"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Screaming like his balls and dick were being deep-fried — because they were — Ho-sang did his best to stay conscious through the pain.
Ho-sang tried as hard as he could to move his hands and remove the band around his stomach, but obviously, he couldn't.
In the end, his resistance only went so far before he just couldn't take it anymore.
But luckily, he didn't have to hold on much longer before the shock completely stopped, the pressure as if something was squeezing his body and the swelling in both his private parts finally disappearing.
And with the instant relief came the exhaustion. Ho-sang blinked, disoriented and with blurred vision, before falling forward, powerless, and passing out.
He stayed like that for a few minutes, the room completely silent while smoke lightly drifted from the power strip, until a knock started sounding on the door.
Knock Knock Knock
The knocking came and went. Then, after no response, it came again.
Knock Knock Knock
And after waiting with still no answer, it came once more — louder this time — which was enough to wake Ho-sang.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Uh!?" Waking with a jolt, Ho-sang looked around, dazed. Then, as the memory of what just happened hit him, he winced from the massive headache.
"Shit." Grabbing his glasses from the floor, he held his throbbing head while quickly yanking the band off his stomach and tossing it aside.
He sat on the floor, hands massaging his temples. His whole body felt like trash, and even the simple thump of his heartbeat was painful.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Lifting his head at the sound, Ho-sang slowly walked toward the door. "Who the hell is it?" he muttered irritably as he got there.
He opened the door with one hand on his head and a frown on his face. "Who is it?"
And he was greeted by the sight of his neighbor from the apartment next door. She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and tiny pink shorts.
Ho-sang blinked at the sight. The tight shirt clinging to her chest made it clear she had really big boobs, and the short, snug shorts made it equally clear she had wide hips and thick thighs.
Not just that, he also noticed her face in more detail — the long lashes, the small naturally pink lips, perfectly shaped brows, those expressive blue eyes, and even her hair had this natural shine to it.
All of that together made for an incredibly beautiful face, and that outfit only highlighted her figure. She was genuinely really pretty. And very hot.
He could totally understand why Ho-sang had a secret crush on this woman.
But all that awareness vanished when his head throbbed again, making him frown even harder. "Can I help you?"
She, also frowning, crossed her arms as she replied. "Could you please stop making so much noise? I'm trying to sleep." She really looked like she was on the edge of losing it.
Ho-sang took a second to understand what she meant. "Oh, sorry." He looked over his shoulder and opened the door fully. "There was an accident. Anyway, sorry for the noise, won't happen again."
When he looked back at her, he saw her blushing like crazy, clearly embarrassed.
"O-okay, just try to keep it down. Good night." she said before quickly going back to her apartment and stepping inside.
Ho-sang stared, confused. "What the hell." Then shook his head, not even trying to understand. "Weird girl." He went back into his room.
But what Ho-sang didn't notice as he walked, still holding his head, was the massive tent in his shorts, his dick still numb. And since he was still dazed, he didn't even realize he had a visibly pulsing erection with steam rising from it.
Meanwhile, in the room next door, his neighbor leaned back against her door, face red, rubbing her cheeks, half in disbelief, half mortified. "Why the hell was he so hard? And why the hell was it steaming!? Did he plug his dick into a socket or something!?"
In disbelief, she just decided to forget the whole thing and go back to sleep. "Weirdo."
...
Third day of transmigration, next morning, Wednesday
Wearing a dark blue shirt with a white Spider-Man logo, white shorts, and sneakers, Ho-sang sat expressionlessly on a train seat on his way to work.
The reason his face looked like that was because when he got on, there weren't any other seats left — except the one right next to that redhead bitch from the day before yesterday.
Naturally, he wasn't gonna stand just because of her, so he sat down. He just hoped she wouldn't be a bitch again if they ended up bumping into each other. Though honestly, he highly doubted it.
He just stayed quiet, fiddling with his phone, trying to get in touch with Ga-hee — with zero success so far.
[Go Ho-sang: Listen up, you inbred dumbass bitch whose dad clearly wasn't me 'cause I didn't have change for fifty won — you better answer my message or I swear I'll find you and get my money back even if I have to beat it out of you!]
That loving message was sent after being completely ignored in all his previous ones, and once he noticed that, he gave up on manners entirely.
But even then, he was still ignored. Although, unlike the others, this last message was marked as read.
"Heh." Ho-sang smirked, fully aware of how she must've reacted when she read that.
If he'd known the crap she was selling was defective, he never would've bought it even if she got down on her knees.
But lucky for her, he was perfectly fine. Other than the headache he killed with some painkillers, he didn't have a single problem. His dick and balls were in one piece.
Otherwise, she'd be absolutely screwed — and not in a good way.
Sighing, Ho-sang still couldn't believe he'd almost died yesterday, and worse — almost became a eunuch.
'I think I would've broken the record for fastest transmigrator death ever,' he thought as his hand moved to put away his phone.
But the train's sudden brake made him shift slightly to the side.
As the train resumed speed, Ho-sang calmly looked down at the leg now pressed against his.
Glancing over at the redhead bitch, he saw her staring forward, apparently not noticing their legs were touching.
Ho-sang kept staring for a while, but seeing as she didn't react at all, he just pulled his leg away and resumed putting his phone away.
But as he opened his bag, her leg touched his again.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her. She was now messing with her phone. "Excuse me?"
He called out, but was completely ignored, like she was way too focused on her screen to notice.
After waiting a bit with still no response, he just gave up and shook his head. "Crazy woman." he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.
Finally putting his own phone away, Ho-sang spent the rest of the ride in silence.
...
Standing in front of the TVs on the store wall, Ho-sang stared at them, lost in thought.
His mind kept circling back to what happened earlier. He seriously couldn't understand what would make the redhead bitch act like that.
'Is she bipolar or something?' There was just no logic in someone calling you disgusting for brushing their leg one day and then intentionally pressing up against you the next.
Whatever it was, he couldn't think of any reasonable explanation.
"Hey! What are you just standing there thinking about?"
Pulled out of his thoughts, he heard his coworker's voice along with a tap on his shoulder that made him turn around.
There he saw his coworker weirdly red-faced, staring at his own hand.
Ho-sang raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"
The guy quickly lowered his hand and smiled casually. "It's nothing serious. So, what were you thinking about?"
"Nothing. Just some weird woman I ran into on the train this morning." Ho-sang said while taking his hand out of his pocket and adjusting his glasses.
"Oh, a weird woman? Hmm~...was she hot~?"
Ho-sang looked at him while the guy smiled suggestively with a hand on his chin and wiggled his eyebrows.
"No. She was so ugly not even her own hand loves her." That was probably the most honest answer he'd given all day.
"Hahaha~ you know what, Ho-sang, you've been acting kinda different these days, huh?" With his hands on his hips and a curious smile, he looked him up and down. "You almost seem like a different person—" but he stopped mid-sentence when he saw someone enter the store.
"Shit, it's that guy again!"
Ho-sang glanced at him, now suddenly nervous, as a tall and muscular man approached them with quick steps.
"Yes sir, how can I help you?"
He watched as his coworker nervously greeted the man.
"Don't give me that 'sir' crap! Where's your manager!? Bring him out here!"
The man shouted, clearly furious.
"Please sir, let's calm down, okay?"
His coworker tried to ease the tension, but that only made things worse.
"Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when you people straight-up lied to me, huh!?"
The man stepped in even closer, jabbing a finger into his chest.
The coworker looked at Ho-sang, practically begging for help, but Ho-sang just kept watching.
"M-maybe there was some kind of mistake? There's no way—"
He got cut off when the man grabbed him by the collar.
"There's no mistake! I ordered a laptop for my son to study and all he does is play games! How is that not a scam!?"
"H-Ho-sang!"
Finally stepping in, Ho-sang walked up to the guy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sir, calm down." He was about to say more when the man suddenly flinched.
Blushing, he let go of his coworker and backed away quickly.
Ho-sang, hand still out, stared at the man with a strange look.
"A-hem! Sorry. I've reconsidered, and maybe I did overreact a little. Sorry for the trouble." The man gave a slight bow.
While his coworker clutched his collar in disbelief, Ho-sang still looked at the man with suspicion. "It's alright, sir. Sometimes life stress gets to all of us. No problem."
"Hahaha~ yeah, you're right. Anyway, I'll be going. It was a pleasure meeting you." The man then smiled brightly and offered a handshake.
Still wary, Ho-sang slowly accepted the handshake. "Likewise, sir."
But the man's shiver, the oddly pleased smile, and the way he stroked Ho-sang's palm with a finger made him instantly yank his hand back and take a step away.
Ho-sang stared at him, cautious, as the guy blushed and smiled like he'd just had a moment of bliss.
"Bye~" The man waved before walking out, waving one last time before stepping through the door.
"...What the hell just happened?"
His coworker asked beside him as they watched the man leave, but Ho-sang was now staring at his own hand with doubt. "Don't even ask."
Walking off, he kept looking at his hand, thinking hard.
...
After a few hours of work, it was official.
Ho-sang had a power now.
He confirmed it by sneakily and lightly touching other people, and sure enough, they all reacted the same as that guy — red-faced, pleasure-struck expressions.
And since that had never happened before, it was obvious what caused it.
'If this isn't my "cheat" as a transmigrator... then yesterday's shock is the culprit.'
And honestly, he personally believed it was the shock. Though regardless, now he just had to figure out what the hell this power was and how to control it.
Because if he didn't, he could already see this turning into a massive problem.
'I wonder how this'll change my life.'
He thought, reflecting on all the possible uses for the power. But what he didn't know was that the most obvious one would happen the very next day, completely out of nowhere.
Because at that moment, inside the train, Ho-sang would be asking himself if he was hallucinating with what he was seeing.
'What the hell!?' would be the only thought in his head as the redhead bitch from the train rested her cheek on his shoulder and pressed her boobs against his back.