Episode 1

"Hey, Ugly!" A tall youth with acne-scattered skin called out to a chubby, homely, short figure standing in front of a small shop.

The unattractive face of the portly young man twisted into an even less appealing grimace, and he turned towards the taller youth with a look of dread.

"Come here, Ugly! Hurry up!"

The well-built, though not thin, youth displayed his menacing expression, summoning the chubby one with a fierce tone.

Upon hearing the angry bellow of the taller youth, the stout one quickly abandoned his place by the storefront and scurried towards his caller.

"Wh-what do you want, Sir?" stuttered the corpulent youth with a faltering voice.

"No questions!" The taller one shoved the chubby youth, knocking him backwards to the ground, then planted his foot firmly on the stout lad's chest. "I'm irked just looking at your hideous, bloated figure! Hand over whatever money you’ve got now!"

"Ju-just a moment, Sir," the pudgy young man hastened, fumbling through his pockets while ignoring the pain he suffered.

Thud!

A fist smashed into the right cheek of the chunky youth for taking too long to produce the money.

"You're too slow, damn it!" The taller youth tore at the plain green shirt of the plump one, intending to pull him aside.

The weight of the chubby young man's corporeal mass failed to sustain the integrity of his own attire.

His flabby chest revealed, punch after punishing punch bore down on him in frustration.

"Please, don't hit me!"

While cradling his pain, the hefty young man managed to withdraw a single banknote and weakly offered it to the taller one.

"Good. Now get out of my sight!" A kick rumbled into the soft belly of the stout youth. A smirk crept over the taller young man's face upon gazing at the cash.

After pocketing the 50,000 rupiah from the chubby youth, the tall one walked away, leaving the rotund fellow on the street, his face aglow with a counterfeit sheen of contentment.

As the tall youth retreated, the overweight one picked himself up, busied himself tidying his clothing, and then trudged back home with reddened eyes.

"Damn it all!"

Inside his cramped rental room, the heavy-set young man vented his frustrations by pummeling his pillow.

The pillowcase, now a crumpled mess, became speckled with drops that descended from above—tears streaming from the eyes of the disheartened youth.

"I regret coming to this world!! My fate remains the same, even in a world so different! Curse it! Every last deity is heartless! Zeus be cursed, you swine!!"

The husky youth spontaneously spewed forth these sentiments, an outpouring of the curses borne of a heart tirelessly bearing the trials of his current existence.

Vino Bleki, the youth who had unintentionally shifted to a parallel dimension scarcely distinguishable from his original Earth.

He had moved two years prior into the body of this stout young man, one coincidentally bearing his identical name.

Upon arriving, his former robust physique was already compromised by fat and lack of height. Vino recognized this was detrimental if it persisted unabated.

Still, after two years of effort to slim down, the results were underwhelming. Despite the narrowing of his figure, he still appeared bulky, not as excessively so as before, but enough to continue being the butt of ridicule, particularly at work and his lodgings.

He found himself shunned, neither women nor men even considering friendship with him.

Compounding his misery was an offensive body odor. Vino was acutely aware this contributed to the social distance enforced by others.

Regardless of soap choice or quantity, his sweat invariably resurrected the unpleasant scent.

Retreating to the village and residing with his elderly parents beckoned Vino, but he knew their daily sustenance depended on him.

His parents, advanced in age, had Vino quite late in life.

His father's capacity for labor had waned, confined now to light duties on their tiny farmstead.

Vino avoided imparting his urban miseries to his parents. Each visit, he feigned cheerfulness, bestowed upon them his hard-won wages, and the following day, returned to Jakarta to grapple with his adverse destiny.

Now, Vino truly could bear no more. In his mind, a plan to end it all manifested, though a lingering doubt in his heart restrained this dire intent.

"Tell me how to change my fate for the better! Please, someone, just tell me how to become handsomely presentable, not this ugly! I'm beyond weary! I'm desperately tired... to anyone who knows... please tell me."

Burying his face in the pillow, Vino sought to suppress his sobs.

Nevertheless, his heart refused silence, for the weights of feeling therein demanded release.

With each sob and sniffle, Vino’s sorrow gradually dissolved, imparting some measure of solace.

[Ding! The System has found a host!]

[Initiating rapid binding!]

[Ding! The System binding is successful!]

[Welcome to The Ultimate Boyfriend Rental System!]

Vino’s crying ceased upon hearing a series of mechanical, robotic-toned announcements resounding in his head.

"Who's there?!" Vino sprang up on his thin floor mattress and scanned his tiny room.

Finding no sign of an intruder, he was both puzzled and frightened.

Wiping the snot from his upper lip and drying his eyes, he took one final survey of his room for any hidden interlopers. "Who spoke just now?! Please, show yourself!"

As if in response to his words, the mysterious voice he sought reverberated once more.

[Ding! Congratulations on becoming the sole employee of the Heavenly Boyfriend Rental Company!]

"A System?!"

After carefully heeding the internal voice, a recollection sparked within Vino.

His puzzled expression shifted to elation, and as his euphoria surged, Vino trembled uncontrollably.

The System, an artifact often encountered in his numerous readings, typically bestowed upon such special entities whether they be reincarnated souls, world travelers, or reborn individuals.

It was a tool to assist these special beings in achieving greatness.

Now, the System was his, and Vino was unastonished; he had been awaiting its arrival.

"System, can you explain your purpose to me?"

[Ding! The Ultimate Boyfriend Rental System can transform you into a versatile man. Featuring an appointment function, as the name suggests, you can be booked to become a girlfriend’s boyfriend for a specified period.]

[Once an appointment arises, you are free to accept or decline. Declining incurs no punishment, but no reward will be received. Accepting, on the other hand, grants you a permanent reward.]

[The System will adapt your persona to suit the client's wishes. Completing an appointment satisfactorily entitles you to choose one of the abilities provided at the start for completing the task. Satisfied clients will reward you with a bonus.]

After hearing the System's explanation, Vino roughly grasped its functions and purpose.

The concept echoed that of the rentable boyfriend services in Japan. He would be at women's disposal as a temporary beau, and upon completion of services rendered, he'd receive whatever prize was on offer.

"This service isn’t about anything... indecent, is it?" Vino pressed for confirmation of his comprehension.

[It depends on the client's request. If she wishes for bedroom play, you must comply.]

Gulp!

At this revelation, Vino involuntarily swallowed hard.

"I see, System!"

[Ding! The System sympathizes with the host and decides to grant a Beginner’s Gift Package!]

[The Beginner’s Gift Package is opened! You’ve received the Teleportation Ability, and a start-up fund of 20 million rupiah!]

Vino’s eyes widened, disbelieving as he exclaimed, "Teleportation?!"

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