Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: [Reality] Lowest-Grade Random Box
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"Uwaaaah!"
The moment I got home, I dumped the shopping bags on the floor and flung myself onto the bed.
Thanks to the Earth's Blessing trait, my physical fatigue recovered in no time, but there was nothing I could do about the mental exhaustion.
Should've just gone to the neighborhood market or something, damn it.
Going shopping half-assed nearly fucked me over for real.
'So this is what they mean by getting your energy sucked dry.'
I'd only heard the expression before and never really got it...
But today, I felt it in my bones.
I never wanted to deal with that insider vibe again.
Shopping for clothes and getting my soul stripped by the salesgirl.
Still, looking at the shopping bags scattered on the floor brought a strange sense of satisfaction.
I could recall her explanations: this one suits you because of that, that one because of this.
'Sure, I spent a ton of money... but whatever.'
The super-insider salesgirl certified these as clothes that suit me perfectly.
I had to make this investment.
With my Charm stat up a bit, it was time to wear decent clothes, dress sharp, and maybe get a girlfriend.
Can't keep wandering around in training pants forever.
I set the clothes aside to try on later.
After all those explanations from the salesgirl, I felt like I was on the verge of neurosis.
'Oh, right. The daily quest.'
I sat up and opened the system window.
I'd bought the clothes, so the quest should be done.
I hadn't even noticed when it completed, but the log was there.
That meant I'd been totally out of it.
Anyway, that brought my current Trait Points to 1,123P.
[1. Wash your body thoroughly (Achieved)]
- Reward: Trait Points 1 P (Claimed)
[2. Push-ups (Achieved)]- Reward: Trait Points 1 P (Claimed) [3. Acquire new clothes that fit your body (Achieved)]
- Reward: Trait Points 1 P (Claimed)
[Completion Reward: Random Box (Lowest-Grade)] (Claimable)
'Time to claim the reward.'
But how do I do that?
I pressed down hard on the flashing "Claimable" text with my finger.
Pop.
A light appeared in midair, and something dropped onto the bed with a thud.
So that's how it works.
"...Huh?"
I picked up the fallen object and examined it from every angle.
A fist-sized plastic ball.
Red on top, slightly pink-tinged white on the bottom.
And in the middle, what looked like a round button.
"This is totally..."
You know what this is.
That ball from the electric mouse manga they throw to catch monsters.
Poké Ball.
I'd always wanted to try one someday.
"No way... Is there a summon inside?"
I shook it lightly with a spark of excitement, but it felt completely empty—no sound at all.
What could it be?
Gacha box, huh? Maybe the item gets decided when you open it.
'How do I open it? This button?'
I pressed the button in the center hard.
Click.
With the sound of the button, the ball split in half and opened, revealing a small glass bottle inside.
I tossed the empty ball aside and picked up the bottle, bringing it close to my face.
Pink liquid sloshed inside, and the cap had a heart-shaped ornament.
The design was pretty tacky.
Like a 1,000-won toy perfume from a stationary store.
This was the reward?
After all that hassle going out and buying clothes, this was it?
Disappointment surged just as the item info popped up in front of me.
[Item Acquired: Lowest-Grade Lucky Pervert Perfume][Grade: F] [Description: Upon spraying, for 30 minutes, the probability of light lewd incidents with the opposite sex slightly increases.] [Effects: Accidental physical contact, glimpses of minor exposure, suggestive situations, etc.]
[Caution: As it's lowest-grade, the intensity is low. Depending on your relationship and situation with the target, it may backfire. Use with care.]
"...Huh."
After reading the description, I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh.
Lucky Pervert?
Anyone who's seen a bit of Japanese manga or anime would know the term.
The protagonist trips and accidentally sees a girl's panties.
Or bumps into her and his hand grabs her breast by chance.
Situations like that.
And now it's an item?
"Come on, it's a random box— this is all that comes out?"
I couldn't hide my disappointment and shook the bottle.
The pink liquid sloshed around prettily enough, but it was far from what I'd hoped for.
I'd been expecting an elixir, skill upgrade ticket, trait enhancement scroll, or some decent gear.
If those even exist.
'Well, it's lowest-grade, after all.'
Thinking about the random box's grade, it made sense.
Lowest-grade from the name—expecting more would be greedy.
Besides, this was a daily quest reward.
For just washing up, doing some push-ups, and buying a few clothes every day, it wasn't bad.
Okay, maybe more than a few—720,000 won worth...
And upon second thought, it didn't seem like total trash.
'Increases the chance of lewd incidents...'
Thinking about it, isn't this a fantasy every guy dreams of at least once?
Of course, it said "light level" and "slight increase," so don't expect miracles.
"Gotta think positive."
Perfume that causes naughty happenings? Sounds good to me.
Spray it before seeing Luna or Erika—or anywhere—and something fun might happen.
Like tripping and landing my hand on Choi Ji-na's ridiculously sexy outfit.
Just imagining it wasn't bad.
'Wait, no—using it on an S-Rank Hunter like Choi Ji-na might get me beaten to death?'
In manga clichés, even innocent lucky pervert moments often end in violence for the protagonist.
The caution about backfire means I have to be careful.
Fine in a gag manga, but in reality? Dead for sure.
Still, after sorting my thoughts, I was satisfied.
"System, good job. You know me too well."
The system usually gave me crap, but this was a rare hit.
I decided to store it in my inventory for whenever I needed it.
Sure to come in handy someday.
'Phew...'
With the random box unboxing done, I suddenly had nothing to do.
A wave of emptiness hit me.
And with it, the desire rising to fill the void.
I wanted to jerk off.
'Guess I'll beat one out.'
That soft sensation when Erika clung to my back earlier.
Her warm body heat and the citrus scent tickling my nose.
And finally, that squishy feeling when she hugged me tight.
While it was still fresh, before the memory faded, I needed to relive it and bust one.
Using Erika as fap material felt a little guilty, but whatever.
Everyone's free to fantasize.
I pulled over the tissue box by the bed.
And as I went to lower my pants...
Brring-brring-brring-brring.
Suddenly, the front door lock chimed.
"...?!"
I jolted and hastily zipped up my half-lowered fly.
Who the hell?
Only one person besides me knew my studio apartment's passcode.
After getting this place post-incident, I'd only told Mom.
She'd never visited since I moved out.
Clunk.
The front door burst open roughly, and someone barged in.
"Hey! Lee Jun!"
"...Lee Ah-rin?"
Panting heavily there was none other than my little sister, Lee Ah-rin.
Her casual clothes were the usual, but sweat beaded on her forehead, and her face was flushed red.
Her breathing was ragged, like she'd sprinted all the way here.
"You... why are you here? Wait, how'd you even know the passcode?"
Instead of answering, Ah-rin stared daggers at me.
Her gaze was so sharp and piercing.
I involuntarily looked away.
No way she caught me about to jerk off, right?
I wasn't even hard yet—no bulge showing.
Ah-rin strode into the room and stopped right in front of me.
She peered intently at my face, then scanned me up and down.
"...What. You."
"What about me."
"Something... feels different again?"
"...What?"
"What is it? Something's off. You look a bit handsomer maybe. Lost some weight, and your muscles seem more built than last time."
I flinched.
This girl was uncanny.
She'd sniffed out my Charm stat increase before too.
"I've always been handsome."
"Bullshit."
Ah-rin snorted.
Her words were harsh, but her eyes wouldn't leave my body.
That searching look.
Her animalistic instinct for detecting her big bro's changes—should I praise it or fear it?
"Anyway, why'd you barge in like this? No heads-up."
Ah-rin flinched at my words.
She averted her gaze and grumbled curtly.
"Who said I wanted to come? Mom told me to check on you."
"Mom did?"
"Yeah. Didn't you see the news? Freakout over a variant gate popping up nearby. You live here, so I came to see if you were dead or not."
"As you can see, not dead. Alive and well, so we're good?"
"And Mom said she called you but you didn't pick up. I tried too..."
Oh...
While with Erika earlier, I'd silenced my phone to avoid interruptions and hadn't noticed the calls.
"Sorry, had it on silent so I missed it. As you see, I'm fine. The gate... hunters probably handled it."
"Why carry a smartphone if you're gonna silent it? What, die in a crisis? Tsk."
Ah-rin clicked her tongue.
That rude little shit.
Her attitude since arriving.
"Hey, did you just click your tongue at me?"
"Whatever. You're alive, that's what matters."
Ah-rin casually headed to the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, and chugged it.
So damn natural.
Anyone'd think this was her house, not my studio.
"By the way, my passcode..."
As I started to ask how she knew it, Ah-rin—who was drinking—suddenly froze.
Then she started sniffing the air.
"...Hey."
She turned to me, her expression off.
"What now."
"...Did you have someone over?"
"Huh?"
What the hell?
Erika had been here earlier.
We ate together.
But she'd been unsummoned and left, and I'd gone out shopping in between.
Over an hour ago—no traces left?
I sniffed like her, but smelled nothing.
"No one. I was alone."
"Don't lie. I smell something."
"What smell? Chicken from earlier takeout."
"Not chicken. Something fresh and nice? Girl? Girl smell?"
"...!"
Crazy.
Did Ah-rin have a dog's nose?
I smelled zilch.
"You... don't tell me..."
She eyed me suspiciously.
She wasn't thinking I called a hooker or something, was she?
I didn't want that misunderstanding from my sister.
"What bullshit. No girls, not even a shadow. Smell? Must be my body odor. I showered."
"Liar. Yours reeks of sweat. This is fragrant..."
Ah-rin approached and sniffed my clothes.
Then grimaced.
Erika's scent from the piggyback ride?
"No way... You got a girlfriend?"
"Crazy? Where would I get one."
Ah-rin's brow furrowed.
Eyes full of suspicion.
But she soon shook her head and muttered.
"Yeah, right. As if."
"As if what."
"No girl would come to your dump and date you. Unless kidnapped, impossible."
"Hey. Done talking?"
"What. Did I lie? It's true. Virgin loser."
Ah-rin jabbed casually.
I was floored, speechless.
Virgin loser? Please.
If she knew the women I was involved with, she'd faint.
Manga worlds from my traits, sure—but rolling with a Joseon queen dowager, making a high minister's daughter cry, riding a Japanese high school girl (sorta).
And gunning for S-Rank Hunter Choi Ji-na too.
Though nothing official yet.
I itched to brag but held back.
She wouldn't believe it; she'd tell me to see a shrink.
I could prove it, but it'd burn points like crazy—insane.
"Anyway, no. Just... bought new air freshener. That's the smell."
"Air freshener? You? The guy who barely showered?"
"People change. And I shower fine now. Don't wanna hear it stinks from you."
"Hmph. Whatever. Where's this freshener?"
"Uh... Didn't like the scent, returned it."
"Hmm..."
My excuse worked; she dropped it and looked away.
Then spotted the pile of haphazardly tossed shopping bags in the corner.
"What's that? Zara? Clothing store."
"Yeah. Needed clothes, bought some. Why."
"You? Clothes?"
Her shock, like the world flipped, pissed me off.
Why was she always such a bitch to me?
She used to follow me around all "big bro this, big bro that."
Where did that cute little sister go?