The Hero Returns, Horny and Furious

“Hah, damn it.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling. To be precise, it was the stained ceiling of the one-room studio that had been mine ten years ago.

“You said you’d let me do anything if I just took down the Demon King!”

I had thought that once the Demon King was defeated, I’d be able to grope as many breasts as I wanted. I had even learned how to use Holy Power to touch them.

The technique to maximize a woman’s sexual stimulation using the hero’s Holy Power. Unlike the simple skills I could pick up easily, this one belonged to the realm of Holy Power application, so I had put in serious effort to master it. I had never actually touched anyone with it, but I had trained diligently through image training. I was just one step away from putting it into practice.

And then I was forcibly sent back without ever getting to use it.

For a moment I wondered if this was some kind of terrible nightmare. But when I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠felt rock-hard abs instead of the soft belly fat I used to have, I knew it wasn’t a dream.

I picked up the smartphone that had returned to my hand after so long and checked the date.

Thankfully, time hadn’t flowed at all since I was dimensionally transported during winter break of my second year of university. The date was exactly the same.

First things first, my whole body was drenched in sweat, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I headed to the bathroom to shower. The cold spray from the showerhead I hadn’t felt in so long soaked my skin. Even though it was the middle of winter and I was showering with cold water, my body was burning hot with rage.

But what could I do about it now? I had already returned to Earth, and the targets of my fury—the Saintess and the other women—were still in the other world.

“Huu…”

I stood under the cold stream and stared into the mirror. Six-pack abs carved like steel, shoulders broad enough to look reliable, arms and legs tempered by brutal training and real combat, and the powerful core muscles holding it all together. The body reflected in the mirror was so perfectly trained that the old me from ten years ago would have been shocked speechless.

Not only my body, but even in its flaccid state, the thing hanging between my legs radiated a presence completely different from ordinary men.

But so what? It was useless now.

“And yet my face is still the same.”

My body had changed beyond recognition from crossing the line between life and death in training and battle, but my face hadn’t aged a day despite ten years passing. It was probably thanks to the influence of Holy Power.

“Speaking of which… what about my Holy Power?”

Holy Power was the divine strength granted to me by Cerer, the goddess of the other world. As the hero who wielded the Holy Sword and her Saint, I had received this power directly from her. Unlike ordinary mana, it was a near-omnipotent force that let me use any skill without restrictions. As long as I prayed to the goddess, my body had always been filled with it.

Now, there was barely a single drop left. It was what remained after I had used nearly everything to defeat the Demon King.

Just in case, I offered a prayer to the goddess the same way I had in the other world. If I had still been there, Holy Power would have instantly surged back into me. But here, nothing happened at all.

If I still had Holy Power, I could have done something. But right now, I was nothing more than a human who had trained his body to the limit.

“Status window, open.”

“I’m screwed.”

The moment I realized it, a crushing wave of emptiness hit me. Just moments ago I had been thrilled at the thought of finally touching a woman’s breasts after defeating the Demon King. I had even imagined doing far more than that. I had pictured myself finally ending this miserable monk-like life and building a harem with all the women who loved me.

But it had all been a lie.

The countless women I had considered comrades and lovers had only said they liked me because they wanted me to defeat the Demon King. Their words of love had been nothing but empty flattery. I could no longer believe in so-called “pure spiritual love.”

“Haa… I really want to touch some breasts.”

Of course, separate from love, my sexual desire remained completely intact. The urge to grope breasts hadn’t disappeared at all. Even after everything that happened, the image of the red-haired female mage’s enormous mana orbs—no, her massive tits—kept floating in front of my eyes. The sight of the Saintess’s plump, jiggling ass wrapped in pure white fabric also refused to leave my mind.

“Didn’t she tell me to stop staring because it would tarnish her holiness? Those bitches whose very existence is obscene.”

They would shake their huge breasts and asses right in front of me like they were doing some kind of sex appeal performance, then tell me not to look. What the hell was that supposed to mean? It was nothing short of torture.

Memories of everything I had gone through with the women I once thought of as comrades and lovers flashed through my mind one after another. My head felt chaotic and painful.

I dragged my now ice-cold body out of the bathroom. Too lazy to put on clothes after the shower, I simply threw on a pair of underwear and collapsed onto the bed.

“…Should I call home?”

I let out a long sigh and set my confusion aside for a moment. The harder things got, the more my family’s faces came to mind. When I had first arrived in the other world, there had been more than a few times I wanted to see them so badly it hurt. As time passed and so many women became my emotional support, the longing for my parents had gradually faded.

But now that those supports had turned out to be nothing but illusions and vanished like a mirage, I suddenly wanted to hear my family’s voices again.

I picked up my smartphone and called my mom. After ten years, I finally heard her voice.

“Hello? Mom.”

“Oh, son. What’s going on all of a sudden?”

“I just… missed you after so long, so I wanted to call.”

“After so long? We saw each other during the holidays just recently.”

‘Ah, right. Of course.’

I had been gone for ten years, but for everyone else, time had stopped. I realized that now.

“You’re not in some kind of trouble, are you?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. I think I just got confused for a second. I’ll hang up now.”

“Huh? Son, wait a sec—”

If I stayed on the phone any longer I might slip up and say something wrong. Satisfied just from hearing her voice, I quickly ended the call.

Maybe because I had heard my family’s voice after so long, the chaotic feelings in my heart slowly began to settle.

“Let’s just forget about the other world.”

I finally started to accept the reality that I had returned from that world to this one. There was no point in clinging to lingering attachments when I didn’t even know how to go back. Of course, forgetting about the other world didn’t mean the sexual frustration I had endured for ten years had disappeared. On the contrary, now that my rage had been organized, that lust began to creep back up again.

To be exact, I felt like I would go crazy if I didn’t touch some breasts today.

“Isn’t there any girl who’ll let me touch her breasts?”

I opened my smartphone and scrolled through my contacts. In all my life, I had never had sex, let alone touched a woman’s breasts even once. The number of women I exchanged private messages with could be counted on one hand.

No matter how long I stared at my contact list, there was no woman who would come running the moment I called and let me grope her.

“Ugh!”

With a sour expression, I kept scrolling until I suddenly stopped at one name.

Childhood friend Park Nayoung.

Since we had lived next door since we were kids, we had been close for over twenty years. Our families were close too, so we often ate together. We had even taken the train down to our hometown together this Lunar New Year. She was the only woman I knew who I was actually on good terms with.

‘If it’s her… maybe if I got down on my knees and begged, she’d at least let me touch her breasts?’

Sex would be absolutely impossible, but just a light touch might somehow be doable.

But.

“No matter what, it can’t be her.”

Was she ugly? No. If I had to choose between pretty or ugly, the scale would tip heavily toward pretty. Her face was flawless. And not only her face—since she had been exercising since her school days, she had a toned body so perfect the word itself felt inadequate. Long, slender legs, a volumptuous ass that stood out proudly, a stomach and waist with zero fat. Whenever she wore tight clothes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like skinny jeans or leggings that clung to her body and showed off every curve, the eyes of every guy around would automatically lock onto her. She had that kind of captivating figure.

On top of that, her straightforward and energetic personality that was almost boyish meant she was popular with both men and women—unlike me.

So what was the problem?

If I, her childhood friend, got down on my knees and begged her to please just let me touch her breasts once, she would probably frown and say something like, “Ugh, you idiot,” but out of childhood-friend pity she might let me do it once.

The problem was what came after.

‘She’d call my mom immediately.’

Since our families had been close since we were young, Park Nayoung and my mom were in regular contact. She would report everything I did. If I asked her to let me touch her breasts, I’d be too embarrassed to go home for months.

“Pride or sexual desire?”

I felt a sense of self-loathing that the first thing I worried about right after returning from another world was something like this. But if anyone had been forced to suppress their lust like a monk for ten straight years, they would end up the same way.

I moved my finger ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over Park Nayoung’s contact. All I had to do was press the call button. For some reason, it took more courage than stepping into the entrance of the Demon King’s castle.

“Tsk. To think the former hero is lying in bed in nothing but his underwear thinking about this kind of crap.”

I clicked my tongue and put down the smartphone I had been holding. There was no guarantee she would let me touch her breasts just because I asked. There was even a chance I wouldn’t get to touch anything and would be teased about it for the rest of my life, so I gave up on contacting her.

“I’m different from the old me.”

The old me would have agonized for a long time before barely managing to say a single word to any girl other than Park Nayoung. But the current me was used to talking with women. And if I made good use of this body that would make anyone—man or woman—gasp in admiration just by looking at it, getting a girlfriend shouldn’t be that difficult.

It was the same kind of overconfident thinking as a discharged soldier who believes he’ll be popular the moment he returns to society, but there was no harm in thinking positively.

“Just wait and see. I’ll do everything I couldn’t do there, and I’ll do it like crazy here.”

The moment I made that vow, I heard someone pounding violently on the door outside.

Bang bang—

“Hey, Kim Hyunjin! You alive in there?!”

It was the voice of my childhood friend, a voice I hadn’t heard in ten years.