11. Introductions and a Proposal

I handed off the girl, too drunk to tell up from down, to the villa landlady and crossed the now-familiar green gate back to my rooftop room. Staring down at my palm, still tingling with that warm, squishy softness, I replayed the events from moments ago. After a brief flashback, etching the addictive heft of her breasts into my memory, I opened the shop window right away.

Thinking I'd snag some Penis Length Enhancers with tonight's points before bed, just like before—maybe ten or so—an unexpected alert popped up.

"Eh??"

I rubbed my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes like an idiot at the alert about the enhancer price changing based on my dick size, but it didn't budge. With the price already doubled right now, the time and effort to hit my target size had just doubled too. And assuming more price hikes down the line, the points I'd need to turn my cock into a monster could balloon to four times, eight times—or even more than I'd planned. A real headache.

Even now, spending 11 points on Penis Length Enhancers (Length) would've given me 1.1cm growth before, but with the new price, it was a pathetic 0.6cm. Sure, the Yas System gave me the chance to become huge in the first place, but human greed knows no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bounds—like when your usual 1,000-won snack suddenly costs 2,000. Straight-up felt like a rip-off.

But unlike that snack, the Yas System had a way of shutting down complaints: no alternatives. I was the 'weak' one, forced to play by the 'strong' system's rules. If I didn't like it, I could ditch everything I'd gained, wipe my system memories, and give up on ever getting big. Yeah, as if.

My thoughts spiraled that far from just one price hike, and the flicker of annoyance in my chest faded. I meekly spent my 11 points on six enhancers. I'll just grind harder for more quest points... Yeah, yeah.

I dumped all six from my inventory into my mouth and flopped my tired body onto the bed. Drifting off with the thrill that my morning wood would be 10.5cm when I woke up.

The sunlight stabbing through the window jolted me awake around 1:30 PM, well past lunchtime. Glancing down, my cock was tenting the blanket so obviously now, poking up proudly. Finally hitting double digits before the decimal—my 10.5cm beast. I gave it a gentle stroke and hauled my heavier-feeling body upright.

Slept, but not really. No wonder everyone hates night shifts; flipping day and night messes with your rhythm. Still, double the hourly wage plus the boss's monthly gift card up to 200,000 won? I could handle the fatigue.

I'll get used to it.

[Grrrrowl~]

My stomach growled nonstop since last night's dinner. I scarfed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠down a triangle kimbap and cup ramen from the fridge, then headed out for my post-meal smoke, same as always.

Leaning on the railing at the corner with a clear view of the opposite rooftop—always lined with laundry—I lit up.

[Flick! Flick! Clink!]

As the cig tip glowed red and white smoke billowed from my mouth, the door across opened. There she was—the one whose tits I'd groped hours ago—basket in hand, wearing knee-length leggings and a baggy tee.

First time seeing her do laundry since I jerked off to it last time.

[Thud! Step step.]

Her slightly puffy eyes spotted me. She set the basket down and walked straight over. Heart pounding, thinking she knew about the boob grab and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was coming to chew me out—but her words were totally different.

"You're the guy who brought me home this morning, right? Thanks."

"Yeah, glad you got in safe."

Our first chat kicked off with her prim little thank-you.

"I'm Kim Yunah. 28 this year. You?"

"Kim Hyungsik, 22."

"Guess that makes me way older... Drop the formalities?"

"Sure, whatever's comfy."

"Cool, you too—just casual."

Finally, names: Kim Yunah. Despite being strangers, she went straight for casual. Pretty free-spirited.

"But... I didn't do anything stupid at the convenience store last night, right?"

"Nah, you just drank and crashed. No issues."

"Phew, good."

She sighed in relief at my words. Looked like she didn't remember the tit mauling.

"Anyway. That time you peeped on me doing laundry—you, right?"

"Uh! That was..."

"Knew it. I'll let it slide since you helped this morning. Peek like a perv again, and you're dead."

"Got it!"

Yunah noona brought up my jerk-off peeping sesh, teasing me by bobbing my head yes-no-yes, then thrusting out a clenched fist. Cute contrast to her hidden killer curves.

She turned back, grabbed the basket, and started hanging laundry. Midway, her leggings-clad ass stuck out, sunlight revealing a hint of the cleft—no panties? Even what looked like plump pussy lips peeking through...

Chained to that dizzying sight while smoking, our eyes met when she suddenly turned.

"Peeping again?"

"This? Instinct for any guy. How could I not stare at a hottie like you, noona?"

Unlike before, I shot back boldly. She smirked faintly—my 'pretty' compliment landed—teasing me as a perv.

"Guys... all pervs, every one."

"Yup, all dudes are pervs. No exceptions."

"What? You're no saint either..."

She chuckled at my shamelessness, hanging clothes while subtly arching her ass out more. What? Calls me a perv but sticks it out more? Classic mixed signals. Didn't stop me from enjoying the view, puffing smoke as I drank it in.

Two cigs later, mesmerized by that moon-ass line, she picked up the last item from the basket. Done hanging, she dusted her hands and sauntered to the railing near me.

Then, Yunah noona's bombshell proposal.

"Hyungsik, you seem kinda unique... Wanna do nude modeling?"

"Huh? Nude model? Outta nowhere?"

"Weird to ask a stranger, I know, but the guy we had bailed last minute. You look fit, and no hang-ups about this stuff, so... thought I'd ask."

"..."

My dick had ballooned insanely since the old days, but still small for a normie. Hesitant on her offer—trauma not fully beaten yet.

"Pays great too. Three hours a day, we split 1 mil. Sound good?"

As her high-pay temptation wrapped up, things got worse—a fourth quest alert over my lens.