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Fantasy World was a game like the famous Minecraft from before I was born—create your own world, and people could jump in and play. Not that it mattered much since only Jun-sik was coming.
Welcome to Hyun-su's World!
Choi Jun-sik has entered Hyun-su's World.
I created a room. A pure white space with a mannequin that looked exactly like me standing there, and a message popped up saying Jun-sik had entered.
In front of me floated the class selection screen, with videos playing of skills in action for each class.
"Jun-sik, it says pick a class first. What're you gonna do?"
"Tank... nah, I'll go archer."
Jun-sik was the type—personality and looks—who screamed knight (tanker), but he switched on a dime and picked archer. Now that he had some game experience, he was actually thinking things through. But no way was I yielding archer. I hated tanking too.
"No dice. Be a knight. I'm doing archer."
"Then why the fuck did you ask, asshole?"
"I can at least hear what you want."
Knight was the fantasy dream, sure. Heavy armor, shield up front, blocking hits for the party, closing in on enemies and landing that heavy blow. The reliable backbone. But this was VR. Pain was reduced, not gone. Even with a healer behind patching HP, it didn't erase the pain you'd already felt. Tankers get hit—a lot—and I wasn't about it. But Jun-sik was digging in this time.
"Nah, I want archer. I've always tanked in these games."
"What, experienced newbie? Every company's dream hire. 'Entry-level tanker with tons of experience.'"
"Fuck off, how am I supposed to build archer XP if I'm always tanking, dick?"
"I'm stacking it for both of us, don't worry."
"Nah, I hate getting hit."
"That's why it's a pro job—nobody else can do it."
"Ain't no pro job in getting smacked, you prick."
"Rock-paper-scissors then. Winner picks."
"Deal."
In the end, Jun-sik got tanked.
"Goddamn tank life."
I cracked up so hard, curses flew from Jun-sik nonstop. Brushing it off, I skipped past character select to customization. That bastard spent an hour last time just on that—I wasn't watching that shit again.
"Yo, keep customization light this time. Ten minutes max."
"Ten minutes? Come on."
"You psycho, you spent an hour just on your dick last time."
"Length! Shape! Girth! It's fucking crucial. Finding the golden ratio ain't easy."
"Golden ratio on your own cock?"
"Sigh, that's why Bing Ye-rin only stuck to me. Yours tastes like shit."
"Fuck off, I told you not to bring that up."
The memory hit: in Supreme Martial Heroes, the one I poured the most love into, Bing Ye-rin, went to Jun-sik. Pissed me off. But he had a point. I started with lazy default customs, while he spent an hour perfecting his—and the girls who slept with him never came back to me after.
"Fine, twenty minutes."
"Twenty's still short... but since I practiced, it'll do."
Who knows what monster dick he's crafting now. Anyway, seeing him go all out made me wanna put in effort too. Probably gonna be a beast again.
"Hyun-su, listen to hyung. Put some work into your cock. Chicks react different, swear."
"You nutjob, staring at a zoomed-up dick for an hour sculpting it? Human?"
"No pain, no gain."
"What kinda bullshit is that?"
Even if they were game NPCs—even my fave tutor waifu—it sucked when girls I'd warmed up ditched me for Jun-sik's pounding. Seeing them slobber over him after teasing me? Infuriating.
Ha... it was my dick, but zooming in and sculpting it up close? First, I refined my face to handsome perfection, broadened the shoulders... then the cock: lengthened it decently, thickened it, shaped it pretty... More effort than last time. No wonder stats say guys spend most custom time on their junk. Eye-opening, but speechless.
Customization done, I felt yanked somewhere, nerves firing up all over. This sensation never got old.
A medieval fantasy village. Brick houses and shops ringed a fountain square, beautiful vibe. I spawned by the fountain. Basic archer shirt and pants—standard fantasy starter gear, quiver on my back. Inventory had a bow too. Yep, generic archer.
Fantasy World wasn't unique, so probably like others: shabby starter gear upgrades to flashy level-scaled stuff later.
NPCs roaming were way hotter than real-life street average. VR games rule! If randos looked this good, named NPCs would be mind-melting. I parked on a bench ogling girls, but Jun-sik was AWOL.
"Twenty minutes up, Jun-sik. Get in here."
"Yeah~ done."
Experience said "done" meant ten more.
"Motherfucker, gotta curse you out to show?"
"For real, done."
A bit later, Jun-sik logged in.
"One game and prep takes forever."
"This is the most important part. You'd rushed me to twenty, normally it'd take longer."
"Whiny bitch. Anyway, adventurer guild."
"Roger. Let's snag some stunners for the party."
Why Jun-sik and I picked tank/archer? Mage/priest outfits on girls were insanely hot. If we took those, no eye candy.
Approaching the guild, other tanks, archers, mages around. Jun-sik gawked at female adventurers.
"Fuck... who thought up the No Underwear Mod? Nobel Peace Prize."
We had Nudity Mod too—medium male exposure, max female—but paired with no panties? Devastating. Standard mage robes: deep cleavage, side slits to the hip. Gust of wind and boom, full view. No bra meant perky nipples standard. Fantasy flavor vs. wuxia. Best game ever.
Jun-sik stared holes at a nearby mage's poking nipples; she covered up with a pervert glare.
"Too obvious, man. Gonna burn holes through her shirt."
"Tch... drooling here."
"Ugh, dial it back. No one's joining our party."
"Fine, fine. Good eyes. Good eyes."
"Ha... should've kept quiet."
Left Jun-sik, hit the guild receptionist. Whoa, total babe. Medieval office lady: round glasses, frilly white blouse, pink scarf like a stewardess. Yup, scarf = stewardess. (Fashion blind here.) Pink nipples teasing through the blouse? Silver lining. Fuck, OLs are the best.
"Hello, adventurer. How can I help?"
Conquerable? Worth a shot.
"Here to form a party. We're tank and archer."
"Looking for a mage and priest, right?"
Wanted to say you, but mouth said different.
"Yes."
"One moment, checking party requests."
She stood, checked papers behind. From seated, only upper body; lower was pink skirt and black stockings. Whoa. This OL knew what's up—stockings black. Fashion noob me sees the pink scarf/skirt harmony. Nipple peek too—pink trinity.
Conquerable for sure...
"Perfect matches: Mage Stella and Priest Aria."
Names screamed my girls. Locked in.
"Yes, match us with them."
"Right away, adventurer."
Her smile healed me unintended. Happy vibes...
Then Jun-sik burst in.
"Hold up, receptionist! Pause the matching!"
"Pardon? Understood."
Her puzzled tilt was cute... wait, why?
"What the hell, why stop?"
"Dude, I'm fucked."