Chapter 115
Chapter 115
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: How to Tame a Beast
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⚙ AUTHOR NOTICE ⚙ Due to the intense backlash from readers, I've revised the previous two chapters. I sincerely apologize for the nonstop sudden plot accelerations. Got too focused on Lee Soohee's 'alpha energy,' and the story veered off course. Sorry for the confusion. The morning after I decided to start exercising.
I woke up and immediately climbed on top of Chaewon, who was sleeping soundly beside me.
Forget yesterday's resolutions—my morning wood was screaming for the swift success of the 'Impregnation Project.'
The moment I tried to wedge myself between her legs, Chaewon pushed me away in her sleep and mumbled.
"Ah... honey, sorry... it's that time of the month for me today..."
"...Fuck."
With a hiss of deflating steam, I rolled off her body and flopped onto the bed.
My grand plan to kick off the day in 'Sperm King' mode failed before it even began.
As I lay there staring at the ceiling with a deep sigh, Chaewon woke up and rolled toward me.
Chaewon, who didn't give a damn if I fucked other women as long as her own 'impregnation' came first—a true 'no problems' type.
She patted my ass comfortingly with her palm and said.
"...Why don't you go patch things up with Yura while you're at it?"
"...What?"
"She looked pretty pissed yesterday. If you don't fix it, who will?"
This crazy bitch was born to be the perfect wife and mother.
On her period, redirecting her husband's lust to another woman—this flawless problem-solving skill.
I chuckled in disbelief, turned away from Chaewon, and opened the bedroom door.
Yawning widely, I headed to the living room on the first floor and immediately spotted an intriguing scene.
Han Yura in her leggings, gearing up for her daily morning jog.
And Lee Soohee, my personal bodyguard, patrolling every corner of the house from dawn.
The two women stood at opposite ends of the living room, locked in a subtle territorial standoff, like invisible lines were being drawn.
Well, it wasn't much of a standoff, really.
One side was just unilaterally bristling its fur.
Han Yura, using stretching as an excuse, split her legs and twisted her waist, but her feral leopard eyes never stopped glaring daggers at Lee Soohee.
The sharp, vigilant aura of a female guarding her territory against an intruder hung thick in the air.
But Lee Soohee, like a well-fed lioness, didn't even acknowledge the leopard's futile hissing.
She simply alternated her gaze between the window and the front door, faithful to her duty.
I watched the hilarious pecking order battle like it was a wildlife documentary, then approached Han Yura and spoke up.
"Han Yura, why are you glaring at Soohee first thing in the morning?"
"You shut up, you irresponsible prick."
She stopped stretching and snapped back coldly.
"Anyway, all that nagging aside... you haven't gone jogging yet, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I'll go with you."
For the first time, surprise flickered across her face.
"......What's gotten into you?"
"Just felt like trying some exercise myself."
"What, aiming to be 'Running King' Kim Cheolsu this time?"
She asked mockingly. I smirked and shook my head.
"Nope. Like you said, trying to boost my stamina a bit..."
I paused, recalling the weight of Haneuli in my arms yesterday.
"...More than that, holding Haneuli yesterday made me realize... kids grow so fast, day by day?"
Han Yura fell silent at my answer.
She just stared at me with complicated eyes, the sarcasm gone.
"Seriously, you don't fit the role at all... but you're dead serious about being a dad, huh?"
Finally, her voice carried genuine curiosity, not mockery.
I shrugged casually.
"Told you before. I'm great with kids—pro level, even."
She shut her mouth, momentarily speechless at my brag. Then she reverted to her usual prickly expression and scanned me from head to toe.
"Hmph... Anyway, I'm heading out now. You planning to go like that?"
I followed her gaze down at myself. Still in the comfy silk pajamas I'd rolled around in with Chaewon last night.
"It's just a lap around the neighborhood. Dress code or something?"
She looked at me like I was pathetic.
"Yeah, well, if you go out in pajamas, the whole neighborhood will buzz that 'Haneuli's dad is a lunatic.'"
"Ah, yeah... that's not great."
Haneuli's reputation was on the line.
I gave up coolly, went back to the room, changed into shorts and a T-shirt, and came out.
Then Lee Soohee, who had been standing in the corner of the living room, approached me.
"Comrade Chairman, heading out?"
"Yeah."
Without asking more, she nodded and strode quickly to the kitchen.
She slipped a sharp paring knife—the kind for peeling fruit—up her training pants sleeve, then returned to me nonchalantly.
"........Um, Comrade Soohee? Why the knife?"
"You never know."
......Too tired to argue, I let it go.
I stepped out the front door with Yura waiting there.
Heyri Village at dawn was fresh and peaceful. We started jogging into that serenity.
And exactly five minutes later.
"Hahk... hahk... hahk... fuck... sto... stop...."
I collapsed on the roadside, panting like a dog, and yelled.
Han Yura stood beside me, not a hair out of place, looking at me like I was a bug.
"No wonder, always just eating, sleeping, and shitting. That's your stamina level. Moron."
"Whaddya... mean... I exercise too..."
I wheezed defensively. Yura shot back incredulously.
"Exercise? What? Waist workouts? That's not exercise—that drains stamina. Hell, you lost over 40 kilos just from fucking without real exercise? You're gonna drop dead from overexertion."
"Who loves it most when I pound her?"
"Beats me?"
She shrugged with a sneer.
"Been so long since you pounded me, I can't remember if it even happened."
"......."
Goddamn bitch, never lets a word slide...
Too exhausted to retort, I just sprawled out on the ground.
At my pathetic sight, Han Yura didn't wait anymore and jogged off lightly.
Only Lee Soohee, my dedicated bodyguard, remained, standing quietly by my side.
Panting like my lungs were bursting, I looked up at her shadowing me.
"Hoo... hoo... Hey, Soohee... any tips... for getting good at exercise?"
She gazed down at me with emotionless eyes and offered the simplest solution.
"Run till you're on the verge of death."
"......"
"Even if your breath reeks of acetone and you're puking stomach acid, don't stop. Keep running, and it'll all come together."
Ah.
Right, she was from the North's slaughter machine unit.
I vaguely recalled hearing they had ten instructors per trainee in that 'human weapon' program.
Asking a monster like her for casual neighborhood jogging tips...
I was the idiot.
"But Comrade Chairman, you're peculiar. Different from the eyes you showed after creampieing me yesterday. Those had life... now you're just a blank-eyed moron. How does a person change so much in a day?"
Her question stabbed right to the core.
How does a person change so many times a day? That was the essence of my ability—my unspeakable secret.
Still on the ground, I looked up at her and flashed a lecherous grin.
Turning crisis into opportunity, I'd flip this into a trap to bind her.
"Ah, that. Hmm... If I tell you, you'll be my cocksleeve for life... cool with that?"
I dangled the bait to hook her curiosity, proposing an irresistible deal. But she didn't budge.
She just looked down at me like a pitiful kid and stated the obvious.
"Even now, I'd spread if you ordered it, right?"
"......."
That one line froze my smug smile solid.
Yeah, I was the moron.
Morning 'delirious position' sex skipped—here was the aftermath.
Without starting the day in Post-Nut Clarity's clear mind, collapsing after five minutes of jogging and losing every mental spar with her was par for the course.
Blaming all my failures on 'lack of sex,' I sheepishly got up.
I plopped onto a nearby bench, pulled a cigarette from my pocket, and lit it.
As I did, Lee Soohee approached silently.
Instead of sitting, she stood right beside me—feet shoulder-width apart, hands behind her back—in perfect 'at ease' stance.
Like a soldier guarding an officer.
I exhaled smoke wordlessly and glanced at the statue-like woman beside me. Then, resolving to explain everything, I spoke.
"You asked earlier. How a person changes so much in a day."
"......."
Lee Soohee turned her gaze to me without a word.
"Normal me is just what you've seen. A rich moron. Collapses after five minutes of exercise, obsesses over dick problems—a pathetic loser."
I took a deep drag, exhaled, and continued.
"But after I fuck and cum... for that brief moment, my head changes completely."
"......"
"All the fog clears from my brain, and it turns into... fuck, some supercomputer or super AI. The optimal move for everything in the world, the right answer—it just appears."
I stared blankly into space.
"That's how I make my money. In that short time, I become a god."
Lee Soohee showed no change in expression or reply to my confession.
She just pierced me with those fathomless eyes.
"So Comrade Chairman... you're a 'psychic'?"
"Psychic?"
"In South Joseon terms, something like a superhuman."
"Yeah, close enough... a superhuman whose trigger is 'sex.'"
Her eyes lit up with interest at my answer.
"Ho, fascinating. Back North, some crazy Party official once boasted about building a 'psychic' unit."
"Really? Yeah, I heard the US did something like that too. So, what happened?"
"What do you think? They all turned half-mad, and the ringleader got shot on the spot."
"Heh, brutal... but wasn't that classified? How'd you know?"
She replied indifferently, as if it were common knowledge.
"I was the one who put the bullet in that ringleader's head."
"......."
I had nothing left to say.
"But if your 'ability' is real..."
"Yeah."
"Why just sit in front of a computer?"
"It's a brainpower thing?"
I shrugged like it was obvious. For the first time, she looked at me not with pity, but regret.
"You know that?"
"What?"
"The body is used by the brain too."
She clenched and unclenched her fist lightly, continuing.
"People who train aren't dumb. The 'intelligence' of using your body is way higher than average. Predicting the opponent's next move, moving your muscles most efficiently to dominate—that's all advanced brain work."
Her words hit like a sledgehammer to my skull.
I'd only used my ability for copying money.
But if she was right?
If I could link my 'supercomputer' brain to this pathetic body?
Shivering at the new possibility, I stared at her in awe.
'The body is used by the brain too.'
Her words rocked my worldview.
Until now, I'd used my Post-Nut Clarity superintelligence only for making money.
I thought my 'mind' and shitty 'body' were totally separate.
But if I could connect them?
Calculate optimal breathing, most efficient muscle movements, and the perfect rhythm to drive a partner to climax with my supercomputer brain?
Then, a forgotten project resurfaced.
The 50-billion-won joke project to screw over Han Yura.
The [Vitality King] Project.
It might not be a dream anymore.
Aware of the new potential hidden within me, I grinned with dark ecstasy in the shadows.