
"Here you go, this is your wage for the week." After passing over a small pouch, the woman with her legs crossed behind the desk casually made a 'Check' in a notebook and then, without looking up, waved her hand to dismiss him and said: "Remember to file your taxes... Next!" "Wait a minute!" After pouring out the coins from the pouch and looking at the eight large and one small, totaling nine filthy coins in his palm, Leon couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, almost wanting to pounce on her and fight to the death right there and then. "Damn it! I just repelled the evil god who was trying to erode the world this Tuesday! You bastard even wants to deduct the salary of the savior?"

Any MILF can be claimed as long as he writes their name in the book. That is the rule Renji abides by ever since stumbling upon the Milf Note; a mysterious notebook with magical powers that makes any woman—aged over thirty—burn with uncontrollable desire for him as long as he writes their name on its pages. From his seductive neighbors to his bossy professors, every name Renji writes unleashes a new, pulse-pounding conquest. Every MILF he claims unlocks parts of him he never imagined. But as he claims more MILFs, the big question is asked. Can he claim the demon MILF who created the notebook in the first place?

It was a rainy morning in Seoul. As usual, I sat in the corner of the classroom, holding the worn notebook that always accompanied me. Every page was a note about him—the one whose name I had never spoken. But today, the notebook was soaked with rainwater, and for the first time, I saw something that had never been there before: a message written on the last page, as if I had written it myself. "Don't let the rain stop you. There is something bigger waiting for you." Who wrote this? I don't even remember writing it. It was the beginning of a secret that would change my life.