The Return
I had always wanted to become a lewd demon.
Any man born with a cock wants to use it however he damn well pleases. The only reason most of them don't is that doing so in the real world is a fast track to ruin.
So when I fell into the Murim world and met my master, I followed him without a second thought.
"I am Oh Jeong-gwang, the seventeenth-generation Lust Demon of the Lust Sect. Haun, was it? I can see the endless carnal desire within you. Will you not follow me?"
The seventeenth Lust Demon's personal transmission of martial arts—it was a development that matched my dream down to the letter. I figured it was some kind of special perk for dropping into the Murim world, and I skipped after him in high spirits.
All the things I could never do in the real world—in Murim, I'd do them to my heart's content…!
What I never saw coming was that the dual cultivation art Master taught me—Hwanhui Saekjeong Magong—would turn out to be a virginity technique.
A virginity technique meant maintaining absolute chastity. Pretty ironic for a Lust Demon's art, but apparently that was just how Hwanhui Saekjeong Magong worked.
I had been completely played.
"Master, isn't this a scam?"
I asked him straight. Seduced by the words "lust martial art," I had trained for thirty years. I had arrived in Murim at twenty-five and kept at it until I was fifty-five.
"My youth is gone. I spent thirty years living in the mountains. What the hell is this supposed to be?"
But Master gave no answer. He was already dead. Seated in the lotus position, having entered his final rest, his face looked utterly at peace—as if every worldly torment had been washed clean. Master, too, had cultivated Hwanhui Saekjeong Magong and spent his entire life suppressing his lust to preserve his virginity. With that torment finally gone, how light must his heart have felt?
"I've received your virginity well, Master."
The phrasing was strange, but it was true—I had received Master's virginity. Through Gyeokche Jinryeok, he had transferred to me a lifetime of internal energy accumulated by guarding his chastity to the end.
"Haa. Please accept my bow."
I performed the full nine prostrations before him.
Hwanhui Saekjeong Magong had a legendary realm. If one cultivated the art to its absolute peak, the extreme Yang energy amassed through a lifetime of virginity would reconstruct the body, elevating the practitioner to the state of Saekjeongmasin—the Lust Demon God. Upon reaching it, a mere smile could enchant any woman; the body exuded a scent that lured them in; and one gained the stamina to go for ten days and nights without tiring. A sculpted physique and a massive cock came as standard.
In simple terms: gather a virgin man's pure Yang energy and rebuild the body into the ultimate alpha male.
As a Lust Demon God, the restrictions of celibacy fell away and one could claim women freely whenever one wished—but Master had died without ever reaching that realm. So had his master before him, and his master's master… all the way back to the first-generation lord of the Lust Sect who created the art.
—This is the distilled essence of lust, gathered across seventeen generations by men who wanted nothing more than to hold a woman just once. I pass it to you. You must achieve the Lust Demon God and fulfill the dream of a true lewd demon!
He had entrusted me with his dream as a Lust Demon. And at last, as the eighteenth-generation Lust Demon, I underwent the transformation into the Lust Demon God.
Before Master's withered corpse, I made my vow.
"I will not forget. Your dreams—and mine."
I would descend the mountain and bring every beauty of the unorthodox path and every peerless flower of the righteous sects to their knees beneath my cock.
Or so I thought.
Then I returned to reality.
A familiar ceiling.
"Fuck."
I had finally been about to ravage the Martial Alliance Leader's daughter or the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Cult—and instead, out of nowhere, the real world. When I came to, I was back in my old studio apartment.
"Don't tell me… it was all a dream?"
Startled, I checked my body first. Was I back to my old self?
Fortunately, the mirror confirmed that my face and physique were still those of the Lust Demon God. Quiet, deep eyes that could entrance anyone who met them. A high, proud bridge of the nose. A sharp yet masculine jawline. A hundred and eighty-eight centimeters of height, broad shoulders, solid muscle, and an enormous cock. A flawless alpha male, without a single weak point.
"Thank god……!"
At least it wasn't one of those oh shit it was all a dream endings. Of course it wasn't. What era was this? An author who pulled that kind of plot would be out of a job.
Still, my dream of becoming the greatest lewd demon under heaven had flown off into the distance. I had planned to become the Lust Demon God, absorb the internal energy of Murim's female masters through Chaeum Boyang, and rise to the pinnacle of the martial world…!
Now there were no female masters to bed, and even if I became the greatest under heaven, nobody would know or care. What was the point of being number one in a world that didn't use martial arts…
Wait. The greatest under heaven?
Did I even need to become the greatest in the first place? My goal was just to fuck.
And when it came to beautiful women, this world had far more of them than Murim ever did. Bigger population. Better hygiene. And with the body of a Lust Demon God, there wasn't a woman I couldn't seduce.
…Is this actually better?
With this martial art and this physique, I could succeed at anything. I had poured every last scrap of internal energy—everything Master and I had accumulated to forge the Lust Demon God's body—into the transformation, so I had none left now. But replenishing it would be quick. Even a little internal energy would give me athletic ability no ordinary person could begin to match.
An athlete? I'd be the best in the world in any sport I picked. And with this face, even if I couldn't act and couldn't sing, debuting as an idol would be no problem. Looks alone were more than enough to land modeling gigs.
But. Not that route.
Becoming a global star as an athlete or celebrity would only get in the way of my real goal. I wanted to sleep with beautiful women all over the world—I couldn't very well live under a constant siege of scandals and paparazzi. If I had to watch the cameras so carefully I couldn't even have sex, was that a life? That was hell.
I've already been through hell once, though.
Those thirty years cultivating Hwanhui Saekjeong Magong in the mountains—that had been hell. And I was never going back to a state where I couldn't put my cock to proper use. Not after finally becoming the Lust Demon God.
So then—how do I use this cock in a way that makes people say I used it well?
Just because I could eat anything didn't mean I should shove whatever was in front of me into my mouth. With this body, I could walk into a club and women would throw themselves at me.
But what's the point of devouring a bunch of club girls who flocked over on their own?
Eat everything in sight and you might become a glutton—you'll never become a gourmet. I was something of a glutton, sure, but I aspired to be a gourmet. I intended to pick only the finest dishes.
Alright then. Who do I choose?
I wanted sex, not romance. So anyone who might develop into a relationship was out. The kinds of women you could find nearby—"the campus goddess," "the insanely cute convenience-store clerk," "the sultry noona next door"—those types. I preferred people I could brush past once and be done with. People who wouldn't cling. People who couldn't go around advertising that they'd slept with me.
A profession where they had to hide their romantic entanglements themselves, and yet their faces and figures were absolutely lethal…
Celebrities.
Celebrities were the answer. Their looks already sat at the peak as a baseline. And because of scandals, they couldn't openly display a relationship with just anyone. Which meant they weren't the type to sleep with me once and then demand romantic commitment.
"Perfect. So the question becomes how to approach female celebrities."
Did I have anything a female celebrity would actually take an interest in? Sure, I had an absolutely monstrous cock, but I couldn't exactly advertise that out in the open.
Is there something I can do with Hwanhui Saekjeong Magong?
Inducing pleasure was a given—that was what a lust art existed for. Once I got a woman deep enough into it, I could more or less make her a slave. The problem was how to get that far in the first place.
With the abilities of a Lust Demon God, improving skin quality or performing minor body corrections was entirely possible…
That's it. Aesthetics.
Beauty was every woman's concern. Even celebrities who were already gorgeous still wanted to be more beautiful—and that went double when you factored in skin so vulnerable to aging. A women-only aesthetic massage shop was perfect.
I had set my goal and figured out how to get there. Now it was time to act.
I spent two months working part-time jobs and saving money—physically brutal gigs that paid well. Construction labor, loading and unloading delivery trucks, even food delivery for the other half of the peninsula. My reconstituted, superior body endured all of it without internal energy and without breaking a sweat.
Working without a single day off, I scraped together twenty-five million won. I blew most of it on a reasonably priced luxury watch and clothes. Fifteen million gone just like that. With what remained, I had a business card made.
A clean card—black background, gold cursive lettering. On the reverse, nothing but a phone number. A true high-end clinic never needed a long explanation.
Card tucked into my jacket, I headed for the Cheongdam-dong hair salon I had scouted in advance.
"Welcome."
"Welcome~"
The moment I stepped inside, the staff greeted me with crisp, polished bows. The salon I had picked was called Neulsoop—a place frequented by top celebrities and chaebol families, with prices to match. A single blow-dry ran over two hundred thousand won. If I wanted to meet celebrities, I had to step into their world. The cost of admission was unavoidable. That was why I had spent two months saving.
I slipped off my coat and handed it over as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The staff member who took it let out a quiet gasp at the solid physique revealed beneath my shirt.
"Whoa…"
A young woman in her early twenties. Probably just a trainee stuck on cleaning duty—but anyone who worked at Neulsoop would have seen more than a few celebrities up close. Even so, standing before the Lust Demon God's overwhelming masculine presence, her eyes couldn't help but glaze over. Flushed, she collected herself and asked,
"Ah… do you have a reservation?"
"No. I just came for a light styling. Is the wait long?"
"One moment."
She hurried to the counter. While she was gone, I casually shifted position and surveyed the hair designers at work.
My plan was to make a hair designer my first client. A designer who handled the hair of idols and actresses was, to me, a walking billboard. Even celebrities whose contact with the outside world was tightly controlled still spent hours chatting with their designers here. She was someone I absolutely had to bring on board.
Still, she'll be my first aesthetic client and my bridgehead. I need to choose carefully.
Looking around at a leisurely pace, one person caught my eye. A designer with bleached blonde hair in a black turtleneck knit. Her double eyelids looked surgically enhanced, but overall she had a clean, striking beauty. Her frame was slender in a way that flattered her silhouette. The small chest and hips were a minus, but not enough to really matter.
The staff member found me again a moment later.
"Sir, you'll need to wait about thirty minutes. Can I get you something to drink?"
"An iced Americano, please. And how long would it take to see that designer over there?"
"Ah, Deputy Representative Shin Mi-yun?"
She still looked young, and she was already a deputy representative? She must have had real talent. All the better. A young, capable designer would have plenty of top-tier celebrities under her care.
"Yes."
"One moment. Let me check the schedule…. For Deputy Representative Shin, you'd need to wait over an hour."
"I'll wait."
"Of course. Please have a seat in the waiting area."
While I waited, a pack of girl-group idols came pouring in. Faces I had never seen before—not in any memory from my past life, not in anything recent. Trainees, or brand-new rookies without a name to their names. Bare-faced, no makeup, they looked rough around the edges. But even like that, one of them was a beauty.
Who's that?
At that level, she wouldn't be a bad candidate for breaking my virginity.