Custom Makeover and Office Beatdown
Workplace stress? Solved with mods. Once my height shot up by 10cm, the world looked different. Not drastically different, but I could definitely feel the change.
I stared into the full-length mirror again. There stood a man who was unmistakably me—but nothing like the old me.
"…I could probably be an actor with this."
I'd told myself I was just adjusting things carefully. But damn, the human heart doesn't play by the rules. Compared to before, I'd undergone something like a wuxia novel's bone transformation and rebirth—a strikingly handsome young man gazed back at me.
"Skin's fucking flawless…."
It felt like groping someone else's body. And then.
"……."
I tugged down my pants to inspect my sleeping little brother.
"Hm, not bad at all."
The beast slumbered proudly, its potential evident even at rest. Shoulders squared, confidence surged.
"Kuh, heh heh heh…."
I collapsed to the floor, clamping a hand over my mouth to stifle the giggles.
"This… is better than winning the lottery, right?"
Lottery jackpot? After taxes, maybe 1.3 billion won. But me? I'd achieved a fantasy no amount of that cash could buy. Guys grind away, shaving bones for 1cm, 2cm gains, side effects be damned. Me? Perfect upgrade, zero drawbacks.
"Gotta reissue my ID and driver's license now…?"
A minor hassle from the new face popped up. Social ties? Pfft, nothing beyond this shit company and the pub side gig. Ditch 'em all. Oh, and the loan sharks….
"Wait! Doesn't this let me hide from those loan shark bastards too?"
Brilliant idea. I grinned wide and scrambled for my wallet. If my looks changed for real, maybe I didn't legally owe that debt anymore? They'd never find me like this.
And then.
"Huh…?"
I pulled out my ID. Froze. The photo matched my new face perfectly. Driver's license too. The customization didn't just hit my body—it updated everything.
"Ha… what a trip. Should I be thrilled…?"
No despair here. If it applied everywhere, that was a win. Big time.
"Yeah, money's just something I'll make now."
I straightened up and dove back into the mod list. Amid hundreds, one caught my eye.
"……."
Not a money-maker, per se. But.
"This'll be fun, huh?"
Found a gem I really liked.
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The weekend flew by. First time in ages I relaxed without a care. Spent it combing mods for cash schemes. No quick wins, sadly.
If only there was a 'add money' mod….
No such luck—cheat codes handle that in games, not mods. Pure mod-only rules meant no duplicating cash. Fine, though. Plenty of modern-useful mods in the bunch.
"Good morning."
Light steps carried me to the office earlier than usual. Shitty small company, cramped space as always. Normally I'd drag my feet, barely scraping in on time. But today? Happy heart, 30 minutes early.
Only one person inside.
"……."
"Ah, Assistant Manager Kim Seon-ha. You're in early too? You always come this early?"
"……Yes."
Kim Seon-ha, my peer but promoted ahead as my senior. She barely glanced up, tone dripping disinterest.
Even with the new face, same reaction.
Customization tweaked memories too, apparently. Even as an actor-level looker, her recollection was of ignoring 'handsome me'.
Wouldn't shift overnight.
But that changing expression soon? Can't wait.
I eyed her averted gaze, sat at my desk. Soon, the boss and others trickled in. Boss spotted me, beamed, approached.
"Oh, Lee Ji-hoon. Early bird today? Something good happen?"
"Haha, just recharged over the weekend."
"Good stuff. Rest up, work hard—expecting big things this week!"
"Yes, sir."
Deep down, I wanted to hurl my resignation and spit in his face. But I played normal. No ties binding me now—mods meant I'd out-earn any salary. Still, no big-money mod yet. Quitting rashly? Loan sharks might think I bolted.
At least no drum-of-oil drowning worries.
For now, stick around to dodge hassle. And besides.
"Ah, good morning, Team Leader."
"Yeah."
"……."
This place had debts worth collecting.
So, when to start…?
I licked my lips, recalling that weekend mod, biding time. Then.
"Hey, Lee. Come here."
"Yes."
Park Jae-jun called. I paused work, headed over.
Tap… tap… tap….
He drummed his pen on the desk, silent as I stood by. Then.
"Lee, forget something?"
"Forget what, sir?"
His nitpicking kicked off.
"Look at this. Friday, you spaced out, right?"
"……."
"Ditched work for weekend fun? Rested so good you're all chipper? Early bird too. Tsk."
"…Mind telling me what this is about?"
"Still don't get it?"
Park Jae-jun raised his voice for the whole office. Public shaming. Everyone glanced over mid-task. He jabbed my solar plexus with his pen.
"Production report. Not submitted yet? Forgot?"
"……."
Fist clenched at his words. That report? Finished right up to quitting time, emailed.
"I submitted it. Did you check your email?"
"What? Implying I didn't check?"
He moused to his inbox.
Click, click.
"See for yourself. Any email from me? Lying now too?"
"……."
No trace in his inbox. But I sent it.
This fucker….
His old trick. Partly why Kim Seon-ha lapped me in promotions.
Deleted it. No need to check mine—obvious.
Entry-level, shared login for work. His go-to.
He smirked at me, glanced at Kim Seon-ha nearby.
"I recall Assistant Manager Kim reminding you Friday. Submit on time, no OT."
"……."
"But you don't submit? For real? Colleague cares that much on your non-duty—you show some gratitude!"
Boss sighed softly from his desk. Tearing me down, propping her as caring teammate. Whatever gets the girl, I guess.
"Ha."
"You laughing?"
Sorry, Park Jae-jun. No more bowed head, gritted teeth.
"This is fucking bullshit."
"Wha—?"
Dead silence blanketed the office. Keyboards, pens—all stopped. Eyes on me.
"I sent it. Don't believe? Check CCTV?"
"You… fucking lost it?! In the office—?!"
Before he yapped more.
Clack.
Snatched his keyboard.
"Lee, what the—."
Boss spoke from afar. But I cut in first.
"Talking out your ass━!!"
Wham!
Thud, pat-pat-pat!
"Guhk…!"
Smashed his crown. Not once.
"The report! Didn't send?! You fucking prick!! Know your limits━!!"
Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!
"Heh, ugh… w-wait…."
Five crown-cracks. Blood flowed, keyboard shattered.
"You crazy fuck!! Lee!! What the hell?!"
Boss bolted up, yelling.
"Kim Joo-im! Call the cops now—!!"
"Cops? Go ahead."
Clunk, clunk.
Dropped the wreckage, advanced on boss.
"Wha—Lee, hold on…! S-stay back…! I didn't do shit!"
Boss backpedaled, terrified. Fresh off seeing Park's skull split.
He knew what was coming. And.
"Didn't do shit? You goddamn thief━!!"
Wham━!
Kicked his gut.
"Guhk…!"
Solar plexus nailed, he crumpled, gasping. Martial Arts Motion Mod kick—hurt like hell.
Grabbed his collar.
Slap!
"Ughk!"
"No OT pay even after late nights…."
Slap!
"S-stop…!"
"Shitty tasks with 'passion.'"
Slap!
"Please…!"
"Why the fuck am I picking up your kid from academy━!!"
Wham!
"Kuaagh!"
Final punch flipped him. Cheeks blazing red, lips bleeding.
I turned. Kim Joo-im, phone in hand.
"……."
"H-heek… n-no…! Haven't called cops yet…!"
Our eyes met; he shook his head, pale.
I smiled sweetly.
"Nah, it's fine. Report properly. This prick'll nitpick Do-yoon again."
Thud.
"Y-yes…?"
Kicked boss's belly fat gently as I spoke kindly. Kim Joo-im teared up, voice trembling.
One left.
"……."
"Hup…!"
Locked eyes with Kim Seon-ha. She gulped, face ashen.
Step, step.
Approached her.
"Wh-why…! I didn't do anything to you, Ji-hoon…!"
"……."
Terror of my intent—she retreated. Hit the wall, cornered.
"Hey."
"Heek…!"
Face-to-face. Pale, teary, gasping.
I reached out.
Swoosh….
Squish….
"……."
"Eh…?"
"Got a question."
One hand engulfed her massive breast. Bra-filtered bounce and firmness exploded into my palm.
"Eut, hng… stop…."
Knead, knead.
Groped hard while glaring. She whimpered, pushed my shoulder weakly. Too scared to scream.
"Why do you treat me like shit?"
"…Eut, wh-what?"
Massaged as I asked the burning question. She hadn't wronged me much. Just her attitude—icy stares, tongue-clicks passing by. That irked me.
"Did I wrong you? Piss you off somehow?"
"Hng, ugh… th-that's…."
Leaned in, stared into her teary eyes.
"Never hit on you like the others. Treated you as senior despite being peers. Or do I stink? Filthy?"
Squeeze….
Gave her breast a harder grip mid-knead.
"Euuut…!"
Painful groan escaped her.
And then.
"Hng, ugh… eut, s-sorry, hng, sorry… sorry…."
No answer—just endless apologies.
"Ha… not what I asked."
"Sorry… hng, sorry…."
"Whatever."
Thud.
Shoved the crying woman lightly.
Step, step.
Back to my desk. Surveyed: Park Jae-jun clutching head, boss sprawled, Kim Seon-ha trembling.
"Haa~, fucking refreshing."
Grinned bright, stretched. The three victims and staff gawked like I was insane.
"Do-yoon."
"Y-yes…?!"
Eyed Kim Joo-im.
"Cops?"
"Uh, well… n-not yet…."
"Told you to call."
Too stunned to act, apparently. Less hassle for me anyway.
I gazed into space.
Enemy Reset Mod activated.
Familiar chime, screen popped up. And.
"Ugh… B-boss."
"Ah, Park Team Leader. What?"
"Uh… head's bleeding. Mind if I head to the hospital quick?"
"The spot Lee hit? Careful next time. Go on."
"Thanks…."
Park Jae-jun approached boss for half-day leave. I waved cheerily as he passed.
"Take care, Team Leader."
"……."
He glared—same old contempt.
"Do your damn job right, Lee. I'll check when back."
"Yes, sir."
Glanced at Kim Seon-ha, who'd peeled off the wall. Tap-tap. Back at her desk, working.
"……."
"……."
"……Why stare, Ji-hoon?"
"Ah, nothing. You okay, Assistant Manager Kim?"
"What?"
"Just now, I… squeezed kinda hard."
"No big deal. Get to work."
"Yes."
She acted like nothing happened. Everyone else too. No more psycho stares.
"Kh, khh, kuh heh…."
I face-planted on my desk, muffling laughter. Nearly burst out.
Mods… are the fucking best.