[Current height: 5'8 (1.74 m)]
[ – 5'8 (1.74 m) + ]
[You can increase or decrease your height at will.]
Marek remained with a goofy smile on his face as he imagined the possibilities.
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After thirty minutes of "configuring" his appearance, he reached the most important part of all…
[Member size]
[ – 16 cm +]
Imagine the possibilities.
At that moment, Marek pictured himself in class wearing shorts and suddenly the teacher calling security for 'carrying a weapon.' "HAHAHAHAHA," he laughed to himself like an idiot.
But being serious, he couldn't set it too big. That would be a problem… if it was too big, it would scare women and he wouldn't be able to use it. And sticking with his current size didn't convince him either.
'No!' he thought with determination. "You shouldn't be greedy in life," he muttered while pressing the plus button on the screen several times.
In the end, he chose a modest 19 cm…
"More than enough," he said proudly as he watched the screen change once again.
[Changes saved successfully!]
After that, minutes passed and nothing…
Ten minutes, nothing.
Twenty minutes, nothing.
Half an hour had gone by and his patience had run out.
"And my changes?" he demanded of the screen.
[When you wake up tomorrow, the changes will be finalized.]
He nodded repeatedly at the response, satisfied. Then a doubt crossed his mind about what would happen with the other people who knew him.
'Wouldn't it be weird to suddenly show up completely changed?'
[Not at all. The people who know you will forget your previous appearance and remember you with the one you have configured.]
"Uffff…." he sighed in relief.
It would have been a huge problem if they saw a stranger in the room of a student who never showed up again.
Without wasting time, he lay down on the bed, taking advantage of the fact that it was night to fall asleep as soon as possible so the next day would come faster.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the screen disappearing.
He didn't pay it much attention and focused instead on imagining what would happen starting the next day.
'I'm excited, even though I don't even know what class I'm in… well, that'll be tomorrow's problem.'
He turned onto his side, getting more comfortable.
'I can't wait to see them…' he thought, imagining what his two favorite characters from the novel would be like in person.
Seraphine, the first-year prodigy mage, with that short dark blue hair and those two long strands falling along the sides… and on top of that, those red eyes that, God, would drive him crazy.
The best thing about her was her mocking attitude toward others. He would let her spit on him at least once.
And on top of that, the author had described her with a huge ass and small but firm breasts.
Then there was Lyra, who God…
A beast girl, with green hair, cat ears, and a figure that was the best of all.
She had enormous breasts along with that perfect ass he would fall asleep on without hesitation.
Imagining them in different heated situations with him caused an urgency that he would take care of before going to sleep, a way to say goodbye to his old average friend.
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When he woke up, for some reason he felt exhausted, as if he had trained until he passed out.
It took him a great deal of effort to sit up in bed as he rubbed his eyes several times. When his vision focused, he saw his body completely drenched in sweat.
His shirt clung to his entire body; it was uncomfortable. So uncomfortable that he had to get up abruptly to take it off and, while he was at it, strip completely.
That was when he realized: his gaze toward the floor had risen. He was taller.
He quickly turned in search of the full-length mirror, and when he saw his reflection, he didn't recognize himself.
He was 6'6 (1.97 m), his hair was now a dark color, short and somewhat messy. His eyes had a red hue he had chosen to match Seraphine's.
And he was damn handsome…
But what excited him the most was the beast between his legs, which although resting, he could feel those powerful 19 cm.
Then he focused on his physique overall, which was a bit larger. He had only increased it slightly because the excitement of working on it himself was what he wanted.
Marek stood in front of the mirror for quite a while without moving, looking himself up and down like an idiot.
"Very nice…" he murmured, unable to stop smiling.
At that moment, the system screen appeared out of nowhere in front of him.
[Good morning.]
[I see you have already inspected the changes.]
"Obviously," he replied without taking his eyes off the mirror, turning slightly to look at himself from the side. "I turned out better than I expected, honestly."
[It wasn't that hard to improve the starting point you had…]
Marek turned toward the screen with one eyebrow raised. "Was that an insult?"
[Not at all…]
"…"
He stayed silent for a moment. "Well, yeah, you're right."
He turned toward the wardrobe against the wall and opened it. Inside were several clothes he assumed belonged to the original body.
He quickly noticed the academy uniform among all the clothing.
He held it in his hands for a moment, looking at it. It was small…
Without another thought, he tossed it back and rummaged through the wardrobe completely. Luckily, there was a larger uniform stored in a box along with a letter whose contents he couldn't decipher.
He put it on unhurriedly and when he finished, he looked at himself in the mirror again.
'I don't recognize myself,' he thought while striking a few poses that would have made anyone watching cringe.
With that height and that face, he would manage to catch the attention of more than one woman. Thinking about it made him shiver with pleasure.
At that moment, he heard the same chime from the previous night ringing in his head.
When he turned around, he saw the golden system screen with a new message.
[New mission available!]
[Mission: Attend classes like a normal student.]
[Details: Report to Classroom 7, East Wing of the academy before the starting bell rings. Don't be late, don't do anything weird, and especially don't cause trouble.]
[Reward: Complete memories of the current body + Status panel unlocked.]
He read the message carefully while nodding without complaints. It was a simple mission.
Upon reading "Classroom 7," he couldn't help but get excited; he almost shouted, but held himself back. That was the class where she would be. Seraphine, along with all the main characters of the novel.
'In the end, it seems the former owner of this body wasn't completely useless…' he thought, acknowledging it.
To enter Classroom 7, which was exclusive to the top students, you had to pass the written exam with a perfect score and stand out in the practical one.
That said, one doubt kept circling in his mind: the character he now was didn't appear even once in the novel, so how had he ended up in Classroom 7? He let it go. At least for now.
He focused on the screen again.
"Is that all?"
[Yes.]
"I understand. For a first mission, I like it."
The rewards were the best part too, though not as much as sharing a classroom with the most beautiful women in the academy.
'I wonder what stats I'll have with this body,' he thought before heading toward the door.
'First mission: attend classes. Easy. Final mission: fuck my two favorite characters.'
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After several minutes of walking and getting lost a couple of times, he arrived at Classroom 7 with five minutes to spare.
It was a miracle, considering he didn't even have the slightest idea where the dorm exit was…
So he simply followed several students who seemed to be heading in the direction he needed, and luckily he guessed right.
Although he had stopped more than once to flirt with some girls who couldn't stop staring at him. With that body, any trace of embarrassment when talking to women had completely vanished.
The classroom was spacious, with rows of seats arranged in a semicircle in front of a huge blackboard.
There were about thirty students already seated, chatting among themselves while they waited.
Marek took one of the seats in the back without saying anything and set down the backpack he had found lying under the bed before leaving.
While he waited, he leaned slightly against the back of the chair.
No one had paid him much attention, which was fine, though he at least expected a glance from one of his new classmates. Nothing.
At that moment, the system screen appeared again, this time in a smaller version at his side.
[The mission is going well, approximately 20% completed. Complete the full day.]
'Yeah, yeah,' he thought without moving.
He took advantage of the fact that more students had arrived to look for her.
He looked row by row, face by face.
Until he saw her.
That short dark blue hair, with those two long strands falling along the sides of her face. When she slightly turned her head toward the board, he saw those red eyes, as beautiful as he had imagined.
Seraphine.
She was sitting three rows ahead, slightly to the left, with her arms crossed and an expression of absolute boredom that made it clear being there was the worst thing that could happen to her that day.
'She's beautiful…' he thought, unable to look away, slowly tracing every part of her figure.
The uniform fit tightly where it needed to fit tightly. Although the chair made it difficult to see, he could still make out that huge ass he would later make bounce against his face.
The author hadn't exaggerated in the slightest when describing her.
At that moment, the bell rang, and several students who had stayed in the hallway rushed inside.
There were a total of fifty. Too many, and each one of them had to be powerful; that was why they were there.
And Marek already had more than enough reasons to never skip class again.