Forging the Alpha: 21 Years of Iron and Ambition
That was how I ended up in this world, and a solid twenty-one years had passed since then.
To sum up what happened during that time...
First off, my older sister Yuri was now in her third year at university, and Yuna was about to start her freshman year this coming semester.
As I grew up, I drew on my past life's experience investing in stocks right after turning eighteen, saving up the pocket money Mom gave me bit by bit and putting it to work early on.
The companies and tech level here were identical to my previous world.
How identical? Bitcoin's value skyrocketed at exactly the same time.
At first, I thought it was too good to be true, but since we got generous government support every year anyway and money wasn't an issue, I dumped a hefty chunk into Bitcoin just in case.
The result? I became a walking money printer—assets that never seemed to dwindle no matter how much I spent.
Of course, I kept it a secret from the family.
Anyway, with the dividends rolling in, I invested most of it in myself.
In my past life, I'd relied solely on studying, leaving my body in a pathetic state overall.
Random pains would crop up out of nowhere all the time.
I regretted that deeply and hated it.
So the moment money hit the joint internet banking account Mom and I set up, I started filling my room with workout gear, one piece at a time.
Mom was shocked when she saw the pull-up bar arrive at our front door, and she worried a ton.
In this world, men were seen as fragile, needing protection from women.
They were treated like flowers in a greenhouse from birth, so it made sense.
Anyway, after bringing in that first prized pull-up bar, I graduated from light dumbbells to a full bench press setup and weight plates.
With a complete home gym, I dedicated exactly two hours every single day, rotating muscle groups without fail.
That consistent grind for six years—long before adulthood—got me to the point where a 500kg big three was a breeze.
My height? Over 190cm, thanks to mystery European dad genes or whatever. My hulking, muscle-packed frame tipped the scales at just over 90kg.
Objectively speaking, my face was damn handsome.
Korean genes from Mom mixed with European ones gave me sharp features, radiant blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes.
Side note: Junior boasted an inhuman 25cm+ when erect.
Last time I got bored messing around alone in my room and measured with a tape: glans circumference around 14cm, shaft about 13cm, if memory served.
Compared to my past life, it was easily 1.5 times bigger, so adapting to that heavy swing between my legs took some time.
...Anyway, maintaining this blessed god-tier body with a strict diet meant no more late-night delivery binges like before—no random illnesses either.
I'd straight-up become the epitome of an alpha male. If my jaw had been ridiculously square, I'd be a proper gigachad.
Mom started out worried watching me bulk up like this but eventually stopped nagging.
She used to hover with anxious eyes every session—"What if you get hurt? Shouldn't I watch over you?"—but now she let me train freely.
"Tsk...! Hoo!"
Today, too, I crushed my usual one-hour chest routine without a single interruption.
My body was soaked in sweat long ago, and the final set of push-ups had my pecs screaming—a siren's song to my ears.
"Hoo...! Right! Wait! Baby!"
I wiped down the area with a towel, cracked the window for ventilation, and headed straight to the shower.
Showers were always ice-cold. Kept the muscle tension locked in, or so they say.
...It was early January, smack in the middle of winter, by the way.
I finished the bracing cold rinse and stepped out to my room—window open, winter chill dominating the space.
"Whoa, shit... fucking freezing, goddamn... ugh..."
Humidity and smell gone, I dragged my shivering ass to the window, slammed it shut, and threw on clothes fast.
Normally it'd be a comfy functional tee and shorts, but I went with a white short-sleeve tee under a black hoodie.
Gray track pants for bottoms.
Wearing layers just to stay home? Why?
"Minhyuk~ You ready to head out?"
Today was the day for my K University enrollment physical at the hospital—complete with admission.
Why admit for a physical? It was a week of monitoring to check social skills, gender authenticity, the works.
Just dressing up for my rare outing.
Knock knock knock
"Minhyuk?"
"Yeah, Mom. All dressed—coming out now."
Mom knocking and urging me on? Appointment time was closing in.
Glanced at the clock: 11:30 already.
Reservation at noon, twenty minutes to the hospital—we really had to hustle.
I ran a comb through my hair, slicked it back simply, and stepped out.
Not just Mom—both sisters were waiting too, a trio at my door.
"Huh? Yuna and Sis coming along?"
I asked Mom, but the sisters' reactions spoke for her.
"...You're gone a whole week at the hospital, right? What about the morning hugs you give Sis?"
"Wuu... Oppa gone means no head pats for Yuna..."
These brocon sisters tag-teamed their puppy eyes, feigning heartbreak.
From kids, they'd been obsessed with my hair color, clinging nonstop. Even as adults, they stuck to me like glue.
Coordinated or not, those sparkling upward gazes melted me every time.
"Ha... Can't say no to that. Come here—hugs and head rubs till we leave for the hospital."
I hooked Yuri's side with my left arm, pulling her into a tight embrace.
She slotted perfectly into my broad chest.
Right hand ruffled Yuna's hair till it was a mess.
Even Yuri's tall-for-a-girl mid-160s looked tiny next to my 190+.
Her eyes hit my chest level; Yuna's late-150s reached my solar plexus.
"Ah..."
"Hehe..."
Yuri flinched in surprise at the sudden hug; Yuna blushed beet-red, satisfied and shy.
Always like this. Ask for it, get it, then they freeze up—or get embarrassed.
Just say you like it straight up.
As I inwardly sighed in frustration, Mom asked with a serious face.
"But Minhyuk... Do you really have to go to university...?"
Same old question.
School—middle of society bootcamp. I'd begged to go make friends, only to learn men never attended and gave up.
Homeschooled by Mom, then lazed at home post-adulthood like a NEET.
Last year, buzz hit: Korea's first university accepting male students.
Government line was building male social skills, but main goal was training female bodyguards.
Aspiring guards would live with real men on campus, learning proper interaction and protection hands-on.
I devoured every male-related news, so I caught it instantly and nagged Mom daily to let me go.
She opposed, then sisters piled on—whole family against it, citing danger.
But I dug deeper: school rules stated any incident targeting the male student meant expulsion and jail for perpetrators or bystanders.
Safer than safe, I argued relentlessly.
They caved to my passion.
We'd applied thrilled, but now Mom was backpedaling—still not over the worry.
"Mom."
"Yes?"
Mwah
A light peck on her cheek to soothe her.
"Who am I? Your son. It'll be fine. Don't worry."
"Uh... y-yeah... okay..."
Trick worked like a charm. Rare cheek kiss disarmed her into approval.
"Alright, let's roll. We can hang till check-in, so Sis and Yuna, you're good to come?"
"Ah...! Wait! Gotta change!"
"M-me toooo!"
They bolted to their rooms.
"Uh, Mom, quick bathroom break..."
"Oh, sure."
Mom ducked into the room's bathroom too.
...We making it on time?