Making More Money

Once dinner with her family was over and the cleanup more or less done, Jia found herself wanting to turn in early. She had the Tower to climb tomorrow, after all.

Out of habit she started to undress for her usual pre-bed shower — then froze.

"Haa..."

I'll have to get used to this for a while. I really hate this.

She couldn't skip the shower, so she stepped in — and the mirror greeted her with those enormous breasts and that heart-shaped patch of pubic hair.

The most absurd part was that her chest was so huge she couldn't even look down far enough to see the hair. It just looked like she'd suddenly packed on a lot of weight. The only reason it looked so bizarre was that every extra pound had gone to her breasts. They really were nothing more than slabs of flesh.

"Mm."

Aside from the massive slabs of flesh that had sprouted on her chest, nothing was actually wrong with her health, and her body's sensations hadn't gone haywire — so she finished her shower more normally than she'd expected. That didn't stop the whole thing from feeling deeply strange. Aside from flinching at the scratchy texture of the pubic hair, and the way it snagged whenever she used body wash, it was uneventful enough.

"Haa..."

It was the first day of her life this packed with shame and tension. With her body clearly destined to get even worse, she steeled herself as best she could, determined not to let her resolve waver. Whether she'd actually manage that remained to be seen.

If she'd been the one crafting the equipment, she would have dumped a bunch of weird abilities on herself all at once just to keep her from doing anything ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— and yet, somehow, it felt like only one thing was changing per day.

Is this some pervert who gets off on watching my reactions?

She had so little information on the person behind this that it was frustrating and terrifying. She wanted to believe a whole stack of cheat-like equipment wouldn't suddenly appear all at once — but she couldn't be sure, and that uncertainty was frightening.

If she set up a working hypothesis — if only one thing changed tomorrow, and the day after that — then she could treat it as confirmed, right? She was certain she'd catch the culprit before things got any worse. The only thing she actually knew was that it was a Korean man — but she had to keep holding herself together like this. Without that, she felt like she'd completely fall apart.

Perverts like this always get tripped up by their own perversions. I'm sure of it.

It was an instinctive conviction. Honestly, if she didn't think that way, the feeling of being so one-sidedly victimized would just make her furious. She wanted to go back to her ordinary life without receiving any of these "gifts."

"Haa..."

In the end, she couldn't bring herself to tell her boyfriend the truth. She'd made up an excuse about family matters, saying it'd be hard to see him for a while. Would she ever be able to take that lie back? She hadn't done anything wrong, yet she still felt guilty — and she forced herself to shake it off. The instant her heart softened even a little, she felt like she'd crumble, so she had to pretend to be even stronger.

She perched on the edge of the bed, and her enormous breasts swayed along with her. The thought that she could no longer even walk normally made her feel wretched. She was still so young — the unfairness of having to go through something like this made tears well up, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Then again, age had nothing to do with it. Nobody would just shrug this off and power through. She'd simply been unlucky. If being pretty and talented was a crime, then maybe that was her crime. She'd just been unlucky, that was all.

Minwoo watched until she'd dried her hair and fallen asleep. He'd originally planned to craft and sell equipment every ten minutes on the dot — but that resolution proved hollow when he dozed off for a bit.

He'd been tired lately, too. The tension, moving houses, using his brain more than usual. He hadn't been sleeping well, and he'd been running around all over the place — so sitting still on a clean, comfortable bed, with her voice as a lullaby, he'd had no choice but to nod off.

"Ah, dammit."

Was it a food coma from that hamburger? He made one excuse after another, then went right back to crafting equipment.

He produced twenty pieces that way — and astonishingly, not a single Rare dropped. Every last one came out Common.

The last chest piece came out in one go. Guess that's just how luck works.

Had he burned through all his luck making those breasts last time? Grumbling, he kept crafting. It was already eleven o'clock. In an hour, he'd be able to equip her with the next piece.

He was starting to get impatient — he wanted to watch her body change the moment the equipment went on. It'd be nice if the reward for what he'd made arrived instantly, but he couldn't convert gold coins into real money yet, so at least seeing her wear it would have to satisfy him. She wouldn't wake up right away, of course, so he wouldn't see her reaction until morning. But he could check how it looked once it was applied.

He'd been considering crafting all night, but he changed his mind.

"I should match my schedule to hers."

He needed to know what she was doing so he could prepare — so he figured he should go to sleep soon, too. Then he checked his assets.

On top of the ten batches of materials he'd already bought, he'd spent another 110 silver on ten more, and after selling the clit equipment he'd crafted, he was sitting at 2 gold, 200 silver.

What kind of money printer was this?

"Heh heh."

Was a few hours of work really worth this much? He checked the amount in his assets over and over. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A full 2 gold, 175 silver, 740 copper. Two hundred million won had materialized in an instant. He couldn't believe it, so he took a break and checked again.

It was real.

And he went right back to crafting. He'd definitely decided he should sleep. Spend 110 silver, make 1 gold 100 silver. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of this.

He bought another ten batches of materials. And the moment he crafted the tenth piece — a Rare dropped.

"Yes! That's it!"

He sold the other nine pieces first, confirmed his assets had climbed to 3 gold, 55 silver, 740 copper, then examined the Rare. Before he knew it, an hour and forty minutes had passed — it was already 12:40 in the morning — so he planned to just check the differences, equip it, and go to sleep. He opened his inventory.

It had gotten thicker, and two centimeters longer. Considering the typical size of a woman's clitoris, this was absurdly huge. Maybe it was the same principle as her breasts being far beyond any reasonable size.

He applied it to her without hesitation and watched. She was lying in a casual, comfortable position, as if trying to hide the anxiety in her heart. It was as if she'd known this future was coming. The comfortable clothes and underwear set she'd equipped as gear made her body look at ease, even if her expression was anxious. He'd watched her shower normally, too, but he found himself hoping she'd react the moment the equipment went on.

But even when her breasts had grown, she hadn't shown any signs of feeling it or getting aroused. Just the annoyed, uncomfortable look of someone whose belly fat had expanded. Still — maybe the clit would get a reaction.

She'd bought black sweatpants and a black short-sleeve T-shirt as equipment to stay as inconspicuous as possible, so she looked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dim and dark. The underwear was the same — black panties and bra. If this was all he could see, he'd naturally be disappointed — but he could check her naked form as well.

Her naked body was a spectacle. Even just the P-cup breasts spreading wide as she lay there, plus the heart-shaped pubic hair, was already abnormal — and then ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠something began slowly rising from between her thighs.

From the inner folds of her pussy — that hidden place where a grain-of-rice-sized clit had once existed, shy and small — it began to grow in presence. Before long it had swollen to the size of a kidney bean, the hood wrapping around it stretching out along with it. And it didn't stop there.

The clitoris pushed forward along with her front labia, jutting out like a little boy's penis. It wasn't erect yet, so it didn't stand up proudly — it drooped slightly downward — but its presence was unmistakable. Independent of any erection, a roughly five-centimeter, thumb-like, pale-red clit already sat precariously beneath its hood. It looked like it was threatening to burst out of that hood the moment anyone so much as flicked it.

Would she be able to endure this change, too?

As if possessed, he stared at her clitoris for a while, then checked the newly appeared recipe.

"This is it."

A jackpot recipe that would synergize with every piece of equipment had appeared. This one, in particular, absolutely had to be crafted as a Rare.

"Hoo."

He barely managed to calm his excitement, then decided it was best to stop here. If he stayed up all night, he wouldn't be able to watch what she did tomorrow — he had to hold back. He decided to go to sleep without hunting for materials or making other plans. Just the fact that something good had dropped was satisfying enough. And even if he wanted to make additional plans, it'd be much better to prepare while roughly watching what she was up to.

He decided to sleep and pick it up tomorrow, then closed his eyes and lay down. He'd turned up the volume on her audio, and when he closed his eyes, her breathing sounded like it was right beside him — it felt like they were sleeping together, which was a weird feeling. He tried to ignore it, lying there until he finally managed to fall asleep.