Chapter 125
Chapter 125
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 125
Chapter Title: That's When I Become a "Thug"
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That's when I become a "thug."
The first thing to pierce through my consciousness, wandering in deep darkness, was a sound.
'Beep-beep-beep-! Beep-beep-beep-!'
A merciless, mechanical alarm that felt like it was tearing my eardrums.
I reflexively grimaced and pulled the blanket over my head.
As if mocking my resistance, a soft but firm hand shook my shoulder.
"Honey, time to get up. It's 5:30."
I let out a groan and forcibly lifted my impossibly heavy eyelids.
Leaning back against the bed's headboard, Chaewon brushed my forehead once to check if I was fully awake, then gave a small smile.
"Wait just a sec. I'll go grab it."
Chaewon left those words behind and quietly exited the master bedroom on the first floor.
I stared blankly at the door she'd gone through, sensing the "trials" awaiting me, and let out a deep sigh.
A few minutes later, the door opened again, and Chaewon returned carrying a small wooden tray.
She carefully set the tray down on the nightstand beside the bed.
On the tray were two glass cups.
One was a thick, unidentified green liquid far from the freshness of morning.
The other was a sticky, viscous black liquid that looked bitterly unpleasant just to behold.
My new mornings always began with these two glasses of "poison."
Yoon Chaewon's health juice for the [Virility King] project, and the exorbitantly expensive tonic packed with oysters, eels, and all sorts of herbs born from her obsession with getting pregnant—I forced them down my throat.
As always, to wash away that horrific taste, Chaewon's face drew near with a candy between her lips.
The sweet candy and her soft tongue gently stirred the unpleasant aftertaste filling my mouth before reluctantly pulling away.
But this time, she didn't withdraw her body right away like usual.
Leaning into my arms, Chaewon hesitated for a moment before asking in a small voice.
"......Are you busy today, by any chance?"
"Today? Yeah, probably. Why?"
"Um... later this afternoon... I want to go to the hospital."
'Hospital?'
My heart sank in an instant.
Fuck... no way?
I looked at her with eyes full of eager anticipation.
But as if reading my expectations, Chaewon shook her head with a gloomy expression.
"It's not that. I just... want to look into IVF or something."
"....At our age, IVF feels a bit much, doesn't it?"
"I know... but there's been no news at all... I want to get some tests too..."
Her anxious voice made me ask, half-wondering.
"Hmm... you don't mean you're checking if I'm shooting blanks or something?"
"No, not you... me."
"You? You're not infertile, 100%. We've got Haneul as clear proof."
At my words, Chaewon lowered her head.
Her voice grew so small it seemed to sink into the ground.
"I... saw online... that if you've had a lot of... intracervical ejaculations..."
After a pause, she finally confessed her deepest fear.
"...the body might see sperm as 'invaders' and push them out. For women like me... who misused their bodies in the past... it could lead to infertility..."
She was trembling with the horrific anxiety that her "whore" days might have ruined her body.
I gently pulled her small, quivering shoulders into an embrace.
Then, I whispered softly into her ear.
"I'll make time this afternoon...."
"Okay...."
Relieved by my words, Chaewon buried her face in my chest.
After comforting the anxious Chaewon, I got out of bed and changed into workout clothes.
Then headed outside.
'Sage Mode' brain activity causes an 'overload' that drains my physical energy.
So, when training the body, it makes sense to turn off that ability instead.
Following Lee Soohee's advice, I planned to train from now on in the state of the frailest, most defenseless "pathetic Kim Cheolsu."
As I shuffled into the living room, Han Yura—already transformed into the perfect "suburb jogging girl"—came down from the second floor, saw me, and smirked.
"Well, well? Thought you'd quit after three days... looks like you're dead serious."
"What can I do when the brain-dead slut's pissed 'cause I won't fuck her?"
At my crude joke, Yura casually flipped me the bird.
I sighed with an "I've seen it all" expression and headed out the front door with her.
Lee Soohee followed silently, like a shadow.
And so, we began running together, cutting through the cold dawn air as day broke.
At first, it was pure hell.
But thanks to the daily hellish training? Lately, I could manage if I paced myself.
About ten minutes into our run through Paju's crisp morning air, the pain like my heart exploding hit, and I collapsed onto a nearby bench, gasping for breath.
Then Han Yura, who'd been way ahead, turned back, stood in front of me, and giggled.
She hadn't broken a sweat—annoyingly energetic.
"Loser. Tired already from this?"
"Hah... hah... fuck off... and quit picking fights."
"Oh, I'm skipping the office today—heading straight to Blue Sky Games."
"You've been going there a lot lately? Got a thing going on, you bitch?"
"If you're that worried, put a chastity belt on me."
"I will."
"Sure."
...Ever since that meltdown last time, she doesn't hide her emotions in stuff like this anymore.
I clicked my tongue at Yura.
Like a haughty cat, she flipped me off again for show and ran ahead with her dedicated bodyguard "No. 3."
I watched her back for a moment, then asked Lee Soohee, who had appeared silently behind me like a shadow.
"Lately... anything unusual?"
It had been a week since Investigator Park Sojin's "warning."
I'd been relentlessly sowing discord in her "farm" nonstop, so feedback should be coming soon.
But to my question, Lee Soohee just shook her head silently.
That silence felt even more ominous.
You never know when, where, or how an unseen enemy will strike.
At that thought, I pictured the frailest, most precious being in my kingdom.
Catching my breath on the bench, I gave a quiet but firm order to Lee Soohee behind me.
"Pay extra attention to Haneul. Add more bodyguards if needed."
This was my top priority as the "boss" of this group.
"Got it."
Lee Soohee's curt reply.
Only then did I force my exhausted body to stand.
Every muscle screamed, and my head spun.
With a near-dead face, I started running again.
Of course, it wasn't really running.
It was just the pathetic sham of a newborn fawn flailing its legs forward.
Lee Soohee silently shadowed my pitiful form like a ghost.
After finishing the hellish jog and returning home, it was 7 a.m.
Unlike Lee Soohee, who was spotless, my body was drenched in sticky sweat.
I headed straight to the shower attached to the first-floor master bedroom.
As I washed off the sweat with hot water, the shower door quietly opened.
It was Lee Soohee.
As if it were the most natural thing, she entered naked, knelt before me, and began pleasuring my cock with the same mouth that had just called me "comrade boss."
I received Lee Soohee's "service" as I washed away sweat and fatigue.
Toweling off roughly and stepping into the bedroom, a new scene unfolded.
Chaewon had returned to the room and lay naked on the bed—her perfect body with its vibrant irezumi tattoos—waiting for me.
That lewd yet submissive body of Chaewon's always got me hard.
Gazing at her, I climbed onto the bed with Lee Soohee.
Then, as if on cue, Lee Soohee naturally assumed the perfect rear-entry position, ass raised high.
I thrust my already rock-hard cock from the bathroom teasing straight into Lee Soohee's "high-performance" pussy and started pumping my hips.
Squelch, squelch.
Slap, slap-slap.
The raw sounds of flesh colliding inside Lee Soohee's pussy and the friction sucking everything in numbed my reason.
Feeling the overwhelming urge to cum her "high-performance" pussy built in seconds, I locked eyes with Chaewon lying beside the bed.
No words needed.
My gaze was the command to "prepare," and Chaewon naturally spread her thighs to receive me.
I pulled out of Lee Soohee's pussy right before climax and plunged straight into Chaewon's.
It felt looser than Lee Soohee's, but that didn't matter now.
I thrust back and forth just twice, hard.
Then, shoving deep, I poured every drop of erupting semen into the deepest part of Chaewon's womb, my body shuddering.
Once it was all over and Post-Nut Clarity's clear mind returned.
Lying atop Chaewon, catching my breath, I reviewed my actions.
This wasn't perversion.
It was the most efficient choice based on feedback from Lee Soohee: my and Chaewon's shared goal of "pregnancy," and my usual messy, drawn-out sex sessions actually drained my body.
Use Lee Soohee's body to build climax with minimal energy expenditure.
Then pour that energy solely into Chaewon for the ultimate goal of impregnation.
Chaewon beneath me gently stroked my body, still lingering in the afterglow, and whispered.
"...That was amazing."
"You say that obvious lie so naturally?"
I teased her fib, then continued.
"Just hold out a bit. Once the [Virility King] project succeeds, I'll make you drool every day."
".....Okay."
Chaewon nodded.
The moment I pulled out of her, she lifted her legs skyward in that "serious delusion pose," not wanting to waste a single drop of leaking semen.
At the same time, Lee Soohee naturally took my cock—still coated in the semen I'd just dumped in Chaewon—into her mouth.
As she "cleaned" me, one thing suddenly nagged at me.
"Hoo... Lee Soohee."
"Slurp... ha... Understood."
She got my intent, released me, and replied.
I nodded toward Chaewon, still in her "delusion pose."
"Make Chaewon cum once."
"I'm fine..."
Chaewon protested weakly, but I cut her off.
"It bugs me. Shut up and squirt."
At my command, Lee Soohee quietly turned to Chaewon, who closed her eyes in resignation.
Since the [Virility King] project began, my mornings started in a bizarre tranquility.
On the bed, Lee Soohee suckled Chaewon's breasts while fingering her clit, bringing her to satisfaction.
It had become an everyday sight in our home.
Leaving that scene behind, curses flew from my mouth the moment I arrived at the office.
"Hah, fuck... that bitch pulls this shit?"
On the office sofa sat Investigator Park Sojin, her "side-gig colleague" Thickie, and two men in suits I'd never seen.
They waited for me utterly at ease, like they owned the place.
I'd anticipated her "warning" as mobster-style physical "violence" and prepped countermeasures (Lee Soohee and the guards).
But,
Mocking my expectations, she'd stormed my heartland wielding the most legal and powerful weapon: state authority.
Hah... fuck...
This "investigator" scrap pulling what amounted to a corporate raid?
My Post-Nut Clarity brain rapidly analyzed the abnormality.
This was no solo decision from Park Sojin.
100%, orders from her "higher-ups."
I began calculating my next move as I eyed Park Sojin smiling at me.