📘 Chapter 1: Ten Thousand Masturbation
[4D Spacetime. A Medical Student's Room]
A young man, a medical student, was immersed in the mysteries of human physiology.
Capillaries expanded, tinting the lips a soft red.
Epidermal layers shifted, guided by the dance of estrogen.
As the student's hand made contact,
tactile receptors activated,
blood flow surged, and the skin flushed.
The sensation was carried through peripheral nerves to the central nervous system,
and dopamine was released from the pleasure center of the brain.
Though the skin, low in melanin, lacked protection against ultraviolet rays,
its translucent vascular networks gave it a faint rose-colored glow.
His hand moved—from neck to chest, then downward.
The skin's sensitivity deepened.
Touch receptors, pressure sensors—they all fired in sequence.
Oxytocin and serotonin cascaded through the body.
In regions dense with nerve endings,
high-frequency signals sparked like wildfire.
His own body responded as well—
an intricate symphony of the autonomic and neuroendocrine systems.
Two somatosensory systems intertwined.
Millions of synapses ignited in unison.
Dopamine swept through his prefrontal cortex and limbic system.
The amygdala recorded emotion, the hippocampus etched memory.
The sensory cortex felt touch.
The prefrontal cortex forgot time and space.
And in one brilliant flash,
like a million bulbs flaring at once,
everything exploded into light.
But physiological arousal is governed by homeostasis—it cannot last forever.
As the climax faded, the parasympathetic system gave way to the sympathetic.
Prolactin seeped from the pituitary gland,
and both body and mind slowly returned to balance.
[Chapter 2: The Ten-Thousandth Masturbation]
A desk stood against one wall, cluttered with medical textbooks, a laptop, a thick anatomy atlas, and pens scattered across its surface.
The shelves were lined with volumes on medicine and physiology.
Beside them were anatomical models and tools of the medical trade.
On the wall hung a detailed chart of the human body.
And yet, the floor was strewn with crumpled papers,
whispering of the occupant's inner turmoil.
He lay sprawled across the bed—
a man standing 180 centimeters tall, his body honed like a blade.
Handsome, yes—but his unkempt hair and hollow eyes spoke of a soul
devoted entirely to the pursuit of knowledge.
His name was Leo.
A man who lived only to master the greatest medicine under heaven.
That day,
a figure suddenly appeared before him.
Hyunta, the Monk:
"You, young man… you have just completed your ten-thousandth meditation of disillusionment. Enlightenment has dawned upon you."
Startled, Leo sat upright.
Before him stood a middle-aged monk,
his hair neatly combed beneath a calm, folded robe.
His eyes held the weight of a thousand years.
Leo:
"Who are you? How dare you appear in my quarters unannounced?"
The monk smiled gently, pressing his palms together.
Hyunta:
"My name is Hyunta (賢妥)—
Wise and Accepting.
I bring wisdom and rightful insight."
Leo's brows furrowed.
Leo:
"Never heard of such a name."
Hyunta:
"Of course not. It was you who summoned me."
Leo:
"Summoned you? I don't recall anything of the sort."
Hyunta:
"You've completed your ten-thousandth meditation of disillusionment.
At the peak of this practice, enlightenment comes.
That's when I appeared."
Leo's mind drifted back—
to the path he had walked since childhood.
What began as simple curiosity
soon became a habit,
and that habit transformed into a silent form of martial cultivation.
He had practiced every day since youth.
At age fourteen, he reached a new realm of insight.
When his training reached its climax,
his energy surged and exploded outward—
a vision of form arising from the flow of essence.
He continued on, year after year,
through the turbulent storms of adolescence.
Immersed in his practice day after day,
his inner power deepened.
And today,
he had completed his ten-thousandth meditation.
📘 Chapter 3: The Ten Thousand Emptiness
Leo, a medical student, sat quietly with his hands folded, deep in thought.
His gaze resembled that of a venerable monk reflecting on a lifetime of practice.
At last, he opened his mouth to speak.
Leo:
"Hmm... now that I think of it,
I believe I've performed this training nearly ten thousand times.
And yet... what have I truly gained from it?"
A faint, bitter smile crossed his lips.
His eyes held a quiet despair—an emptiness hard to name.
With a long sigh, he slowly shook his head.
Leo:
"With every motion of my fingertips, a phantom scent would rise,
dopamine wrapping around my body like silk.
But at the end of it all, only emptiness remained.
The climax lasted but a fleeting moment,
and was quickly devoured by the abyss of nothingness.
Is this not the cycle of samsara?
The illusion of desire?
A thousand repetitions, then ten thousand more... and I finally understood.
Pleasure is like a flame—the brighter it burns,
the faster it vanishes,
and in the end,
all that is left...
is a void."
📘 Chapter 4: The Sage's Teachings
Hyunta the Monk:
"You fool! You are still not ready."
Leo raised his head, and the monk's piercing gaze met his.
Hyunta:
"You may have trained ten thousand times,
but you've yet to discover true insight.
Tell me—did you not feel a change,
a shift in perception, every time you completed your practice?"
Leo tilted his head, unsure.
Leo:
"Wait… are you referring to that strange moment of emptiness right after release?
When all lust vanishes, and I feel—almost like a sage?
If that's what you mean... sure, I've felt it.
But what kind of enlightenment could come from that?"
Hyunta nodded, his long sleeves fluttering as a breeze stirred the nearby leaves.
Hyunta:
"That, my child, is the state known as 'Sage Time.'"
Leo:
"You mean Post-coital Tristesse?
When one experiences an emotional drop after climax,
a sudden loss of desire,
a sense of detachment from craving...
They say it's like becoming a sage, hence the nickname 'Sage Time'.
And I suppose that's where your name 'Hyunta (賢妥)' comes from too."
Hyunta:
"Indeed. Each 'Sage Time' leaves behind a fragment of wisdom.
When you've accumulated enough of those—say, ten thousand—
you reach a threshold.
A true awakening."
Leo:
"Then… what is this 'great awakening' you speak of?"
Hyunta closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
For a moment, silence filled the air.
And when he opened his eyes again,
they shimmered with a brilliance that seemed to hold the entire universe.
Hyunta:
"With each Sage Time, you grasp a sliver of insight.
And when ten thousand slivers align,
they form a single, profound realization.
If you continue to refine your mind beyond that,
you will gain the power to create reality itself."
Leo:
(Confused)
"What… what do you mean by that?"
Hyunta:
"You will understand soon.
Now, you must enter a new realm.
You have the potential to shape reality itself."
Leo:
"The power to… create reality?"
Hyunta:
"You've already been experimenting with that power.
You've felt real sensations from mere imagination, have you not?
What you experienced was reality bending to perception—
a simulation shaped by thought."
Leo's mind wandered.
He remembered:
his training was nothing but imagined.
He conjured everything within his mind—
and translated it to the body.
And at some point,
it became indistinguishable from reality.
📘 Chapter 5: The Realm of "Form Is Emptiness"
His Dharma name was Monk Hyunta.
He was a master who had awakened to the truths of the universe—
a sage versed in the principles of yin and yang.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath,
and finally began to speak.
Monk Hyunta:
"Form is emptiness. Though there may be shapes, their nature is void.
The pleasures of the body are but illusions.
Even what you call sex—how could it have true substance?
What you chase is but a mirage of the senses,
a fantasy born from emptiness."
Medical Student:
"Then… what exactly is sex?"
The young man asked.
Monk Hyunta:
"It is the union of yin and yang—
a harmony of nature.
All things in this world are composed of atoms,
and so are yin and yang."
Student:
"Yes, that much I know.
Atoms consist of a nucleus and electrons."
Monk Hyunta:
"But electrons, by their very nature, repel each other.
Yin and yang… they have never truly touched.
It is only a phenomenon of electrons pushing against each other."
Student:
"So when a penis enters a vagina,
what's really happening is that the electrons of each repel the other.
They never truly make contact."
Monk Hyunta:
"Precisely. It's merely a repulsion between electrons.
But this repulsion sends electrical signals to the brain,
releasing dopamine—the pleasure hormone.
It is no different from the ecstasy one feels at the peak of martial cultivation."
Student:
"If that's the principle…
then wouldn't the same apply when one trains alone?"
"The electrons of the hand and the genitals repel,
the signal travels to the brain, dopamine is released—
so whether it's sex or masturbation,
the mechanism is the same?"
Monk Hyunta:
"Exactly.
There is no essential difference.
Whether it's the electrons of genitals pushing against each other,
or the electrons of the hand and genitals—
both send signals to the brain that release dopamine."
📘 Chapter 6: The Realm of "Emptiness Is Form"
The monk slowly opened his mouth once more.
Monk Hyunta:
"Now, you must awaken to the truth of Emptiness is Form.
All phenomena we experience arise from that which has no true substance.
Even sex—it is not a physical reality, but one born of the mind."
Student:
"Then… are you saying that the experience of sex
can arise from imagination alone, without any physical act?"
Monk Hyunta:
"Have you not already felt it yourself?
You imagined it—and yet you felt as if it were real.
That alone shows you've grasped both truths:
Form is Emptiness, and Emptiness is Form.
This is the ultimate state:
The power to create pleasure from thought alone."
📘 Chapter 7: The Birth of Leo
Student:
"But Master, even if electrons repel and never truly touch,
don't we still perceive them as touching in the real world?
If nerve receptors detect pressure, and the brain interprets it as contact,
can we not say that, in our perception, we have touched?"
Student:
"And during sex,
testosterone, estrogen, oxytocin—these hormones are released.
They shape emotional bonds and love.
Isn't that different from masturbation?"
Monk Hyunta:
"It is your brain that believes there was contact,
but in truth, no particles have ever truly collided.
That, my student, is what we call a simulation.
Even those hormones—testosterone, oxytocin, dopamine—
can be recreated within a simulation
through mathematical models and algorithms."
Student:
"A simulation? But Master,
that sounds like The Matrix, from the movie.
The word 'matrix' refers to both a grid of numbers and the womb—
a structure that generates and nurtures life.
So the Matrix represents a virtual world that births and traps humans.
I've understood at least that much."
Monk Hyunta:
"The Matrix is no fiction.
Even the world you call 'reality' is just another matrix—
one built from countless social constructs.
And soon, you shall awaken to each of them, one by one.
Eventually, you will have the power to create a new world."
Student:
"To create a new world...?
That's... becoming a god."
Monk Hyunta:
"All is created by the mind." (Ilche yusimjo)
Student:
"To create everything with the mind alone…
Are you saying I now have supernatural powers?"
Monk Hyunta:
"That depends on how you use them.
From now on, you shall be called Leo—
a name given only to those
who awaken to the Matrix and seek to transcend its limits."
Leo:
"What does that mean?"
Monk Hyunta:
"In every era, there were those who questioned reality.
They perceived the Matrix of their time,
but were ultimately consumed by it—
either absorbed or erased by more powerful forms of control.
They were called saviors…
But none of them truly saved the world."
Leo:
"Then what makes me different?"
Monk Hyunta:
"You are not a destroyer.
You are a creator.
All the Neos of the past tried to break the Matrix.
But you—
you must create a new one."
Leo:
"I can't believe I'm supposed to create a new Matrix…"
Monk Hyunta:
"And yet, are you not already at the pinnacle of medical science?"
📘 Leo – The One Who Walks the Path of a Genius
Leo. Age 25.
The world called him a prodigy.
He learned the game of Go at age five,
reached near-professional level by ten.
By twelve, he mastered calculus.
At seventeen, he dominated the International Math Olympiad.
"Why do people struggle with something so simple?"
To him, math was just a puzzle.
Computer code—a toy.
He learned life on the Go board.
Each move a cause, each match a destiny.
But his father forbade that path.
"Go won't feed you. Just study."
So his course was set—
the path to a prestigious medical school,
the highest route defined by society.
And the results were clear.
Perfect score on the college entrance exam.
Top nationwide.
Entered Seoul National University Medical School on full scholarship—
a place where only geniuses gather.
Monk Hyunta:
"And tell me—why was it all so easy for you?"
Leo:
"I'm not sure…
It all just seemed simple to me,
as if I was born already understanding."
Monk Hyunta:
"That's because, innately,
you already saw the truths of space and time.
There's nothing more to learn in school.
Now go forth—
and shape the world according to your will."
(With a final flick of his sleeve, Monk Hyunta vanished like mist.)
To be continued...
[Epilog]
This is not just a story about pleasure.It's a story about what comes after pleasure — the emptiness, the clarity, and the quiet moments of awakening that follow.
Leo, the main character, repeats the most human and instinctive act over and over. But in doing so, he begins to understand something deeper — about the brain, the body, desire, and reality itself.
And the question that remains is simple:
"Was that pleasure real? Or just a simulation I created?"
If all of life, all desire, all emotion happens inside the brain —then what is reality, really?
Leo's journey begins with that question.And maybe... all of us are living our own version of that journey.
Your small support and presence here is what opens the next world of this story.