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Turning Yoo Se-young into my slave.

Just by looking at me, she gets excited, even when she’s holding my hand and asking for more.

I had plans to thoroughly transform her into my own female specimen, enduring bloodshed and humiliation.

But as they say, preparation is key to everything.

“First, I need to get stronger.”

I had to get stronger.

Women have the ability to conceive, so they have higher standards when it comes to choosing a partner than men.

Naturally, males compete against each other.

“I am strong.” Or,

“I am trustworthy and love you.”

If you can’t convey these feelings, you’re likely to lose in the competition for reproduction.

Of course, it’s not an easy task.

To win someone’s heart, effort is required, and as a reincarnator, I was no exception.

Therefore, I set my goal.

“A high school senior.”

A high school senior who is,

“Estimated to have a fortune of 10 billion.”

A self-made stock genius who amassed 10 billion in just two years without any inheritance.

“Top 3 in 500.”

Bench press.

Squats.

Deadlifts.

A physical monster who lifts a total of 500kg in these three categories.

“A pretty boy.”

A 185cm human with skin as white as jade after receiving skin care and acupuncture for a year.

A being more heartless than the male lead in a romance novel, but in reality, he was a high school senior!

I had to change in two years.

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Irresistible condition number one. Money.

There’s no one in the world who dislikes money.

To survive, you need it, and just having it in your bank account gives you a sense of security.

That sense of security easily spreads to your partner. In simple terms, money enhances my charm.

It was essential.

And there was only one way to get it –

“Investment.”

Buying stocks and profiting if the company does well was a simple task.

The principle was so easy that even an elementary school student could understand it.

The only problem was not knowing which company would do well.

But,

I was a reincarnator.

I knew without any effort which company would succeed and which would fail.

It was an opportunity to take advantage of life.

So I hoped, but –

“You can’t use your phone because you’re a student? At school?”

Yeah. In those days, students had no rights, so they had to hand in their phones as soon as they arrived at school at 9 am.

Coincidentally, the Korean stock market was open from 9 am to 3 pm. Except for one lunch break, there was no time to trade stocks.

“I guess I have to give up day trading.”

In the end, I gave up day trading and switched to swing trading.

I wasn’t a lunatic who memorized all the stock graphs, but I knew what events were happening just by looking at the company names.

“Buy stocks with short-term profit events.”

For example, Saseong Electronics.

It’s currently at 80,000 won, but next week it will be 140,000 won, and in 10 years, it will be over 400,000 won due to stock splits.

So, even if Saseong Electronics’ stock price drops to the 60,000 won range, I wasn’t worried.

Anonymous 5851: Going to commit suicide lol

Anonymous 1045: Is the water temperature of the Han River warm?

Anonymous 0849: The Saseong family is a bunch of idiots who think knowing a shareholder is a big deal, from Cheongnyangni 588…

Anonymous 0145: Why do idiots hold onto worldly attachments? Just commit suicide lol

People acted as if they would shoot themselves in the head, but I had no reason to be anxious.

Knowing that the stocks were going up, what was there to worry about?

It may sound like a dream, but most of the charts moved as I predicted.

The result.

The money that was 2 million won just a while ago had more than doubled in just two months.

“Easy.”

I hit the upper limit several times.

Even with diversified stock investments, making this much profit. How much money could you earn if you go all in on futures options?

Just thinking about it made my heart race.

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The second essential condition for living.

Strength.

No matter how rich and smart a man is, if he’s coughing all day due to a lung disease or weighs 50kg underweight, from a woman’s perspective, he’s not someone to rely on.

My goal is 3 to 500.

I wanted to follow the most ordinary ‘standard of strength’ commonly recognized.

And of course, what I needed was muscle.

‘Right now… I look really bad.’

Looking in the mirror, there was a skinny man.

As a high school freshman, I was a small fry who only cared about studying.

Although my skeleton was quite wide, it was nothing more than a stretched-out child’s body when I took off my clothes.

‘Maybe this is harder than stocks.’

If her ribs were showing, it would be described as sexy.

But if his ribs were showing, it just felt pathetic.

Improving this might be more urgent than money.

‘At least I should be able to do a pull-up.’

So, ignoring my parents, I joined a gym with my own money.

“One.”

“Huuh.”

Lowering down.

“Two.”

“Poooh.”

Lifting up.

“Well done! Just 5 more!”

“F-five.”

I stared at the trainer as if I had lost my voice.

Bench press.

Lifting weights while lying down.

‘Damn. This is so damn hard.’

I used to handle up to 100 kilograms in my past life, but now it was tough.

Just lifting it once drained all my strength, and I screamed that I didn’t want to exercise anymore.

But.

With the power of great desire, I endured it all.

‘I want to do a pull-up. With my homeroom teacher.’

“Just one more! Member! Just one more!”

“Huuh.”

[Just one more] was already the tenth.

“Well done! Just one, just one more!”

“Huuh!”

‘Pull-up. Pull-up. Pull-up!’

And so, the bench press ended.

My whole body was soaked in sweat.

With a pleasant fatigue and muscle pain, I felt like I just wanted to rest.

‘I sweated today, so this should be enough.’

The sense of accomplishment of living a fulfilling day rushes in.

But today is an upper body day.

The hellish routine wasn’t over.

After a 2-minute break, it was time for shoulder and back exercises.

‘Really… this is fucking hard.’

If my goal was just to make money, it would have been much easier, but my goal was to become the perfect owner of Yuseo-young.

I couldn’t give up here.

“Member! Just one more!”

“Ugh!”

After nearly an hour of exercise, I chugged a protein shake.

It tasted really awful.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Thank you.”

I went to the gym 4 times a week.

Just imagining coming here again made the future look bleak.

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I quit all my academies.

They were useless.

Even though I had the skills to easily get a top grade, I was the kind of person who didn’t do that.

‘It’s surprisingly all coming back to me.’

For example, the English vocabulary test I took in the first semester of high school freshman year.

Even though I didn’t memorize the words separately, they seemed to have meanings written next to them.

Choosing the parts that seemed like the correct answers made them turn into red circles.

If I ever doubted my past self, my score would immediately drop.

It felt like my hands were faster than my head.

‘Really, this is a piece of cake.’

So I didn’t listen to the classes. If it wasn’t Yuseo-young’s class, it wasn’t worth listening to.

That’s how my day was optimized.

I ignored anything related to the college entrance exam and quietly read stock-related materials, market, political, and economic information during school.

Returning home, all I did was fiddle with stocks and exercise –

It was a life without any unnecessary clutter.

Rest for a day.

Exercise for a day.

Invest in stocks.

Rest for a day.

Exercise for a day.

Invest in stocks.

And so, two months passed.

My shoulder and abdominal muscles began to show. Being naturally slim, it was more of a challenge to bulk up rather than lose weight, but somehow, I managed it.

There was 5 million won in my bank account. A significant amount for a high school student, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to earn more money.

And so, four months passed.

My abs became more defined, and my chest muscles bulked up. When I wore a t-shirt, it was clear that I had been working out. It felt oddly satisfying.

There was 10 million won in my bank account. I couldn’t make much money due to the unfavorable market conditions.

“If I continue like this, I won’t make a hundred billion.”

Finally, with determination, I dabbled in gift options.

And so, a year passed.

As spring, summer, autumn, and winter came and went, my body became significantly bulkier.

As a consequence of overusing protein supplements during my growth spurt, my shoulders had broadened.

My muscles, which refused to be hidden, protruded prominently above my clothes. Even when wearing a school uniform, the contours were visible.

Additionally, there was 100 million won in my bank account.

“I was a bit tense.”

Entering the gift options market with the heart of a lion, I bet on puts and calls like a pro.

The error rate was 0%.

I passed through the crossroads where getting it right multiplied my money by ten, while getting it wrong reduced it to zero, several times.

“Are you Mr. Baek Sung-hyun by any chance?”

“Yes. But…”

“I heard you made a fortune in gift options this time. Despite your young age. We are from Daesung Investment Group. Would you be willing to do an interview?”

“No.”

I didn’t want to do this kind of thing again. I was now so fed up that I didn’t even want to look at charts.

After spending a year like that, I started receiving skincare treatments and learned boxing.

Various red skin troubles gradually disappeared. I could feel the change in the way women looked at me.

I could lift 300-400 kilograms. My school uniform felt like it was about to burst.

Even though I was a high school senior, there were ten billion won in my bank account. Looking at that made me feel proud.

“It was tough.”

Truly proud.

But it wasn’t enough.

One year.

Just one more year, and I thought I could become an unattainable human.

And so, two years passed, and the day of meeting my only homeroom teacher approached on March 8th.

My skin was glowing.

My body had become a monster.

There were 30 billion won in my bank account.

I was now undoubtedly the strongest high school student, an individual who wouldn’t lose even if I entered a fantasy world right now.

That was me.

“Son, are you studying properly?”

“Yeah.”

I maintained a rough grade of 2nd place to secure time alone with English teacher Yoo Seo-yeong.

“It’s enough. Money, face, height, body.”

I adjusted my slightly wavy black hair as I pleased.

In my previous life, you were the teacher, and I was the student, but in this life, I wanted to try something a little different.

A slightly more assertive relationship.

“I’ll be off.”

“Okay. It’s the first day, so do well.”

“Yes.”

March 8th.

The day English teacher Yoo Seo-yeong took on the role of our homeroom teacher at our school.

My heart started racing like crazy.