The Man Who Came to School
Chaewon recalled the changed Shinwoo after her memory loss. "Sister. Did you sleep well?" "Y-yeah! ...Shinwoo, did you sleep well too?" "Of course. Let's wash up and have breakfast together." "Yeah! Okay!"
If he wasn't in a bad mood and beating the family, her little brother used to stay shut up in his room all the time. Yet that same boy had come out to the living room early in the morning, matching their pace, just to eat with the family. Even eating with a woman was crazy enough, but Shinwoo was a man! If he really wanted to eat together, he could have made them wait at the table until he woke up from a deep sleep. But Shinwoo knew that would be inconvenient for them, so he didn't.
"Mijin. Want me to read you a fairy tale?" "R-really?! Big brother, that's awesome!" Before locking his door to work out, instead of tearing up the fairy tale book Mijin had bought, Shinwoo sat in the living room and read it with her.
"Mother. What is that scar on your back?" "Hmm? Oh, this! This was from back when Mom still couldn't cook, right? It's the stitch mark from when my son hit me with a frying pan." "...What did you say?"
He apologized to Mom for the past and the next evening gave her a shoulder massage. "Ehehehehe." Mom's reaction back then... honestly looked pathetic, but more than that, it made her jealous.
Chaewon came to like her changed little brother far more than before. But at the same time, she felt worried. There was that saying that people who changed suddenly would die. On top of that, the average lifespan of men in this world was only around thirty to forty years. She hoped her little brother would live even a little longer. It was fine even if he hit her like before.
"Chaewon... it looks like he's here again today?" "Haa." She had been walking down the school hallway, healing her heart by thinking of her little brother, when her friend who always stayed by her side noticed the presence behind them and tapped her shoulder. She could feel the envious gazes of the surrounding students, but Chaewon herself could only sigh.
"Hey. Han Chaewon. Stop for a second." Just as the greasy male voice commanded, Chaewon stopped walking down the hallway. "Turn around." She turned her body to match the voice that followed the order like a command.
Standing before her was the student council president of this prestigious high school. At the same time, he was a man who could undoubtedly be counted among the top less than one percent of handsome men in the entire world. His name was Yoo Duhak. He was 160 centimeters tall and weighed a mere 98 kilograms—a simply obese boy. In this world where extreme obesity or underweight was the norm for men, his physique was at a level where even Hollywood stars would beg to meet him. Moreover, his mother was the chairman of Korea's largest conglomerate. Like Shinwoo, he had one older sister and one younger sister. Yet he had never once committed the common practice of honor killing. In simple terms, even his personality was that of a saint by the standards of men in this world.
Such a perfect man among men was showing interest in her. Any ordinary woman would have panted like a dog with a collar around its neck. But in Chaewon's heart, there was already another man. That was why his persistent confession, which had already lasted a month, continued.
"Won't you go have tea with me today?" Leaving behind the painful cheers of the watching female students, Chaewon firmly refused once again. "I'm sorry, President. I have plans today." "...Hah! Plans? With that fat little brother you told me about before?" "......Yes."
Slap! What flew next wasn't words, but a slap across the cheek. Her head snapped to the side, her lip split and bleeding, but Chaewon simply stood there silently. The watching students worried for her, yet at the same time couldn't understand. No matter how much she had a little brother, the man before her was the ultimate handsome guy with only about a 60 kilogram and height difference. He was a flower boy! Why on earth was she being so stubborn?
Rumors had spread throughout the school that Chaewon couldn't sleep these days because of the confession issue. For the past ten days she'd been getting slapped nonstop, so her classmates were worried her teeth might fall out. But their worries were cleanly resolved along with the thoughts they shared.
"Sister?" An impossible physique walking toward Chaewon. He was a man, but not a pig. Nor was he a dried anchovy. Not too thin, not fat either—a man with a solid, powerful build. A body that looked like it belonged in a movie with heavy CG or a manhwa was now standing right behind Chaewon.
"Why is your face like that? Did you just get hit...?"
Thirty minutes before the incident.
The second-floor door that had remained stubbornly closed for so long finally opened amid hazy smoke. Shinwoo stepped outside for the first time in a month. "What time is it now?"
Chicken breast. Protein. Bulking up. For an entire month, his daily life had consisted solely of these three things. Even the craziest gym rat would have found it nearly impossible to complete such a course, yet he had just finished it. His height remained 182 centimeters. But his weight was now 81 kilograms. His body, with all fat completely burned away, had been sculpted into lean muscle, and chocolate abs had formed on his stomach.
It was probably a physique that would appear only once in the entire history of humanity in this world—a perfectly carved male body. Like a Greek sculptor had painstakingly crafted every detail, Shinwoo's appearance had become that of a male god of beauty in this world. An absolute beauty. Only Shinwoo himself remained completely unaware of how dangerous his looks were. He had been handsome enough even in his prime in the previous world.
"Looks like everyone's already left." He'd come down wearing only panties to see his family after so long, but the living room was empty. It was already the time when everyone had gone to work. That was when he noticed it. "Huh? This is... isn't this Sister Chaewon's lunchbox?"
Had she been too busy lately? It seemed his sister had gone to school and forgotten her own lunchbox. The neatly placed lunchbox on the dining table. When he opened the lid, he saw the contents carefully packed inside. From what he'd heard, the school his sister attended was Korea's representative prestigious high school where talents from all over the world gathered. Rather than uniform Korean meals, they preferred students bringing various foods that reflected their own country's character. That was why she packed a lunchbox.
Shinwoo remembered hearing that story from his sister before. "This won't do. I have to take it to her." Without even needing to think twice, he immediately picked up the lunchbox with one hand. No matter how you looked at it, his sister was an honor student praised for her intelligence even at that prestigious school. To maintain that kind of brain until school ended, a meal to support her mental strength was obviously essential. Plus, he wanted to test out his newly lightened body.
And so, Shinwoo left the house with a body that could make any woman who happened to pass by faint on the spot. Fortunately, the distance between their apartment and his sister Chaewon's prestigious school was only about ten minutes. And since it was a time when there weren't many people around, no major accidents occurred while Shinwoo made his way to school. There were only a few women walking on the street at that time who couldn't believe their eyes and ended up going to the ophthalmologist together as a group.
But when he arrived at school and instinctively sensed the bad atmosphere, hurrying up to the top floor, he had no choice but to twist the expression he always claimed he could keep smiling with in front of his family. Female students who were worried but couldn't dare intervene because the other party was a man. In that situation of mere spectators, his sister stood touching her bruised cheek and torn lip. And that pig bastard raising his hand to hit her again.
With darkened eyes, Shinwoo began pushing through the crowd. Someone was suddenly trying to push past them. The female students turned around one by one. And their faces went from surprise to utter shock. They couldn't tear their eyes off him. And when he stood behind her, calling the vice president "sister," the stopped time of the female students began moving all at once. An exclamation that seemed to shake the entire school burst out.
Broad shoulders. A firm chest. Long limbs and back muscles that could completely cover her from behind. A fantasy movie character with heavy CG had appeared in reality and was calling her "sister." And that person was none other than her little brother.
"R-really... Shinwoo, is that you?" Chaewon stuttered, unable to believe it. It was understandable—she had never even considered that a man with this kind of physique could exist. The student council president Yoo Duhak, whom she had thought was more handsome than her brother in terms of appearance, now looked like a fat squid. She looked him up and down, so shocked and excited that she poked his chest once to check if it was real. Only after realizing it was firm instead of soft like a woman's did she come back to her senses. "I-it's real... this is..." "What is?" "Ah, no... I thought maybe a girl binding her chest and crossdressing was pretending to be my brother..." "What kind of nonsense is that?"
Even in this situation, Shinwoo smiled at his sister whose eyes were sparkling. Maybe because he was a head taller than her, he unconsciously stroked her hair, thinking she must have gone through a lot. Then, seeing Chaewon quietly accepting the head pats, he chuckled and stroked it even more. A little while later, he walked over to somewhere else.
"Y-you, youyouyou, what the hell are you!" The one who had once reigned as the handsome guy of this high school. But now, with the appearance of a real handsome man, he had become a fat squid—the student council president Yoo Duhak stood before him. Even he, as a fellow male, had lowered his head at the appearance of a perfect real male far superior to himself. On the surface he kept acting tough, but in truth Yoo Duhak had already noticed. The gazes of the female students who had desperately looked only at him no matter what he did until now. Those gazes were now all fixed on this parasitic pretty boy.
It seemed impossible to win back the women's hearts even if he cursed and hit this kid here. So Yoo Duhak decided to act cool in this situation. He smirked and arrogantly lifted his head. At first he thought of putting an arm around his shoulders, but because of the height difference of more than a head, he had no choice but to place his hand on Shinwoo's shoulder as he spoke in a greasy tone. "Well... sorry about that." "Sorry about what?"
The way this kid younger than him was talking. As expected, he must have gotten some weird surgery on the outside; inside he's as primitive as any other man, Yoo Duhak thought. He snorted and continued. "That thing over there. That." "...You mean my sister?" "Yeah. Sorry. I didn't think there would already be an owner. Still, I was pretty fond of that bitch. If you ever want to sell her used, contact me."
Finishing his words, Yoo Duhak slyly slipped his business card into Shinwoo's pocket. This is what a top one percent man is, he thought to himself, convinced he wasn't losing to Shinwoo at all. He smiled with satisfaction. And like a victor, he tried to turn his back on Shinwoo with leisure. But he couldn't.
Thud. With a dull sound, his vision spun. For a brief moment he saw the female students turning pale with shock and Han Chaewon covering her mouth with both hands in surprise. Then, seeing Shinwoo with darkened eyes clenching his fist, Yoo Duhak spun around and slammed into the floor, losing consciousness immediately.