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Yuki gave a smug shrug, leaning his back against the bunk holder. "And now I'm somebody. Things change when you... evolve."

Haruto leaned forward, curiosity sharpening in his eyes. "Hold up. LustBound? That weird RPG game that has levels and quests that are all about… seducing women? Like, that one?"

Jun, still half-asleep on the lower bunk, cracked one eye open. "You mean that cringe game where you build a harem and earn EXP by making women moan?"

Yuki smirked. "The very same."

Haruto gawked. "There's no way you could withdraw money from the app, though! It's all fantasy currency and... I dunno, boobs."

"I thought so too," Yuki said with a lazy grin. "But I guess being one of their most loyal players unlocked something crazy. This new update I got—it's not even on the App Store yet. It came as a private patch. My UI changed overnight. Now I've got a real-life cam sync—a full adult streaming mode. I get paid actual money just to stream my missions. Like, real girls watch, and rich pervs gift tokens that translate to real cash."

Jun sat up now, suddenly wide awake, blanket falling off his shoulders. "Wait. So you're saying… people pay to watch you?"

Yuki nodded proudly. "Every time I do a mission in real life, it gets logged, tracked, and broadcasted in real time. I even have a mission tracker dashboard that gives me bonuses per performance. Last night, I unlocked the 'Midnight Milkmaid' route—got a 5-star rating from six different viewers and landed a thousand-dollar gift from someone named DaddyNomNom."

Haruto made a face. "You're joking."

"I'm dead serious," Yuki said, pulling out his phone and turning the screen around. The interface loaded up, filled with stats, hearts, and dollar signs. Jun was already off the bed surrounding Yuki along side Haruto as they both gazed at the accumulating LPC coin.

Yuki said nothing at first, just grinning as he tilted his phone slightly so the glow reflected on his cheek . The number of LPC coins on his screen kept ticking upward in real time—hundreds becoming thousands with little starburst effects popping across the screen.

Haruto blinked. "Bruh… explain how this works. How does your LPC give you mad money? That's, like, in-game currency, right?"

Yuki looked smug as ever. "One LPC is worth 0.1 Yen," he said coolly, flicking his thumb across the screen and bringing up his wallet exchange tab. "I can choose if I want it converted to Japanese Yen or US dollars. The app has its own bank transfer API. And it's instant. No waiting, no shady crypto stuff."

Jun leaned in so close he was practically breathing on Yuki's shoulder. "And you're the only one that has this update?"

Yuki tilted his head, face turning a bit more thoughtful. "You remember that story I told you guys? About that weird old man I met on the subway?"

Haruto squinted. "The dude you said made damn money from the game?"

Yuki nodded. "Yeah. He told me something that didn't make sense at the time. Said the game 'chooses its player'—like some kind of RPG prophecy. I laughed in his face. But now… I think he was serious. I didn't apply for anything. Didn't download a mod. This new version just appeared. It installed itself while I was asleep."

Jun stared like he was seeing Yuki for the first time. "So you're telling me… you were chosen… by a sex game."

Yuki shrugged, completely unbothered. "Hell of a job interview, but yeah. And I'm killing it."

Haruto threw his hands in the air. "Bro, if I had two million yen in my account? You think I'd still be sleeping in this wretched-ass school hostel with molds on the floor and walls?"

Yuki grinned wider as they began to list so many things he could use the money for.

"I'd have a penthouse, a doorman, imported sheets from Italy, a toilet that sings lullabies—hell, I'd have a car that drives itself."

Jun pointed dramatically. "Yeah, this! What the hell are you still doing here, Yuki? Why not buy your own apartment?"

Yuki raised an eyebrow. "And miss the daily chaos you two bring into my life? Where's the fun in that?"

Haruto narrowed his eyes. "Don't play humble now. Tell us the real reason."

Yuki sighed, flopping back on the bed again. "Alright. Truth is—I don't want to blow it all. Not yet. I'm stacking. I'm watching the game evolve. Every week, there's a new bonus feature, a higher-tier mission, more tokens per act. If I play it smart, I won't just be rich—I'll be unstoppable."

Jun folded his arms. "So you're min-maxing your sex life for profit?"

"Damn straight," Yuki said, grinning. "I'm not just building a harem—I'm building an empire."

Haruto dropped his face into his hands. "This man really out here being the Jeff Bezos of porn quests…"

Yuki laughed and sat up. "And I've only just hit level 42."

Jun stared at the glowing LPC coin balance and muttered, "God help us if he hits level 50."

Haruto screamed, tossing a pillow across the room. "I can't believe this shit. Enough, Yuki!" He marched back to the bunk bed and started climbing the tiny stairs to the top bunk, muttering under his breath. "Dude's actually unserious about life. That bakery job did more damage to his brain than we thought."

Once up, he lay on his back dramatically and threw a blanket over his face. "Wake me up when the world makes sense again."

Yuki just shrugged, lips tugging up into that cocky smirk that seemed permanently stitched into his face. "Don't hate the player, bro. Hate the game."

Jun let out a quiet snort, still sitting up in bed with his legs crossed on the lower bunk. "What kind of game includes unemployed idiots suddenly living like ballers?" he muttered.

But Yuki didn't bother answering. He strolled into the bathroom, humming something under his breath as the door creaked shut behind him. By the time he stepped out, a towel draped around his waist, hair damp and messy, the room had fallen into a peaceful silence.

Haruto was already asleep, his blanket tossed carelessly over half his body, his phone screen still faintly lighting up the mattress. Jun's soft breathing followed with him being curled into a ball like he always did when the nights were cold.

Yuki moved quietly, grabbing his deodorant, boxers, and a black oversized tee. After dressing, he climbed into his bed — the left corner one with a busted headboard he never bothered to fix. The sheets were cold, untouched since morning. He stretched a bit, then grabbed his phone from under the pillow.

The first thing he noticed was the Do Not Disturb icon still glowing. He hadn't remembered turning it on, but he often forgot he did that to avoid group chat chaos. His thumb swiped down, revealing a missed call notification.

Missed Call – Airi (7 mins ago)

He blinked. Airi?

For a moment, nothing connected. Then, as his gaze shifted across the dim room, his eyes stopped at the slight bump on the top bunk — Haruto's sleeping frame just above Jun.

His lips parted in sudden realization.

"Damn… Airi. The Haruto's virgin cousin." For a moment, nothing connected. Then, as his gaze shifted across the dim room, his eyes stopped at the slight bump on the top bunk — Haruto's sleeping frame just above Jun.

His lips parted in sudden realization.

"Damn… Airi. The Haruto's virgin cousin."

His phone buzzed again. This time, he didn't hesitate. He slid off his bunk quietly, careful not to wake the others, and stepped out of the room. The door clicked softly behind him as he left it half open.

Outside, under the dim hallway light, he finally answered.

"What's up?" he said in a low voice, rubbing the back of his neck.

Airi's voice came through the line, sweet and teasing.

"Do you miss me?"

He rolled his eyes, half-smirking. "Not really. It's late at night. Did you call just to tell me you missed me?"

"Turn on your video, dude," she said with a mischievous lilt. "You're missing out on what's going on over here." Yuki hesitated but on second thinking, Airi was the kind full of daring surprises. He adjusted his collar, and swiped to switch the call to video.

Airi appeared on the screen, curled up on her bed, her legs on spread out on the sides of her pillow. She tilted the phone downwards that it leaked a pink dildo attached to the pillow. "Hey dickhead, you know I'm wishing this dildo was your dick." She leaned closer to the camera, her lips curved in a slow smirk.

Yuki raised a brow. "Damn… the hell. Where's your dad?"

"He left the country some days ago," she said casually. "Just me and one of his male five inches dick coworker around at late night. I am so fucking horny." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, slowly pressing her cunt down on the erect dildo tied onto the pillow.

She groaned as half of the oiled up dildo slid into her cunt.

"Damn, you getting good at this."