Chapter 116
Chapter 116
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 116
Chapter Title: How to Tame a Beast
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I ditched jogging coolly and headed straight home, dragging Lee Soohee up to the second-floor bedroom.
Thanks to her "high-performance pussy," I came in 47 seconds.
In the minimal time required to achieve my goal, I activated Post-Nut Clarity.
I grabbed a cup of coffee and stepped out onto the terrace, breathing in the crisp dawn air as I began to think quietly.
All those reckless moves I'd made back when I was obsessed with the delusion of being "Success Man Kim Cheolsu."
Blue Sky Games, Star Maker Entertainment...
All of that had now been neatly cleaned up by Han Yura and Choi Yang with their advanced skill called "killing time."
Of course, there was the rather burdensome side effect left behind with Shilla Biotech: Dr. Kim Seulgi, that intimidating big sis...
But considering the money and fame she'd bring in, it was tolerable.
A slut's pussy? Well, it's a nice change of pace sometimes.
With the past sorted out like that, what I needed to start was clear.
First, stop obsessing over public image and focus solely on the foresight of Post-Nut Clarity and the charts to simply make "money."
Second, use that money to stockpile "power" for any unforeseen events. In other words, steadily buy up shares in Korea's top "conglomerates."
I deliberately avoided looking at overseas stocks.
My roadmap was clear.
Domestic first, then Asia, Europe next, and finally America.
The Korean market, where black-haired foreigners openly suck up money and walk around scot-free, is easy prey, but overseas—where real monsters lurk—the "rules" are different, and the scale of "illegality" is on another level.
To venture abroad, I needed to build overwhelming power on this soil first.
This time, without any reckless moves like in my old "Success Man Kim Cheolsu" days, I planned to climb the stairs step by step, one by one, and construct an empire.
But...
Before I could even take the first step, a problem arose.
Probably that detective Park Sojin, tangled up with gangsters.
That fucking bitch.
Before my plan could even start, she showed up with a preemptive warning.
A problem had occurred.
That was a fact.
So, all I had to do was find a solution.
I'd already put that solution into action.
I hired a "private security firm" to block physical threats, and brought in Lee Soohee to handle variables beyond that.
I sat down on the terrace chair and lit a cigarette.
Then I looked at Lee Soohee standing beside me like a statue, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
Alpha. Beast.
And... that eerie beauty that even those scars couldn't hide.
No way, not Yoon Chaewon. Han Yura's actually getting jealous.
Well, thinking about it... it made sense.
A guy who'd shove his dick in her face multiple times a day was now treating it like a rare delicacy, few and far between.
And on top of that, bringing home a woman with such sharp instincts out of nowhere without a word.
Even that arrogant bitch would feel a sense of crisis.
Han Yura, that cat-like woman.
Honestly, she's my type.
She's the woman who's been with me from the very start, and I have no intention of ditching her.
That bitch with her shitty personality drooling like crazy during anal sex always hits my most twisted tastes.
But still, the reason I haven't been fucking Yura lately is simple.
Fuck, I just don't have the stamina.
Yura probably thinks I'm only sleeping with Choi Yang or Chaewon these days, but that's only half right.
To be precise... Choi Yang is basically an office wife, a toy I sexually harass when I'm bored.
The real problem is Yoon Chaewon.
Right now, morning, lunch, and dinner— all three sessions are being sucked dry by Chaewon.
That girl is completely immersed in "pregnancy meta," even bringing a packed lunch to my CEO office during breaks.
She snatches my dick away from Choi Yang, who was servicing me under the desk, and juices every last drop.
And that's not the end.
She even stays on my office sofa, legs up in a delirious position to keep from spilling even a drop of cum, until time's up before heading home.
Her sincerity is enough to humble even me.
Leaning deep into the terrace chair, I looked down at my skinny wrists.
Half a year plus a few more months since discovering Post-Nut Clarity.
My body, once a greasy pig over 90 kilos, was now under 60, with sharp bones protruding.
All of this was the result of sex.
To make money, to become a god, I had to squeeze myself dry every day.
If Chaewon hadn't force-fed me tonics and eel extracts...
I might've already rolled my eyes back, been rushed to the ER, and heard some bullshit from the doctor like "Please moderate your excessive sex."
[Virility King] project.
It was no longer a joke or delusion.
It was an "essential" task to fix my shattered pride and the tangled mess of women in my life.
I organized my thoughts on the terrace and stood up.
Then I led Lee Soohee, who was guarding the living room, up to my old room on the second floor.
Still 7:10 AM.
Before Haneuli, the absolute ruler of our house, woke up, I needed to button up the first step of the project.
With my resolve firm, I started undressing without hesitation.
Then, Lee Soohee, who had been standing like a statue beside me, naturally began peeling off her training top in silence.
"...What are you doing?"
At my question, she looked at me with emotionless eyes, as if I'd asked something obvious.
"Ain't you about to fuck?"
"Uh, no."
"Got it."
Instead of putting her clothes back on, Lee Soohee just stood there topless, motionless, waiting.
I stared at her for a moment, then climbed naked onto the bed and sat cross-legged.
In as serious a pose as possible, I asked her, who would be my new "instructor."
"You said earlier the body is used by the mind? How does that work?"
At my earnest question, she looked at me pitifully, like a kid lost in comics.
"Nah, Comrade Boss... you watch too many cartoons, don't you? You think sitting like that meditating does shit? Sure, the brain controls the body... but not like that."
Her commonsense rebuttal.
The old "Loser Kim Cheolsu" might not know, but the current "Sage Kim Cheolsu" did.
But even so, the reason I struck this ridiculous pose was simple.
I had "proof" she didn't know about.
It was none other than my "dick."
Han Yura said it.
Yoon Chaewon said it too.
After losing weight, my dick seemed especially bigger.
And it wasn't just my imagination.
I prove it myself.
My juice, which was definitely 11cm fully erect, was now 14cm.
Until now, I'd vaguely thought, "Is my growth spurt just lasting longer than others'?"
But Lee Soohee's words changed everything.
"The body too, you use it with your head."
The moment I heard that, all my hypotheses in my head merged into one.
What if my Post-Nut Clarity had been unconsciously remodeling my body without me knowing?
If, during "Loser Kim Cheolsu" mode, subconscious gripes and dissatisfaction about my "dick size" were picked up by "Sage Kim Cheolsu," who then altered my body's mechanisms themselves?
Realizing this new possibility within me, I grinned in ecstasy.
Lee Soohee was no longer just a bodyguard.
She was the world's only trainer who could remodel my body.
As her master, I commanded her.
"I'll do the thinking. You just do as you're told."
"Fine, got it. Not hard anyway."
She replied to my arrogant attitude without a hint of care.
She looked like a cold instructor teaching the basics of drill to a clueless recruit.
"First, close your eyes."
I closed my eyes quietly on the bed, still cross-legged, following her words.
"Comrade Boss, remember when you stuck it in my pussy just now?"
She used the crudest word so calmly, instantly sharpening my focus.
"How'd you move your hips? What muscles did you use, how'd you breathe? You just went on instinct. That's why you busted in 30 seconds."
Her merciless fact-bomb.
But I wasn't foolish enough to get mad anymore.
I waited for her next words.
"The body, you use it with your head. From now on, picture every movement in your mind first."
"......."
"One second ahead: which muscles, in what order, with how much force. When to inhale, when to exhale. Complete the entire process as a perfect image in your head first. Only movements perfected in the mind can succeed flawlessly in reality."
Her words sparked a flash in my mind.
"Optimal move."
My Post-Nut Clarity always showed the stock market's "optimal move."
But I'd never once thought to calculate my "body's" optimal move.
As she said, eyes closed, I began visualizing in my head.
It was the perfect "dick" image born from my most primal desire.
Beyond average size, an overwhelming "monster cock."
A vicious glans shape that would mercilessly scrape a woman's vaginal walls with a single thrust.
Setting that perfect image as the goal, Post-Nut Clarity's supercomputer kicked in.
My mind stopped "thinking."
It only "calculated" and "commanded."
Step 1: Design of the perfect blueprint.
Not just a "bigger" image. The perfect "weapon" blueprint from my deepest primal desire.
An overwhelming "monster cock" beyond average size, a vicious glans that scrapes a woman's walls mercilessly with one hip thrust.
I imprinted that perfect image in my mind.
Step 2: Foundation work and blood flow control.
With the goal set, Post-Nut Clarity's supercomputer seized control of my body.
I "recognized" the blood vessels deep in my lower abdomen.
I visualized them expanding on their own, hardening to accept more blood.
Not just sending blood, but widening and strengthening the "path" itself—the foundation work.
Step 3: Expansion and restructuring of corpus cavernosum tissue.
With the base laid, full-scale "expansion" began.
I focused on every cell in the corpus cavernosum making up my dick, accelerating division and forcibly raising elasticity limits.
With a tearing pain mixed with bizarre pleasure, I vividly felt my "treasure" physically swelling.
Step 4: Strengthening internal muscles and securing control.
Size alone isn't enough.
Now I trained the internal muscles.
Like flexing limb muscles, I imagined separately moving, squeezing, and releasing the fine muscles inside my dick at will.
Like a living creature, securing powerful control to crush my partner at my command.
Step 5: Completion of final form.
Finally, I manifested the blueprint's finest details into reality.
Glans angle and shape to stimulate a woman's most sensitive spots.
Nerve dispersion and relocation for longer, stronger pleasure endurance.
Everything tuned perfectly under the sole purpose of "domination for pleasure."
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This was evolution. Shedding my past 11cm self, surpassing the current 14cm,
A cellular revolution toward something greater, a "masterpiece."
My whole body trembled with electric pleasure and a slight alien pain.
It felt like a long time had passed.
I slowly opened my eyes.
And lowered my head to check the result of my evolution.
My thing, incomparably harder and more imposing than before.
It was no longer an ordinary "dick."
It was a perfect "weapon" born solely to shatter women in ecstasy.
"......Virility freak."
I looked up at her words.
And involuntarily winced at the dull pain screaming through every cell in my body.
"Tsk... Hey, but... this shit hurts like hell?"
At my whining, she looked down at me pitifully.
"Hmmm... Well, duh. Body can't handle that change all at once without prep."
"....Build the frame?"
"Yep."
"How?"
"What else? Running or..."
She was about to mention that "exercise" I'd quit after 5 minutes when...
"...wha...? What're you doing?"
Lee Soohee's words cut off midway.
Because I'd grabbed her hand, pulled her down onto the bed.
She lay beneath me, looking up with baffled eyes.
I declared my one and only training method as I gazed down at her.
"My exercise is sex. Only one."
"........."
Lee Soohee wore an expression I'd never seen before: utter incomprehension at my outlandish claim.
I didn't care how she saw me.
Post-Nut Clarity's command to test this "new dick's" performance and my body's new potential right now was more important.
I endured the cellular screams of pain and stripped off her training pants and panties again.
In Post-Nut Clarity, purpose overrode lust.
Mechanically, without intent to enjoy, I spread her firm thighs.
And just as I was about to thrust my new "weapon" inside her...
Pssshhh...
Like air leaking from a balloon, the icy clarity filling my head vanished in an instant— a sound only I could hear.
In its place, random thoughts flooded in: dinner menus and petty nonsense.
Post-Nut Clarity ended.
At the same time, I witnessed the horrific sight before my eyes.
My "weapon," majestic moments ago, was shriveling powerlessly back to its pathetic original size.
"...The fuck?"
At my dumb question, Lee Soohee glanced between my crotch and face, then gave a perfectly logical diagnosis.
"Frame too weak, ain't it?"
......No, more than that.
I ignored her, calculating the time in my head.
When I came in Lee Soohee's pussy earlier...
About 30 minutes ago.
Why the hell did Post-Nut Clarity, triggered by a 47-second finish, end after just 30 minutes...?
This makes no fucking sense?
"Creampie" sex is supposed to guarantee 5 hours of top-efficiency "fuel" duration?
The very foundation of my ability was shaking.