The Paradox of Infinite Celibacy

Infinite Celibacy Sect…? This actually works?

The confirmed sect name brought back the stream of thoughts from his earlier brainstorming session. Originally he had gone with Infinite Lust. Then he changed lust to celibacy. It wasn’t about forbidding desire; it was about infinitely pursuing gold. Not abstinence, but gold-desire. A clever little pun in Hanja that only worked in Korean.

I think that’s what I meant…? Otherwise it’s way too paradoxical…

The religious order Kim Minjun intended to build was a hedonistic cult that worshipped luxury and sex. Of course the sex would only ever be with him, the cult leader, but semantics. Still, naming it the Infinite Celibacy Sect made the whole thing sound like it demanded the suppression of every earthly desire. It was seriously, almost comically, paradoxical.

Ah, whatever. Stage one clear.

Paradox or not, he decided to be happy about completing the quest. No matter what the sect was called, he would walk his own path. If any problems arose later… well, he would deal with them then.

As soon as he finalized the sect name, the next quest for cult prosperity popped up in earnest. Kim Minjun checked the details and immediately headed for the room next door where Kim Mihyun lay unconscious. One of the requirements was to use every cult leader skill at least once, and this was perfect timing. He had a particular skill he had been wanting to test on her anyway.

It says it can cure cancer, so it should erase scars without a trace, right?

He couldn’t allow even the smallest scar to remain on Mihyun’s body. The skill description contained terrifying words like addiction and thirst, but he brushed them aside. Mihyun was already someone who couldn’t live without him. Besides, he had to use every skill at least once to clear the quest anyway.

“Ugh…”

She was lying face-down because he had been applying ointment to her back. Kim Minjun climbed onto the bed, flipped her over, straddled her stomach, and assumed a mounting position.

Finally doing this…

Right before his eyes lay the planet-sized breasts that Forbes would have ranked as the most mouth-watering in the world, completely defenseless. He swallowed hard and gently slid his cock between those enormous tits.

Shliiick.

“Kh…!!”

No matter how far he pushed, there was no end. The sensation felt even deeper than when he was inside her pussy. And the texture was insane. The combination of softness and overwhelming weight squeezing his shaft felt so good that he nearly came the instant he buried himself in her cleavage.

He gripped her breasts firmly with both hands, tightening the tunnel around his cock as much as possible, then began thrusting his hips. Since the goal wasn’t sex but to ejaculate and heal her with his semen, he stimulated himself without mercy.

“Hngh…!”

Kim Mihyun’s colossal breasts truly surpassed imagination. He hadn’t even thrust that many times before a shiver shot up his spine and the urge to cum surged forward. He quickly pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach again, and grabbed his twitching cock.

Spluuurt! Spluuurt!

After rubbing the tip a few times across her smooth back, thick ropes of semen burst out. Using his cock like a brush, he spread the cum evenly over the scarred areas on her ass and lower back.

It doesn’t make a dramatic “hiss” sound and erase the scars instantly like in manhwa, huh?

He had expected something more theatrical, but perhaps because his physical enhancement wasn’t high enough yet, the wounds didn’t vanish the moment the semen touched them. Still, the effect was clearly working.

I guess I’m not a perfect elixir yet. While I’m at it, maybe I should crank up the physical enhancement? I have plenty of bullets saved up.

He had originally planned to hoard as much money as possible since he didn’t know how many cult prosperity quests there would be, but this one offered 100 billion won as a reward. He would also need to have a lot of sex to reach ten believers. Spending a bit wouldn’t hurt.

He opened the enhancement window and poured points into raising his entire body to +2. After calculating the anesthesia fees, the total came to roughly 100 billion won, but it was an amount the current him could easily afford.

But my cock and balls… I should go even harder on them.

Those two areas saw the most use. They were literally the most important parts. On impulse, he decided to push both to +3. They were his reliable money-makers and the source of his all-powerful elixir. It only made sense to prioritize them.

With anesthesia on both, that’s 30 billion won total? Whatever. Do it.

A 30-billion-won flex that would leave even the God of Money speechless. Without hesitation, Kim Minjun confirmed. The familiar sensation of his cock and balls stretching hit him immediately. By now it felt more like a deep-tissue massage than anything else.

Hmm… still feels light.

The enhancement finished in under a few minutes. His body, which he thought couldn’t possibly get any better, really had become lighter and more agile. Vitality flooded every cell thanks to his upgraded balls. And between his legs now hung what looked like a massive siege cannon.

It’s fucking huge… even I’m a little scared of it.

It was too big. Dumping 10 billion won into it had produced truly exceptional results. If +2 had been impressive, +3 was downright terrifying. Sure, a woman could technically fit a fire extinguisher inside if she really tried, but there was no need to ruin a perfectly tight pussy by forcing something that large. Doing so risked tearing her.

Even if it’s not quite extinguisher-sized… my dick is still too big. Most pussies won’t be able to handle this. Wait! Since my semen is an elixir, maybe it’s fine?

Slap!

He smacked his knee at the sudden realization. If a pussy tore, he could just heal it with Semen’s Healing. If it loosened, he could spray it with semen that had beauty and anti-aging properties ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to make it tight and elastic again.

“Haa… Money God… just how many moves ahead are you thinking…?”

The God of Money was truly incredible. Not a single skill had been designed carelessly. His cock swayed heavily between his legs as he walked to the bathroom without a worry in the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠world and washed up. He had to go meet Yeonju.

When clearing quests, always start with the easiest ones. Basic strategy.

Using every skill at least once would happen naturally while he gathered more believers, so he didn’t need to worry about it. The ten-believer requirement could be cleared instantly if he wanted; he could just call five prostitutes and have an orgy. But raising Yeonju’s obedience from 97 to 100 seemed far easier.

If he surprised her with a visit, dropped a few slick lines to pierce her heart, and stroked her hair a little, he could probably push her to 100 without much effort. It was infinitely simpler than an orgy.

Besides, my Yeonju is SSS-grade. She deserves special care.

The app didn’t have a single useless function. And the Cultist Aptitude ranks clearly weren’t just for show. As a former hardcore gamer before becoming a cult leader, he could tell. A cult was still an organization, and in any organization-management game, rank was crucial.

Saintess, clergy, cardinal… once I establish branches everywhere, I’ll need bishops too.

It was still speculation, but it seemed likely that he could assign positions based on aptitude rank. That was how it worked in games, after all. SSS-grade could become a Saintess. S-grade and above could become cardinals. Something like that.

Even if the system wasn’t exactly like that, ranks would almost certainly be utilized somehow. Any group needed a hierarchy, and ranks provided an easy way to establish one. Therefore, Yeonju—who had been SSS-grade from the start—deserved to be treated as a special case and showered with affection.

After his shower, he put his old clothes back on. They felt gross, but he had no choice. This was a brand-new apartment he had just moved into, and he hadn’t brought any luggage.

I should buy some clothes before going to see Yeonju.

It wasn’t even 7 p.m. yet. He could do some shopping and still have plenty of time to meet her. Before leaving, he stopped by the room where Kim Mihyun was still unconscious. He wanted to check on her condition.

She’s out cold.

There was no sign she would wake up anytime soon. He left the lights off so she could rest comfortably, using his phone’s flashlight to examine the areas on her lower back and ass where he had applied the semen.

Whoa… it’s completely clean.

He ran his hand over her back in fascination. The red whip marks that had marred her skin were gone, leaving it as pale and flawless as fresh snow. Not much time had passed since he applied the semen, yet the skill’s power far exceeded his expectations.

He paused.

Wait… where did all the semen I applied go?

Alarmed, he swept his palm across her back again. The thick load he had spread everywhere had completely vanished. There were no traces on the sheets, and she hadn’t been tossing and turning.

Did it get absorbed into the wounds?

That was the only explanation. The thought that his semen was now inside Mihyun’s body gave him a strange feeling. Not a bad one, exactly, but it made her feel less like a separate person and more like she carried a piece of him. A sense of unity. Something like that.

He stood there savoring the odd sensation for a moment before leaving the room.

After shaking off the lingering emotion with a quick toss of his head, he headed to the garage and climbed into the Lamborghini. Since he needed clothes, his destination was the large department store nearby. He had considered stopping by to see Hemi, but the Gloria Department Store where she worked was in the completely opposite direction from Yeonju’s house.

The roads were hellishly congested with people leaving work. Even a Lamborghini couldn’t do anything about traffic jams. Crawling along like a diseased turtle in a spaceship only made him more irritated. By the time he reached the department store he was thoroughly pissed off.

And of course the interior was packed with people. He thought about using the Cult Leader’s Insight to sift through the crowd for potential believers, but there were simply too many. Even if he spotted someone promising, pushing through that sea of bodies to reach them sounded like a massive hassle.

Fuck. I’m already exhausted and I haven’t even started shopping. Can’t be helped today, but next time I’m ordering everything online. Real shopping is online shopping.

While reluctantly making his way toward the men’s luxury section, he spotted a café right in front of him. Almost as if possessed, he walked inside. He wanted something cold and sweet. The traffic jam and the crowd had drained all his sugar.

No matter how much he strengthened his body, it seemed psychological stress was a different matter.

“Welcome~ What can I get for you, sir?”

The part-timer behind the counter had a bright, bunny-like face and greeted him with matching cheerfulness. The sight alone injected energy back into his stressed-out body.

“Something sweet and cold?”

“Ah! Sweet and cold! How about an iced caramel macchiato?”

“Yes. That, to go please.”

“Sure thing~ I’ll ring you up~”

After paying, he stood at the counter waiting for his drink. Then, from behind him—

Crash!

Some idiot must have broken a mug.

He didn’t visit cafés often, but he knew that most places these days only used mugs for non-takeout orders because of the eco-friendly trend. Assuming that was what had broken, he didn’t even turn around.

But then another sound came. This time it wasn’t breaking ceramic. It was a gravelly middle-aged male voice thick with irritation.

“Ugh, fuck! Hey! Part-timer! Why the hell is this cup so slippery?!”

“Hic! I’m so sorry! Did… did you get hurt?!”

The bunny-like part-timer, who had already been startled by the crash ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠while making his drink, looked even more shocked. Her eyes were wide as saucers. Being cursed at made them widen even further. Her pupils trembled violently.

Still, she clearly had experience. Even while panicking, she instinctively grabbed a mop and dashed out from behind the counter. It was a clean, professional movement worthy of employee-of-the-month.

Yeah, definitely different from Yeonju.

Still… this means the drink’s going to be delayed. Maybe I should just leave.

Thanks to the cute part-timer, his energy had recovered somewhat. The luxury section would probably be less crowded. He was about to walk out when the rude customer’s gravelly voice rang out again, stopping him in his tracks.

“You stupid bitch!! What are you going to do about this?! Huh? This is a million-won luxury cardigan! I just bought it!!! You fucking worthless whore!!”