The Erotic Demon Eye
The brief text that floated above my head.
This was probably the power of the Erotic Demon Eye.
Internal energy at zero?
Well, that could happen.
It was fine.
At first I’d been pissed as hell, but after thinking it over carefully, it wasn’t something worth getting that angry about. I’d achieved the Erotic Demon God by burning through my internal energy, so I decided to treat it as an equivalent exchange.
And what good was a mountain of internal energy anyway? Even if I could cleave a mountain in half with a single sword stroke, there was nowhere to use it here.
Was there a murim in this world? Were there murim people walking around?
I wasn’t about to go suppress bandits and become the murim alliance leader. I’d always had something else I wanted to do.
‘Once I became the Erotic Demon God, I wanted to savor a full-on harem life.’
The Erotic Demon God had been the dream and hope of every master of the Joyous Erotic Sect, and those masters had carried the moniker of Lust Demon for generations. As the disciple of Lust Demon Oh Jeong-gwang, I was a Lust Demon myself.
A Lust Demon had to act like a Lust Demon.
I needed to unleash the dark crimson radiant dragon between my legs upon the world.
‘So how do I put that dragon to use so people will say I used it well?’
Just because I could finally eat didn’t mean I should shove anything and everything into my mouth.
With this face, women would flock to me the moment I set foot in a club.
‘But what’s the point of devouring a bunch of club groupies who just latched on?’
If I ate whatever came my way without discrimination, I might become a glutton, but never a gourmet.
Besides, I was a virgin who had endured twenty-five years in this life plus thirty years possessed by an eroge. Fifty-five years total. Factor in the virginity of the seventeen previous sect masters and it was over five hundred years of accumulated virgin power…!
I couldn’t possibly burn that off on just anything.
‘Alright then. Who should I choose?’
I got dressed, went outside, and sat down in a café to people-watch. Partly to test the performance of the Erotic Demon Eye, and partly to pick out targets for my future harem.
The moment I stepped into the café, the part-timer’s eyes went round as saucers staring at me.
“W-Welcome!”
Mmm.
This was the Erotic Demon God alright.
The true flavor of superior looks.
I recalled something a certain actor had said in an interview when asked if he ever got tired of being handsome.
‘It’s thrilling. Always new. Being handsome is the best.’
Now that I was feeling it myself, I understood.
So this was the sensation.
Thirty years of bitter training hadn’t been wasted after all.
The agony of rebirth had been worth enduring.
Hell yeah.
I ordered an iced americano and sat in a corner of the café, surveying the people around me. Just like with the part-timer earlier, text floated above everyone’s heads.
At first I had no idea what it meant, but after studying them for a while I roughly got it. The ??? was the name, and the letter afterward was the beauty rating. Until I got a proper look at someone’s face it stayed as ??, then the letter grade revealed itself once I confirmed their features.
How was I supposed to learn their names, though?
I walked up to the café part-timer and asked.
“Hello.”
“Ah, hello.”
“May I ask your name?”
“Ah, m-me? I’m… Kim Hye-jeong….”
She answered shyly, face flushing red.
Oh-ho, splendid.
If I’d asked with the old Jeong Ha-un’s body she would’ve given me a disgusted look and said, “Huh? Why do you want to know?” But with the body of the Erotic Demon God she blushed and twisted her body all bashful.
Life was easy now.
Just as expected. Once I confirmed the name, it appeared in the Erotic Demon Eye as well.
Still, if the Erotic Demon Eye only showed two things, that felt a little underwhelming. Name and beauty rating? I could check those without any special eye.
‘Hmm… but that one’s a bit off?’
Someone who looked clearly prettier than the part-timer Kim Hye-jeong. A heavily made-up woman flirting with her boyfriend registered in my Erotic Demon Eye as [??? : C-].
‘Does it show the real base looks, excluding makeup?’
If so, that was actually pretty useful. I could just think of it as my eye for beauty having improved.
I returned to my seat and spent a long time observing people—not just those inside the café, but the ones walking past outside as well. Yet the highest I saw was A- at best.
The Erotic Demon God was SSS-rank, yet in reality even A-ranks were rare, let alone S-ranks. I never imagined it would be this hard to lock down targets for a harem life.
“Um, excuse me.”
“Yes?”
While I was lamenting the general level of looks around me, the café part-timer approached and spoke to me. It was Kim Hye-jeong. She smiled shyly and held out one of the expensive cakes the café sold.
“Th-This is on the house.”
“Pardon? I only ordered one americano.”
“Th-That’s… because you’re our hundredth customer today…”
“Ah, I see. Thank you.”
It was obvious bullshit just so she could talk to me, but I decided to play along. When I took the cheesecake, a slip of paper sat underneath it. A phone number was written on it.
Oh crap.
Asking her name had made her think I was interested.
‘This is a bit…’
Thinking about it, hunting for targets in my immediate surroundings was going to be awkward. Was South Korea even a society that tolerated harems? It was strictly monogamous by law. Starting anything that could turn into romantic feelings risked useless clinginess and catfights.
‘Let’s filter out any targets who might develop romantic feelings.’
People I might find nearby—the campus goddess, the ridiculously cute convenience store clerk, the sexy next-door noona, and so on. Better to go for someone I could brush past once and be done with. Someone who wouldn’t cling to me. Someone who couldn’t go around advertising that she’d slept with me. Someone in a profession where she had to hide her romantic relationships herself, yet still possessed an absolutely insane face and body…
‘Celebrities.’
The answer was celebrities. Celebrities were people who had already peaked in looks as a baseline. On top of that, scandals made it hard for them to openly reveal who they were dating. So they weren’t the type to demand romantic feelings from me just because we’d done it once.
“Perfect. Now the question is how to approach female celebrities.”
Did I even have anything that would make female celebrities take interest? Sure, I had a fucking incredible cock, but I couldn’t exactly advertise that out in the open.
‘Is there something I can do with the Joyous Erotic Demonic Art?’
I ran through the techniques I could use. The Joyous Transmission Art, which converted the energy of pleasure, ecstasy, and lust into internal energy. Sovereign Face and Bone Alteration, which temporarily altered another person’s appearance. Primordial Spirit Infusion, which permanently transformed a target’s body. All of them were basic techniques contained within the Joyous Erotic Demonic Art.
‘Alter appearances and permanently reshape bodies?’
That was it.
A women-only aesthetic clinic.
Beauty was every woman’s concern, wasn’t it? Even celebrities who were already beautiful still wanted to look better. How much money did they pour into their looks—dermatology, massages, cosmetics, skincare, body contouring…
I could solve every single one of those in a single session with the power of the Joyous Erotic Demonic Art.
A women-only aesthetic massage shop was perfect.
I had my goal and a path to reach it. Now it was time to act.
I spent two months working part-time jobs and saving money—the grueling, high-paying kind. Construction site labor, loading and unloading delivery trucks, even food delivery for a different ethnic group. This superior body after rebirth handled all of it effortlessly even without internal energy.
Working without a single day off, I scraped together twenty-five million won. I blew all of it on a reasonably priced luxury watch and clothes. That alone ate up fifteen million. With the rest I printed a set of business cards.
A clean black card with gold cursive lettering. On the reverse side, only a phone number. High-end clinics never needed long explanations.
With the cards tucked into my pocket, I headed for the Cheongdam-dong hair salon I had scouted in advance.
“Welcome.”
“Welcome~”
The staff greeted me with polished bows the moment I entered. The salon I had chosen was called Neulsoop, a place frequented by famous celebrities and chaebol families. The prices were correspondingly savage. A simple blow-dry cost over two hundred thousand won. If I wanted to meet celebrities, I had to dive into their world. Expensive was unavoidable. That was why I had spent two months saving.
I casually slipped off my coat and handed it to a staff member. The firm physique revealed under my shirt drew a quiet gasp from her.
“Whoa…”
A young female employee in her early twenties. Probably just a trainee stuck with cleaning duties, but anyone working at Neulsoop would have seen plenty of celebrities. Even so, the looks of an SSS-rank Erotic Demon God were enough to make her eyes spin. Flushed, she collected herself and asked,
“Do you have a reservation?”
“No. I just wanted a light styling. Is the wait long?”
“One moment, please.”
She hurried to the counter. In the meantime I casually shifted position and studied the hair designers at work. My plan was to turn a hair designer into my first client. A designer who handled the hair of idols and actresses was a walking billboard for me. Even celebrities with limited outside contact spent hours chatting with their designers here. She was someone I absolutely had to recruit.
‘Still, she’ll be my first aesthetic client and beachhead. I need to choose carefully.’
As I slowly looked around, one person stood out.
A designer with bleached blonde hair wearing a black turtleneck knit. Overall she had a bright, refreshing beauty, and her figure was slender in a way that looked good. An A-rank face that had been nearly impossible to find even after sitting in a café all day was right here. As expected of Gangnam.
The staff member finally returned.
“Sir, you’ll need to wait about thirty minutes. Shall I bring you something to drink?”
“An iced americano, please. And how long would it take if I wanted that teacher over there?”
“Ah, Vice Representative Shin Mi-yun?”
“Yes.”
She still looked young, yet she was already vice representative? She must have real skill. Even better. A young, capable designer would have plenty of top-tier celebrities under her care.
Once I heard the name, the text above the blonde head changed.
Oh, now even the job title showed up.
The staff member glanced back at Shin Mi-yun, then at me, and continued with a troubled look.
“One moment. Looking at the schedule… for Vice Representative Shin you’d have to wait over an hour.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Yes. Please wait in the lounge for a moment.”
While I waited in the lounge, a group of female idols poured in. Faces I’d never seen before. Digging through both my past-life memories and recent ones turned up nothing. Trainees or brand-new rookies without a name yet. They were bare-faced before makeup, so their condition looked rough.
‘Idol trainees and they still don’t reach Shin Mi-yun’s level?’
Even so, one of them was a genuine beauty.
‘Who’s that one?’
At that level, she was a solid candidate for taking my virginity.