Welcome to DG Convenience Store
“Ugh... good work out there.”
In the heart of the empire's capital, Oscar, stood the grandest symbol of all: the Imperial Palace Imperion. Private Mitchell of the Golden Guard, having just finished his shift guarding the palace, was heading back to the barracks alongside his superior, Sergeant Obolt.
“You too, kid. You're handling it better than I expected.”
“No, sir. I was just following my basic training.”
“Sure, sure. Off-duty for the weekend with that first overnight pass, huh?”
“Yes, sir. My first one.”
“I'm on pass too. Wanna hang out?”
“Is that okay?”
“Of course.”
Back at the barracks, Mitchell neatly stowed his gear. The Golden Guard, formed to protect the emperor, demanded unwavering discipline—no room for sloppiness. Mitchell always kept his equipment pristine.
“Gear's all squared away nice.”
“Thank you, sir.”
To Mitchell, the seasoned Sergeant Obolt was an object of admiration. Unlike Mitchell, the third son of a baron, Obolt was a commoner who had risen from enlistee to sergeant through sheer skill. The Guard might claim no distinctions by birth, but subtle biases lingered. Commoners faced walls twice as high to climb the ranks. Obolt, who had conquered them, was respected in the unit. To a fresh recruit like Mitchell, he was a legend.
“All packed up for your pass already?”
“It's my first, so I figured I'd check out the capital—every nook and cranny. Haven't explored Oscar once since arriving.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Perfect timing, then. I'll show you the full newbie tour. We'll grab some of Oscar's famous canned beer.”
“Can... beer? What's that?”
He'd never heard the term. Beer was beer—why "canned"? Some regional specialty?
Sergeant Obolt stared at him in disbelief.
“Mitchell, where'd you say you're from again?”
“The Crypto region, sir.”
“No rumors reached even there?”
“Crypto's such a backwater; news from the capital barely trickles in.”
“Hmm, fair enough.”
Nodding, Obolt asked, “First time in the capital, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then you haven't hit that place yet?”
“What's that?”
“Oh, it's there. The must-visit spot for anyone coming to the capital.”
A sly grin spread across Obolt's face. “Been a while since I shook off the newbie dust.”
Shook off the newbie dust? What the hell?
The mystery solved itself the next day.
“A brothel?”
The empire's most infamous pleasure house. Just hearing the name made jaws drop—stuffed with beauties. Prices varied wildly by tier, of course. Even their "ugliest" girl outshone aces elsewhere. Shaking off dust meant... that?
“Sergeant, I'm grateful you brought me here, but... I have a girl back home I like.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as he said it. Ignoring a superior's kindness was taboo in the Golden Guard. But cheating on his beloved? Unthinkable.
Obolt's response was pure exasperation.
“Typical rookie, jumping to conclusions. Dumbass, who said anything about the brothel? I wasn't planning on that either.”
“Huh?”
“Our pay can't even touch it.”
“But yesterday, you said something about shaking off dust...”
Obolt's lip curled into a smirk. “Haha, look at this fresh-faced punk. Reacts to 'dust' like a total virgin. You really are one, aren't ya?”
“N-no, sir! Like I said, back home...”
“You haven't done it with her, right? Sounded like it from what you said.”
“...”
“Hilarious. Like a shy kitten popping out kittens first. Anyway, not the brothel.”
“Then why...?”
“Look next door.”
Obolt pointed to a two-story building beside the opulent brothel. Its architecture was alien to imperial styles, and strange letters adorned the sign.
“What's that?”
“DG Convenience Store, they call it.”
“You can read it?”
“Nah, the manager yells it all the time.”
“...”
Made no sense. Was he just some country bumpkin?
“That's the famous spot in the capital, right?”
“Yep. So today, get a real taste of capital trends.”
It sure seemed trendy. The place was packed.
“Looks weird.”
“Take your shoes off before going in.”
“Shoes?”
“Yeah.”
Following Obolt inside, Mitchell awkwardly removed his boots. Why wasn't the sergeant?
The black-haired manager and a stunning waitress—blindingly beautiful—shouted in unison:
“Welcome to DG Convenience Store!”
And they were stifling laughs at him. What the—?
He couldn't shake the shock of Selere when the status window popped up before his eyes, and the world changed.
The first time the world shifted, he was stunned. How could he not be? One moment, the bustling red-light district; the next, a fantasy novel come to life. With people sporting hair in every color of the rainbow? Even the steeliest heart would freak.
The legendary isekai transfer?
Should've read more novels beforehand. He had no clue what to do.
Day one: total daze. He locked up, splashed cold water on his face, pinched himself, even scarfed ice cream from the freezer. All felt real.
Hallucinating from Selere trauma? Nope. People lived here too—just in the Empire instead of Korea. Magic wove society's fabric instead of science. Monsters lurked. Elves, dwarves—the full fantasy package.
The backdrop changed, but his job? Same old. Red-light district convenience store before. Now? Brothel-adjacent convenience store. World flipped; he didn't.
Well, one change:
[DG Convenience Store Manager: Kim Do-jin]
Part-timer to manager. Wild.
[DG Convenience Store]
[Manager: Kim Do-jin]
[1F: Convenience Store & Warehouse]
[2F: Home & Dormitory]
[3F ~ 7F: Locked]
[Floors 3+ will unlock for additional construction.]
[Skills]
[Order: Summon desired items.]
[Store Owner's Pride: The manager is invincible inside the convenience store.]
Ridiculous. Isekai'd with the whole store—and as manager? College dropout part-timer in reality; store boss here? Come on.
[A New Life for the Unfortunate You.]
[You are now the manager of the convenience store in front of the brothel.]
A new life for the unfortunate him. Better than shocked night-shift part-timer rejected by his first crush.
World's upheaval hit at rock bottom. He figured nothing worse could shock him now. He'd seen Selere naked, after all.
His pure, virginal first love? A total slut. That shock dwarfed the isekai.
Korea to Empire. Red-light district to brothel strip. Part-timer to manager.
Lots changed, yet this isekai felt... meh. Adaptation? Easy. Same routine, minus college debt and reenrollment stress.
All good—except the tears.
That day's trauma faded, but scarred deep—like PTSD.
The Virgin Curse.
Virgin Curse
Erectile dysfunction unless with virgins.
The shock rewired his body to detect non-virgins instinctively. Zero reaction to sluts. Cursed from the start.
Thanks, Selere. You've ruined me. Bitch. Why can't I get it up for ham-bo-ka?! I crave ham-bo-ka!
Even once happy? Expectations crushed. Three years post-isekai, still a virgin monk.
Tears welling. Three years in this world.
His happiness aside, the store boomed. Endless customers in Oscar's hotspot.
He hadn't wanted this bustle.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Scanning canned beer and snacks, he flashed his salesman smile.
Adventurers loved the stuff. Foreign brews hit different. Four cans for one gold? Bargain.
“Eight gold total. Thanks! Come again.”
The adventurers hauled out armfuls. Two guys, two girls—heading to party at their inn, no doubt.
He knew what came next. Them finding bliss.
Damn, pisses me off. Should've refused the sale.
“Manager, smile. Customers, customers.”
Elena, his part-timer beside him, whispered.
Right, Elena. I'm holding it together for you.