# Chapter 1
Heo Wonyoung, 30 years old. The youngest elite team leader of a major corporation’s marketing team.
For the past few months, he had fallen into an absolutely dog-shit situation. There were quite a few times when he wanted to hit someone or just end himself, but…
He could bet everything he had that right now was the most wretched moment of all those months combined.
“Hyung, who the hell is this guy?”
This one is Ki Siyeon. He was a gangster. Keywords: #YoungerTop #SmoothTop #WoundedTop.
“Since when does a third-rate gangster talk to me? Disgusting.”
This one is Baek Heegang. He was an actor. Keywords: #ObsessiveTop #PrettyBoyTop #AssholeToop.
“Ah, I may be third-rate, but I’m quite confident in my ability to cut your throat.”
“Go ahead and try. Before that, I’ll cut off that arrogant tongue of yours first.”
And these two people glared at each other as if they were going to kill… no, they really seemed like they were going to kill each other.
“Stop it, you guuuys…”
But the biggest problem was that Wonyoung, who should be stopping this fight, couldn’t act according to his own will!
Why? Because in this world, he wasn’t “Heo Wonyoung,” but “Narae.”
He tightly closed his eyes at the notification windows that appeared layer upon layer before him.
[Level 3 penalty ‘Forced Correction’ is currently in effect.]
[Rae’s status has become ‘Enchanted’ while surrounded by two handsome men. Cuteness has been added to speech and behavior.]
[Status: Enchanting(*￣3￣)╭]
By the way, all that the unintentionally enchanting version of himself could say were useless things like “Stop it, you guuuys.”
As if they’d stop with such a nasally voice. Wonyoung just wanted to slap his own mouth once.
“Rae hyung, I’m asking who this bastard is. Why are you hanging out with some second-rate actor, someone like you.”
“Someone like Rae? What do you know about Rae? I even know what Rae ate for breakfast this morning.”
‘What? That crazy stalker bastard.’
Now he was even memorizing other people’s breakfast menus? Wonyoung glared at Heegang, but Heegang responded with a natural eye-smile.
Eventually, Siyeon, who was irritated by their misaligned exchange of glances, cut in with a harsh tone.
“Stop talking bullshit.”
“…Bullshit?”
Despite Heegang’s eerie tone, Siyeon snorted and asked Wonyoung.
“Hyung, this guy’s face looks exactly like a sociopath or something. Should I take care of him?”
“Huh? Umm? Take care? What do you mean by that, Siyeon?”
Of course, Wonyoung had never said such nonsense. He had only said, ‘What do you mean by take care, Ki Siyeon.’
“You look like you’re going to die tomorrow. I’d better kill you before you get our Rae involved. Right, Rae?”
“Um… let’s not do that and get along. Okay?”
Wonyoung showed off Narae’s special cuteness that only he didn’t understand, saying “Okay? Okay?” Slightly softened by that cuteness, Siyeon snapped at Heegang.
“You claim to know so much about hyung, but you don’t know his preferences? Do you know how much he loves my body?”
“What?”
“He’s always touching my chest, I can barely sleep at night…”
“Si-Si-Si-Siyeon! Such things are embarrassing!”
Wonyoung quickly covered Siyeon’s mouth while inwardly hurling bitter curses.
‘Damn it, can nothing be done about Ki Siyeon’s perversion? When did I ever touch his chest every chance I got?’
But meanwhile, Heegang’s mouth attacked without giving any opening.
“Hmm, that can’t be right. Rae likes me. Of course he has to. I’ve matched everything to Rae’s preferences. Hair color, style, skin tone, eye color, clothing, everything.”
‘Stop it, you even bigger pervert!’
Wonyoung shouted that, but due to the Forced Correction, it only came out as the pathetic “Heegang, stop it!” Damn this Abangsu!
‘Why are all the game characters nothing but perverts? System! System, come out!’
At that moment, instead of the system that Wonyoung was desperately looking for, someone else appeared.
“Narae-ssi, I’m sure I gave you a card, so why…”
A tall man ducked under the low door, then slowly surveyed the three people in confrontation. When Wonyoung’s figure was caught at the end of that cold and arrogant gaze, the man’s eyes narrowed slightly.
And after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth.
“What are these pieces of trash?”
‘Here it comes, the terrifying mouth.’
The so-called terrifying mouth, Kyung Taerim. For reference, his keywords are: #ChaebolTop #DominantTop #ColdBloodedTop.
Wonyoung, mentally tearing his hair out, hesitantly tried to approach Taerim but was grabbed by both Heegang and Siyeon. Taerim’s thick eyebrows curved upward in displeasure. The gazes of Heegang and Siyeon toward Taerim were equally cold.
“…Ha, haha. Taerim-ssi…”
“I would have told you.”
Taerim walked steadily toward them, regardless of Heegang and Siyeon’s threatening attitudes.
Then, ruthlessly removing the hands of the two men holding Wonyoung’s arms, he said:
“Don’t pick up useless things.”
“…”
“What? Useless? Useless to whom?”
“Who is this nouveau riche-looking fellow with such cheap talk?”
Seeing Heegang and Siyeon’s faces turn instantly hostile, Wonyoung sensed that the “big problem” had appeared. It was this man.
But as always, the game was one step ahead. Because the “really really big problem” was something else.
[※Mission Alert※]
Objective: Go on a date with the target characters.
Reward: Penalty exemption ticket (1 time use)
With ‘all’ the target characters? A fun date? With everyone here? In this atmosphere? A date?
“…Hiing.”
Hearing the nasally sound that flowed out instead of biting curses, he thought:
Die, Abangsu.
* * *
Wonyoung silently stared at the scene before him. He wasn’t particularly angry. He was just trying to understand the current situation.
But true to his reputation as the “Number 1 intimidating gaze in the company,” his indifferent gaze, regardless of his intentions, gave tremendous pressure to the other party. This effect applied equally whether it was an incompetent subordinate, a boss forcing company dinners, or an unidentified object.
And now, the orb of light floating before his eyes—there was no other way to describe it—couldn’t bear his gaze and spoke.
“Player…?”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
Wonyoung finally rubbed between his eyebrows and continued slowly. He looked visibly tired.
“So you’re saying that I’ve entered some kind of game?”
“That’s right! You have been selected as a beta tester for the female-oriented romance simulation <Is Being Abangsu Also a Sin?>! From now on, you will start a love journey with handsome men that is sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter!”
Listening to the cheerful voice that lacked any sensitivity, his head began to ache. The orb’s statements were so problematic that it was hard to know where to start criticizing.
Certainly, until yesterday, he had been working normally, gone home normally, and fallen asleep normally. So why was he having such an absurd dream? Even when he was in kindergarten, he had never dreamed anything this nonsensical.
‘Was I too tired from preparing for the PT?’
The PT had the company’s survival at stake, so even for the cool-headed Wonyoung, it was true that he had been feeling mental pressure. If that was combined with overwork up until now… well, it wouldn’t be surprising to have such a strange dream.
‘Not a good dream to have the night before a PT, though.’
Wonyoung thought as he cast a glance at the orb of light.
Anyway, patience is the remedy for nightmares. Since it’s a dream, it will end eventually.
The problem now wasn’t when the dream would end. It was how to deal with this situation until he woke up. He couldn’t just keep confronting this talking light mass.
Wonyoung, still wondering why he was having such a ridiculous dream, decided to try to understand his current situation and opened his mouth. But this willful dream didn’t wait for him.
“Excuse me…”
“You’re so excited? Well then, to match your expectations, let’s start the game right away! Say it with me! CUTE LOVE START!”
“…”
“You need to say the slogan to start! Come on, CUTE LOVE START!”
“…”
“CUTE LOVE…”
“Stop.”
Wonyoung coldly restrained the orb of light. The orb bobbed up and down as if asking what was wrong, but Wonyoung had not the slightest intention of starting some game he knew nothing about, not to mention the terrible slogan.
“Let’s talk first. First of all… what should I call you?”
“I don’t have a separate name, but if you wish, you can call me CUTE LOVE MANAGER…”
“No, I’ll call you System.”
At Wonyoung’s sharp answer, the orb of light, no, the System, seemed a little dejected. But of course, a glowing sphere with no eyes, nose, or mouth couldn’t possibly feel that way. Wonyoung maintained his cold attitude.
“System-ssi, I have a few things to check first. What genre is this game?”
“<Is Being Abangsu Also a Sin?> is a female-oriented romance simulation…”
“That’s precisely the problem.”
“What?”
“Didn’t you just tell me to enjoy romance with handsome men?”
The orb of light bobbed up and down significantly, indicating agreement. Wonyoung, feeling like he was reviewing a poorly made proposal from a subordinate, said:
“As you can see, I am a man. Yet you say it’s female-oriented.”
“Oh my, didn’t you know? The sub-genre of <Is Being Abangsu Also a Sin?> is BL.”
BL? Wonyoung’s brow furrowed at the System’s explanation.
“By BL, you mean homosexual romance between men?”
