Dogeza, the National Sport of the NTR Genre!

On his first day in this other world, what Kim Yujin did was simple. Just checking the bizarre text floating in front of his eyes.

The moment he saw it, he knew the 'Unique Traits' were the original Kim Yujin's. Charisma, intimidation, terror. Words that felt light-years away from him. Just looking at them made his flesh crawl.

Acquired Traits were ones he'd supposedly gained himself... 'So the traits I have are Optimistic Thinking and Communication Disorder?' No, really, what the hell was Communication Disorder? Did they count that as a trait? Wasn't that a bit much? The only one that looked halfway decent was 'Imoogi that Swallowed the Yeouiju.' But it was too abstract—he had no idea what it did. An imoogi that swallows a yeouiju ascends to become a dragon, right? Maybe it meant he had the potential to become one? ...Or maybe that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was just over-optimism from the 'Optimistic Thinking' trait. Whatever. It didn't matter much. He'd lived fine without knowing so far. Yujin decided not to overthink it.

'So what am I supposed to do with this?'

To confess again at this point: Kim Yujin had been a student who only studied during his school days. Meaning he had zero connection to web novels, comics, or games. Suddenly shoving a status window in front of a guy like that? It was like a first-time Subway customer. No way he'd know what to do.

Still, he had a bare minimum of brains. The numbers and arrows stood out immediately. He realized he could adjust the values with them. Kim Yujin stared at it quietly. Cautiously, he boosted the top stat, strength.

'Ooh! So that's how you raise the numbers?'

He sat up from where he'd been lying and tried lifting the bed. He could feel it budge—something he'd never have dreamed of normally. Just one button press, and he'd gotten stronger. 'Whoa, this is wild.'

Was this normal in this world? Raising stats however you wanted to boost your power? The rest probably worked the same. Raise strength for more power, agility to get faster. He didn't know the principle, but it was definitely convenient.

'If you can raise them, can you lower them too?'

Testing, he pressed the down arrow next to it. The number reverted.

Looks like he could raise and lower stats freely. But points decreased accordingly. 20 points was the limit. Meaning distribute those 20 however he wanted.

'But what's strength 10 even mean?'

Thinking mathematically: Strength 11 could move a bed. Strength 12 moves two beds? 'Nah, no way.'

Even so, that was pushing it. Probably just a little stronger at most. But definitely stronger than now, for sure.

'This is a fantasy world with monsters roaming around, right? Better pump strength first? Or agility?'

Yujin pondered briefly. Then realized something. There was no stat he had to raise.

Luck first—probably the luck for buying lottery tickets. But he was chaebol now. No need for lotteries. Just buy what he wanted with money.

Agility would make him faster, sure, but at 10 already? Faster than a train or plane? He had money anyway. Taxi for urgent stuff. Hell, he even had a personal secretary. One call, and he'd be picked up anywhere.

Mana? No clue what that was for.

So luck, agility, mana—all pretty useless! Even in a game, he'd deliberate more, but Yujin didn't go that far.

'Hmm... alright.'

After a moment's thought, Kim Yujin made his choice.

Mana and luck were useless. Dump them all into strength. Strength is justice, after all!

'Nah, more strength can't hurt. I could even push Grandpa's cart for him.'

Whatever, he could tweak later. Light-hearted, he jabbed the button.

He left agility and stamina alone. Messing with daily life too much wasn't smart. That wrapped up his stat fiddling, and a new message popped up.

Huh, whatever it was, he'd even gotten new skills.

'Kuh, see? Life's all about going all-in!'

This felt like a solid play. Pride swelled seeing the new list.

'Set auto-activation too.'

Whatever, auto sounded convenient. No need to toggle manually.

'Wonder how much strength 50 is. Time to test.'

Just as Kim Yujin started to stand, a knock sounded.

"P-P-Patient, time for a b-blood test...! It doesn't hurt at all, it's totally necessary, so please...!"

"Ah, um, sure."

"Young master, are you alright?!"

"Tell us if anything hurts! We'll blow this hospital to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bits!"

"H-Hiiik!"

"......Quiet."

The sudden nurse and underlings. Here too, his Communication Disorder shone. The status window faded to the back of his mind. He hadn't thought deeply about it anyway. To him, stats were just a bonus. Not something that'd hugely impact real life.

'Would've been nice if I could raise intelligence or looks.'

That was his level of thought. No way he'd grasp their importance. Besides, fun school days ahead. No need to obsess over stats.

And on his first day at school. With lowered luck and abnormally high strength. The 'Herculean Strength' skill deeming 'Cheolsu' an enemy. Their perfect synergy resulted in... Kim Yujin blowing Kim Cheolsu away.

...

An unfamiliar ceiling.

"......"

Kim Cheolsu lay hospitalized, arm in a cast. He stared blankly at the ceiling, like a patient awaiting the last leaf's fall.

Maybe not far off. His hope lay in tatters.

I lost.

To Kim Yujin, whom he hated to death. In one hit, no less. Pathetically, in front of the whole school.

He'd lost completely.

'Damn, how'd it end up like this?'

He'd been confident. Top of the academy. Sure, Kim Yujin's infamy was huge. But that was the organization's might, not his personal power—or so he'd thought.

'One hit. That's all it took to feel the gap.'

His pride as a man crushed in an instant. Overwhelming pressure he couldn't surmount. The humiliation of rolling on the floor. Comfort like facing a wall. All negative emotions piled up, clinging stickily to his body.

'Can I win next time?'

Not even bravado could claim it. Pure overwhelming power. He couldn't picture beating him. Couldn't imagine toppling the guy. Defeated before the fight even started. No way to win like this.

Cheolsu bowed his head under the crashing despair.

—Knock knock.

A knock at the door. Cheolsu's lips curved in a feeble smile. With all relationships severed by Kim Yujin, only his childhood friend Younghee would visit.

"Younghee..."

But as the door opened, his face twisted hideously.

The culprit stood there. Kim Yujin.

This bastard. How shameless...'

He'd tormented his precious person. Broken his arm today. And now he shows his face? Rage boiled at the audacity.

"You okay?"

Even those words were humiliating. Who do you think caused this?! Whose prank brought this despair?!

"Ahem. It's nothing much."

Kim Yujin pushed in a luxury fruit basket. Something a poor guy like him couldn't dream of buying. Flaunting his wealth. Loathing surged.

Showing you're a better man than me, huh?'

Background, wealth, ability, strength. Kim Yujin dominated every aspect. Undeniable. That made it more humiliating.

Kim Yujin stood silently, just looking him over.

Yeah, hated that gaze from first sight.

Like he was beneath him. Those endlessly condescending black eyes. A fierce urge to make him look up.

"Sorry about this. Didn't mean to go that far."

But hearing that, Cheolsu had to admit defeat.

Just a warning this time? No, more like a threat. Sparing him an arm this once. No next time.

And I can't do a damn thing about it?'

He couldn't surpass the guy now. Kim Yujin came to etch that in. That he could beat trash like him anytime. Force him to kneel whenever.

"......Get out."

Kim Yujin stared silently. But Kim Cheolsu couldn't meet his eyes. Afraid it'd truly break him.

Kim Yujin stood there as if waiting. Defeat welled up inside. Oppressive pressure even breathing hurt. To endure took all his strength. Cheolsu kept picturing Younghee.

How much time passed? Kim Yujin turned.

"I'll come again."

Only after he left did Kim Cheolsu relax. Realized he'd been holding his breath. Back soaked in cold sweat.

This is all I can do now?'

Just pathetically thrashing without submitting. That was his limit. Utter humiliation. Yet Kim Cheolsu steeled his resolve. To protect his one childhood friend.

...

'Ah, what do I do? He seems really pissed.'

Leaving the room, Yujin sighed deeply. Cheolsu was furious. Wouldn't even make eye contact. He'd prepared apologies, but they wouldn't come out. Facing that wounded expression killed his words. Any would fall flat. No glance at the gift. Only curses for his apology. Reconciliation impossible now.

'I'd be pissed too.'

Promised to hang with a friend. Then that friend breaks your arm. No grounds to complain if ties cut.

Hero Academy valued health. Broken arm—the most crucial one. Shame enough Cheolsu couldn't show his face.

'Won't cool off soon. Give time, apologize later.'

Facing the culprit while raging? Only fuels it more. Yujin told Park Secretary beside him.

"Compensate Cheolsu."

"Pardon? Compensation... you say?"

Chaebol life now. Use it when it counts. At least cover all medical bills. Plus mental damages. Ease his mind a bit.

"Yes, as much as possible. Enough to convey my feelings."

Not sure the amount. Solving with money wasn't ideal. Better leave to adults.

"I... don't quite follow."

Park Secretary looked baffled. Blinking.

"Give Cheolsu money. Was I unclear?"

His eyes widened. Then grinned like he got it.

"Ahh, got it! I'll handle it."

Sigh, why so scary even agreeing? Looked like he'd buried a few people. How'd he end up a student secretary?

'Hope this conveys some sincerity.'

Thinking that while walking the hall.

"Um, excuse me..."

Sudden voice. He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠looked up—then down, seeing no one. There stood a girl. White name tag on her chest: Lee Younghee.

!..... !....... ......

'Whoa, she's pretty.'

Clear and cute. This world had tons of hotties, but she topped them.

'...Why's a girl like that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠talking to me?'

Cult? Or knew original Kim Yujin? With this face, a girlfriend wouldn't be weird.

"I... was wrong..."

But the vibe was off. Mumbling in a sinking voice. Eyes even tearing up.

Younghee clung to his arm, pleading.

"I won't resist anymore. I'll do anything. Please... stop now. I beg you."

Like a sinner begging unforgivable forgiveness. What the hell happened? Why was such a girl pleading?

'Did I lend her money or something?'

Glanced at Park Secretary behind. Still expressionless, silent.

'Guess I handle this myself?'

Situation check first.

"No idea what you're talking about."

Her eyes widened. Then she bit her lip, realizing something.

"I... understand..."

Suddenly, she knelt. Black hair cascaded to her waist. Clear eyes squeezed shut, enduring. Hands on floor. Forehead to ground. Slim shoulders trembled. Small nape. White uniform hid waist and back. That was all visible.

"Please... I beg you..."

Choking voice, submissive to a master.

"Spare me just this once..."

......Ah, damn. What the hell is this?