I had one goal when I woke up this morning.
Survive.Don't die like a dumbass again.Eat something microwaveable.Keep it simple.
But now, apparently, I was part of some pervy spiritual RPG, being guided by a system that screamed about MILFs every ten minutes.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
YIN-RICH ENTITY: WITHIN PROXIMITY.
SEXUAL TENSION LEVEL: 27% — LOW BUT RISING.
SUGGESTED ACTION: TRAINING QUEST – "BRA OF DESTINY."
I blinked at the glowing system box.Then looked at the source of all confusion: the balcony.
Specifically, the laundry line just outside Ms. Seo's window.And on it… was a black bra.Lacy. Large. Glistening slightly in the morning dew like it had been blessed by a fertility goddess.
It hung there, proud and unbothered, swaying in the breeze like it had its own rights.
"Focus," I muttered to myself.
"Everything alright?" Ms. Seo asked from the hallway.
I spun around. "Yes! Totally fine! Just admiring the… uh… structural integrity of the balcony railing."
She stepped into view.Freshly showered. Hair damp and curled.Wearing a new robe — white this time — tied at the waist but low enough to test my chakra stability.
She held a tray with two bowls of hot noodles.
"You haven't eaten, have you? I made too much. Come, eat."
[HOST EXPERIENCING NOURISHMENT AND TEASING SIMULTANEOUSLY.]
INITIATING SYSTEM TUTORIAL: "DUAL INPUT CULTIVATION"
REQUIRES: FOOD + YIN PRESENCE + MENTAL STABILITY
WARNING: HOST STABILITY = LOW.
I sat down at the kitchen table again.She placed the bowl in front of me — and as she leaned in, her robe slipped just slightly again.
I caught a glimpse of smooth skin, the shadowed curve of a breast, and nearly lost consciousness.
She either didn't notice or pretended not to.
"Be careful, it's hot," she said.
Too late.So was I.
We slurped noodles in awkward silence.Every time I looked up, she'd be gently smiling. Stirring her bowl slowly. Watching me with eyes that had seen heartbreak… and probably done yoga in every room of this apartment.
After breakfast, I offered to do the dishes (mainly to escape the danger zone), and she chuckled.
"You're sweet."
"Just... raised right," I mumbled, hiding my soul's screams.
Then came the moment that sealed my fate.
As I stepped out to the balcony to air out the laundry steam...
I looked again at the bra.
[SYSTEM CHALLENGE TRIGGERED]
QUEST: "BRA OF DESTINY"
Objective: Touch the Item of Yin without detection.Reward: Unlock [Tactile Qi Sync] skill.
I stared at it.It stared back.
The bra dangled from its clip like it knew things. Ancient things. Forbidden techniques.Its shadow formed twin peaks on the tile floor — a spiritual map to heaven's gates.
"...I can't believe this is my life now," I whispered.
I reached out. Slowly. Gently. Carefully.
"Min-jae?"
I nearly screamed.
Snatched my hand back so fast I dislocated karma.
"Y-Yes!?"
Ms. Seo stepped out behind me, a towel slung over her shoulder.
"I forgot I put some things out here. Let me grab them."
[SYSTEM: HIDDEN TRIAL ENGAGED]
TITLE EARNED: "BALCONY BEGGAR – Failed the Bra Test"
She leaned past me, unhooked the bra with practiced grace, and folded it against her chest.
I swear it winked at me on the way down.
"You alright?" she asked, eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, just... fresh air. Vitamin D. For the skin. And bones. And—"
"Want to join me later for some stretching? I teach yoga downstairs in the evening. Just for tenants."
[YIN TRAINING ALERT]NEW QUEST UNLOCKED: "FLEXIBILITY ENHANCEMENT – Downward Dog of Destiny"ACCEPT QUEST? [Y/N]
"Yes."Too fast.
She smiled. "I didn't even finish the sentence."
"I trust you."Too honest.
She walked back inside, and I stood there, heart pounding, system blinking, and a lacy black shadow burned into my retina like a spiritual tattoo.
I didn't touch the bra.I didn't ascend.But I learned one thing:
This system isn't just perverted.It's evil. Temptation incarnate. Breasts in digital form.
And yet…
I was going to yoga.Because destiny waits for no man.