'
Lee Yoo-ra, the senior I'd fucked once, came to mind... but there was no rule saying I could only have one slave.
'A trillion-won alpha male doesn't do pure love. Even celebrities date and dump each other all the time.'
Plus, Yoo-ra seemed like she'd be tamed into my slave soon enough without me paying her.
'She'll probably spread her legs on her own soon. Why waste money?' We hadn't talked since that day, but she was definitely obsessing over me.
Just like all the other girls.
Her pride was keeping her from reaching out first, but she was probably waiting for me to make the move. Her patience had to be wearing thin—she'd text soon.
-Ding
A message popped up.
[Lee Yoo-ra: What time does your lecture end? Got time? Let's grab food.]
"See?"
Spot on.
* * *
The first day of the semester.
A big day for me.
Unlike my freshman year of quiet studying, I planned to dive into real college life.
The walk to school felt nostalgic.
Some looked excited to be back, but most had that "I hate school" face.
'College is still school, after all.'
If I hadn't gotten my cheat, I'd be trudging along with a rotten expression too.
Freaking out about running into Lee Ye-rin, even quieter than before.
But my steps toward campus were ridiculously light.
The confidence of someone who had it all oozed from my body and face.
Studying? Jobs? That's for broke losers.
With enough money to last lifetimes, my mindset heading to college was totally different.
I entered the department building.
The vibe inside shifted instantly.
People froze mid-step staring at me. Some glanced, passed, then whipped around in shock.
'Used to it by now.'
I breezed past them and found the lecture hall.
The air in there changed too.
Conversations hummed faintly outside, but they cut off the second I walked in.
Fun how my presence flipped every room.
Savoring the alpha privilege, I scanned for a seat.
'Not planning to actually listen, so... back corner?'
I took a spot at the far rear, out of the prof's sightline.
Only then did the chatter resume.
"Whoa, who's that?"
"How's anyone that hot?"
"Since when do we have a guy like that in the department?"
"Hotter than idols. No way."
Nobody recognized me, as expected.
I'd shown my face at assignments and gatherings, but not much talk.
'They're curious but hesitant to approach. Should I break the ice?'
I rolled my eyes around the room, hunting for someone approachable.
And there he was—the closest thing to a friend in this class.
Lee Ha-jun.
Handsome guy, late 170s cm, above-average looks.
We'd teamed up once for a project; since then, he'd chat me up briefly whenever we crossed paths. Friendly type.
'Even got relationship advice from him once.'
Back when I was agonizing over confessing to Ye-rin, I'd consulted him.
Embarrassing memory now.
We weren't that close, and he was a younger junior to boot...
'Couldn't be helped back then?'
First crush ever—had me out of my mind.
He seemed chummy with girls, so I figured he knew his stuff.
Turned out, total delusion.
Guy was a virgin like me.
"Hey, Lee Ha-jun. Long time."
"Huh...? W-who are you?"
Why's he so spooked? Dude's got some size.
My fierce gaze doing that?
Fair enough—my new face was far from soft and friendly.
'Even I'd jump if this face suddenly acted familiar.'
He looked clueless, so I decided to clue him in.
"What're you on about? Don't you recognize me? Last year at MT, I followed you to the bathroom and patted your back."
"Wait... that voice... No freaking way... H-Han-sol hyung?! For real?!"
Great reaction. Voice pitch perfect.
The guys eavesdropping while pretending not to care probably got it now.
Who I was.
"Took you long enough. Kinda hurt."
"Hurt? That's not the point! What the hell happened over break? Plastic surgery?"
"I grew a ton over break too. Does surgery make you taller?"
"Not surgery, got it... Then what? You know something, hyung."
"What?"
"Out of everyone I've seen, you're the hottest."
I know. Better than you.
My sister, who barely talks unless it's for allowance, turned full brocon overnight seeing this face. Says it all.
I grinned at his shocked face.
"You gay? Not into dudes."
"What? Nah, but that weird talk proves it's you, Han-sol hyung."
He grabbed his bag and plopped down next to me.
'That quick?'
Clearly dying to know more about me.
"So spill. What happened to your face?"
"Nothing much. Some bad shit went down, so I hit the gym hard to forget it and took care of myself."
"Gym and self-care did that? You expect me to buy it?"
"Worked for me. Believe it or not, your call. Doesn't change facts."
He eyed me suspiciously still.
I knew it sounded bullshit.
But so what?
I'm saying it happened—who's gonna argue?
This ain't sci-fi; they gonna dissect me over a glow-up?
Besides, even if I told the truth.
Who'd believe I became my dream character?
Not even I buy the realism sometimes.
People'd just assume surgery first.
Then realize even that doesn't explain it.
"Damn... this real...?"
"Told you. Guess I was always a looker underneath."
"Hate admitting it when you say it... but yeah, no other explanation besides 'management.'"
Ha-jun seemed to drop the surgery theory.
Yeah.
Doctors aren't wizards.
Surgery turn you into this?
Everyone'd be an idol.
My face had zero surgical uncanny valley—pure divine artwork.
No science or medicine could replicate it.
"Bet you snagged some numbers over break."
"Yeah... something like that."
I brushed off his eager question.
Mission accomplished: he'd spread who I was.
He was getting annoying anyway.
He scooted his chair closer, leaning in uncomfortably.
Then whispered low enough not to carry.
"Hyung, hook me up with a girl?"
I chuckled.
Acting all nice, but guy's a dude at heart.
Whispering so classmates wouldn't hear his plea—too embarrassed.
Surprising, though.
Him asking me for an intro.
Thinks hot guys have pretty girls orbiting? Not wrong.
"Feeling lonely?"
"A bit... haha..."
He scratched his head sheepishly.
He hadn't helped much before, but he'd given love advice last year, and no grudge—so I could hook him up.
But it didn't add up.
"You know tons of girls in the department. Hit up a classmate or incoming freshman."
"Thought about it... but department CC? Hell no. No way I could."
I frowned.
He panicked, waving it off.
"N-not about you, hyung! For real! Wasn't implying..."
"Whatever. You're right. Department CC is insane."
A twinge of annoyance, but I let it slide.
No malice—just slipped out.
Department CC.
Campus couple in the same major.
'Just months ago, that idiot was me.'
Anyone in the know knew about my department CC fame.
Me and Lee Ye-rin—the talk of the Law department.
Thanks to Ye-rin, obviously.
She got "Law Goddess" nickname right at freshman orientation—huge buzz.
Guy like me dating her? Tongues wagged.
In the worst ways.
"Ye-rin's too good for him. Kinda creepy vibe."
"Shoulda confessed first. Fuck, regret."
Acted cool to my face.
Gossiped behind backs.
"Hey, Ye-rin, date me. I'll treat you better than that loser boyfriend."
Even hit on her knowing we were together.
Taunting her when I wasn't around.
I knew all about it.
Hated those scumbags so much, I skipped department events.
'Look back now, total loser move. Shoulda confronted and decked them.'
No feelings for Ye-rin now, but eyeing my girl pissed me off.
Next time I see them, no mercy.
"Hyung! Wasn't dissing you... I just got reasons why department CC's a no-go for me, like..."
"Drop it. You're annoying. Wasn't shading you either. I agree—department CC's crazy. You said it right."
"Huh? But hyung... aren't you still with Ye-rin noona?"
Ha-jun was way behind on gossip.
Her Instagram scrubbed of my pics—obvious breakup.
"You haven't heard? We broke up."
"W-what?!"
"Why so shocked? Shit happens. Told you about the 'bad stuff' over break. That was it."
"Oh... hyung, you okay?"
"Okay?"
Thinks I'm moping post-breakup?
Makes sense—he's the only one who knew I was head over heels for her.
But now?
The more I thought, the hotter my body ran.
Not anger.
A thrilling boil building.
"Fucking fantastic."
Thanks to that, I got this face and wealth.
She even did me a favor, heading to some inferior shithead.
Pure relief.