In a world filled with powerful apeople possessing supernatural strength, Jinan was just an ordinary college student. At twenty years old, he was doing well overall. There was nothing remarkable about him—except for his striking pink eyes.
Jinan strolled around campus with a beautiful woman by his side—his girlfriend, Ha-Yun. Her brown hair cascaded down to her full chest, complementing her flawless pale skin and warm brown eyes. She walked tall and confident, her arm wrapped around Jinan's left arm. Ha-Yun was slightly taller than him, dressed in jeans that hugged her waist and a simple white shirt that hugged her body.
Ha-Yun glanced at Jinan, her cheeks flushing a soft pink before she quickly looked away. Noticing her reaction, Jinan tilted his head to the side, meeting her gaze. "What's wrong, Ha-Yun?" he asked gently.
"Nothing…" she replied, her voice trailing off. After a moment, she hesitated before continuing. "Jinan, what do you plan to do after studying? Are you sure you want to be a teacher…?" Her tone wavered as she looked at him earnestly. "Maybe you should try something else…? I'll pay for your tuition!"
Jinan smiled softly and shook his head. "You already paid for my current tuition. I know your family might be super rich, but I don't want to rely on you too much."
He gently placed his hand on her cheek, softly caressing it. Ha-Yun hesitated for a moment before letting go of his arm, her gaze falling to the ground.
"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while, Jinan," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I just… didn't know how to say it."
Taking a deep breath, Ha-Yun finally met his eyes, her expression conflicted. "I'm having an arranged marriage… in the United States. My family found this man they think is a good match, and… I don't really have a say in the matter."
Jinan's eyes lost all light, his heart sinking. He tried to keep a smile, but it came out shaky. "Arranged marriage…?"
Ha-Yun nodded, her face dark with sadness. "I'm moving this September… so in just a couple of days…"
Jinan stood frozen, shocked. It took her this long to tell him? He barely had time to process it all—the perfect girlfriend he'd known for seven years was about to marry some random man. As the seconds passed, the shock slowly morphed into a growing sense of anger.
"September is just three days away?!" Jinan's voice cracked, his frustration bubbling over. "How long has this marriage been planned?!" His tone grew sharper. "How could you not tell me? We promised we wouldn't keep secrets from each other, yet you kept this hidden until it's almost here?! How could you be so cruel? This gives me no time to get ready—no time to fix this…"
Ha-Yun's gaze remained fixed on the ground, her hands trembling slightly.
"The marriage has been planned since January…" she murmured, her voice soft and pained. "I never told you because I thought I could get out of it… But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop my family from going through with it…"
Tears streamed down Ha-Yun's face as she wrapped her arms around Jinan's neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "My sweet Jinan… Let's make tonight the biggest day for us… I'll make sure it's perfect for you and me…"
August 29, 2025, 4:57 PM
Jinan lay in his dorm room, sprawled across his red bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling fan. The red blankets barely covered him as he stared blankly, his thoughts swirling. Tears began to fall, but he quickly wiped them away.
Suddenly, a red translucent screen appeared above him, catching him off guard. He fell off the bed in surprise, hitting his head against the wooden frame with a sharp crack. Blood trickled down from the impact.
Groaning in pain, Jinan slowly got to his feet, wiping the blood from his forehead, and walked toward the screen. It glowed in front of him, black text written in bold letters:
"Do you wish to obtain the Lust System?"
Beneath it were two options:
Yes
No
Jinan stared at the screen in stunned silence, his mind racing. After a moment, a thought struck him, and his eyes widened. "This is like the manhwa's I read… no way…" The possibilities flooded his mind—countless, unimaginable outcomes.
He quickly pinched himself, testing whether this was some bizarre dream. The sharp pain confirmed it wasn't. With a deep breath, he steeled himself, his finger hovering over the "Yes."
Jinan hesitated, his finger hovering just above the screen as he processed the name—"Lust System." His skepticism grew, doubts clouding his mind. If this was truly what he thought it was, he wasn't sure he was ready for the consequences. But the weight of the recent events—the shock, the anger, the heartbreak—pushed him forward. With a deep breath and no further hesitation, Jinan pressed "Yes.
Jinan began to levitate into the air, a red aura surrounding him. The furniture around him trembled as his jet-black hair lifted with the energy. He looked around, panic rising in his chest, but the overwhelming aura obscured his vision, making everything seem blurry.
Eventually, the sensation of weightlessness faded, and he crashed to his knees, feeling something strange stirring within his body. He stood shakily, then walked over to a nearby mirror, still disoriented.
His reflection shocked him. Jinan had always been on the skinnier side, but now his body fat was visibly lower, replaced by lean muscle that seemed to ripple with newfound strength. His figure was more defined, more powerful. What startled him the most, though, was how he had grown—just slightly, but enough to notice.
Jinan's hands moved instinctively over his now-chiseled body, his pale skin feeling different to the touch. The changes were real—he could feel them, see them. His heart raced as he looked around, still in shock.
He quickly walked over to his closet and pulled out a black shirt, slipping it on. The fabric, which had always been loose, now hugged his frame in a way it never had before, accentuating his lean muscles.
As he stared at his reflection, another translucent screen appeared before him, its message clear:
"Would you like a tutorial?"
Jinan answered quickly, "Yes," and the previous screen vanished, replaced by a new one.
"Please say 'Stat Profile.'"
Without hesitation, Jinan complied. "Stat Profile."A checkmark appeared next to his words, and the screen transformed once again.
"Jinan Stats!
Stat Points: 10
Looks - N/A
Strength - N/A
Speed - N/A
Durability - N/A
Cock - N/A
Follower Count - 0
Love Meter Multiplier - 0"
Jinan stared at the screen, his mind racing as he processed the strange and unexpected details.
Jinan stared at the screen in confusion for a few more seconds before it shifted again, now displaying a new message.
"Introducing the Love Meter!
The Love Meter is split into eight stages:
Stranger, Acquaintance, Crush, Infatuation, Attachment, Lover, Obsessed, Follower!
By building a bond with someone, you can increase their stage in the meter! The higher the stage, the more devoted they are to you. Reaching the Follower stage increases your Follower Count. Obtaining a follower also increases your power by two times!"
Jinan nodded in understanding, his mind racing. "So I'm guessing that the love meter multiplier increases how fast I can make someone go up the ranks, correct?"
The red screen flickered briefly before being replaced with a new message and a checkmark appearing.
Jinan, feeling a bit awkward but unable to resist, asked, "So what does the 'cock' stat mean? Does putting stat points into that make me… you know… bigger?"
The screen shifted again.
"Every ten stat points placed into the 'cock' stat makes it one centimeter longer, but every point added also makes your cock feel nicer for women."
The red screen shifted again, displaying new instructions:
"To add stat points, say the following: 'Add [Stat point amount] to [Stat].'"
"Add five to strength. Add five to speed," Jinan said confidently, his voice steady.
A checkmark appeared over the red screen before it was replaced with a new message.
"5+ to Strength! 5+ to Speed!"
Jinan smiled, feeling a surge of newfound confidence. With the changes already coursing through him, he stood up and walked toward the door of his dorm room. He pushed it open, stepping outside and heading to his black car. Once inside, he turned on the radio, the music filling the car as he began driving toward the gym.