Chapter 13

Translator: True Detective

Chapter 13: Sperm Donation Center (2)

Ah... F*ck.

I am currently at the hospital lobby with the name that sounds sh*tty just hearing it, the Sperm Donation Center or whatever.

Before that, what happened to the Living Alone Declaration?

Of course it turned into a dogfight. F*ck.

"Mom said we should all just move near the university! She says we can go if we pull out the lease deposit for our house!"

"Brother! I'll transfer schools! I study well anyway, I can just transfer to a high school near there and cook and do laundry for you! Why do you insist on living alone dangerously!"

Mom tried to get moving quotes, my sister tried to get a transfer application form... there was no mess like that mess.

But I am a man of steel will. In the end, they couldn't break my stubbornness, and we agreed on getting a two-room apartment near the university area.

Of course, the process wasn't smooth. The family strongly recommended some 'Male Only Premium Security Villa' or something.

"They say security guards are stationed there, CCTV covers all blind spots, and meals come as room service!"

Hearing about it, the facilities are good, but the price is crazy. The monthly rent rivals a Gangnam penthouse. It's exactly that. No matter how much the country pours out male support funds, these male-only facilities raise prices ghost-like by that exact amount to suck it up.

It's the same logic as postpartum care center costs rising along with support funds in the original world.

"Forget it. I'd rather buy more chicken with that money."

I firmly refused that waste of money, no, that pushover act. I can't use my precious support funds to fill the landlord's belly.

Anyway, leaving behind the family's blood-tearful dissuasion and worries, I succeeded in contracting a decent two-room apartment 10 minutes walk from the school main gate.

Living alone problem solved. Back to reality.

I am standing in the lobby of this building which feels f*cked up and strangely seems to vibrate with the smell of chestnut flowers (semen).

Of course... accompanied by my family.

"Ah, this sucks really... I said I wanted to go alone..."

I swallowed a sigh looking at Mom and Ji-hye sticking to my back. No, where in the world is there a family that sees you off on your way to jerk off. It's not like I'm going to the military training camp.

"Jin-hyuk-ah, don't be nervous. Mom will be here." "Brother, fighting..."

Please just be quiet. I feel like dying of embarrassment.

Jingle.

As soon as we entered, the female employee sitting at the information desk jumped up.

"Oh... Oh my! Welcome!"

The employee's voice was an octave higher. I felt her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes quickly scanning my whole body, and my bodyguards (Mom, sister) behind me. A sturdy man walking in hesitantly sandwiched between family members, it's bound to stand out.

"Yes..."

I pulled my hat down deep and approached.

"Um... where should I go?"

"Ah, yes! By any chance did you make a reservation? Or for treatment...?"

The employee asked with sparkling eyes, kind to the point of being burdensome. I licked my lips.

'What brings you here'... Do I have to say this with my own mouth, in front of my mom and sister listening?

'Excuse me, the country ordered me to come jerk off.'

...I can't say that. F*ck.

"Th... That is..."

"Yes?"

"Ah..."

The shame rising to my throat blocked my words. Without a word, I took out the white envelope containing the crumpled guide from my pocket and slid it onto the desk.

The employee checked the envelope, and let out a short exclamation, "Ah...". Her gaze changed strangely in an instant.

"Ah... You came to 'Donate'."

Please don't say that word loudly. It's embarrassing. I felt the gazes of people in the lobby stabbing me all at once. I also heard the sound of Mom and Ji-hye gasping behind my back.

"I will guide you. You can go to the room at the end of that hallway."

The place the employee pointed to with her palm. It looked as far and distant as the road to the guillotine.

The instinct in my head was sounding warning alarms.

'Oi, that's hell you're walking into.'

But I can't avoid it. Because this is a duty. I turned around grimly and looked at my family.

"...I'll be back."

"Yeah... Son, stay strong." "Brother... Fighting...!"

Mom clenched her fist to show support, and Ji-hye cheered with a blushing face. No, what the hell is 'Fighting' for a son going to jerk off. Please stop.

I moved my heavy steps like a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

Trudge, trudge.

While walking down the hallway, I recited the procedure I looked up beforehand in my head.

The procedure itself is simple. No different from the original world. I was relieved that there were no terrible events like public masturbation or doctors entering.

But the problem is... Number 3.

'Audiovisual materials.'

The sexual concepts of this world are twisted. Those terrible tags I saw on Fake Jin-hyuk's phone. [Reverse Rape], [Male Submission], [Confinement Breeding]...

If such videos play on the monitor in the collection room? Can I cum? No, before that, will my precious junior even react?

'...I'd hate being marked as impotent by the state more than death.'

While lost in serious contemplation, I arrived in front of the room.

The light on the door was off.

I swallowed dry spit and grabbed the doorknob.

Creaaak.

The door opened, and I stepped into the unknown space.

And as soon as I closed the door, a familiar thought flashed through my mind.

'It's cleaner inside than I thought?'

The interior was extremely ordinary. No, rather neat like a hotel. Soft lighting, fluffy-looking leather sofa and bed, and even a large TV and a seemingly high-spec computer.

"Ah... f*ck."

But thinking of the nature of this room, reality hit like a tsunami. This place is, literally:

I locked the door and shuddered.

"I heard there are cases where family members accompany and give a 'handjob'..."

The shocking rumor I saw while searching came to mind. The crazy custom where if a man finds it hard to resolve alone or is weak-hearted, family (mainly older sister or younger sister, even mom) comes in and 'helps'.

"F*ck, I'm not a cripple without hands or feet, why would I do that."

Just imagining it makes me want to puke. That's not filial piety but immorality, not family love but the realm of incest. Just how is the brain structure of these world's bastards wired. No matter how precious men are, lines must be kept.

I shook my head vigorously and looked around the room.

Bed and recliner chair... and computer and wall-mounted TV. Telling me to choose and watch according to taste I guess.

"Phew..."

I flopped down onto the recliner chair. The leather wrapped my body softly. On the table, tissues, lubricant, and a sterile cup ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were placed neatly.

Now, the unavoidable moment has come.

I turned on the computer power with trembling hands. Whirrr, with the fan sound, the monitor brightened.

On the desktop, only one very intuitive and fearful icon was placed all alone.

"Please... Please let there be just one normal thing."

Those terrible tags I saw on Fake Jin-hyuk's phone...

If that kind of crap pops out here too, I might never be able to leave this room today.

Becoming a state-certified eunuch due to erectile dysfunction is something I refuse even in death.

I grabbed the mouse. My palm was soaked with sweat.

Click, click.

The folder opened, and dozens of thumbnails filled the screen.

And I... doubted my eyes.

"Oh..."

Normal... than I thought?

Whips? None. Leather clothes? None. Muscular female warriors? None.

Inside the screen, there were just ordinary women of innocent or sexy styles smiling kindly. Of course, the composition often had the woman leading the man, but compared to that hardcore hellscape I saw on Fake Jin-hyuk's phone, this is EBS Educational Broadcasting level.

'As expected...'

Those terrible records on Fake Jin-hyuk's phone must have been something like the so-called 'Hitomi'. A collection of distorted and twisted lust existing only in the deep parts of the internet.

It's a center run by the state, surely they wouldn't show such spicy flavors. Is this the dignity of public authority?

"Phew... That's a relief."

A sigh of relief came out automatically. At least I won't get trauma from here.

I chose the most plain-looking thumbnail and double-clicked.

"Just watch one here, finish quickly and go..."

I plugged earphones into my ears and put my hand on my pants buckle. Suddenly, my situation felt so wretched that a hollow laugh came out.

This situation where I am ordered by the country, locked in a hospital solitary room, and have to 'produce' dutifully while looking at a monitor.

'Dedet human-san... pulling one out desuung...'

"......F*ck."

At the sh*tty Jjamppong (internet creature meme) drip playing in my head on its own, I bit my lip. I feel self-loathing. Really.

But what can I do. This is the price for skipping the army.

I focused on the actress's kind smile on the screen and comforted myself.

'Yeah... Better than marching. Better than guerrilla training. A hundred times better than CBR training...'

I picked up the sterile cup.

Please, let my precious genes be used in a good place. No, even if they are just thrown in the trash, please let this moment be deleted quickly from my memory.

1 hour later...

It took longer than I thought. Because my stamina is good? Not at all.

It took longer because the situation was severely fcked up... Sht.

How could I focus. This is a hospital, my mom and sister are waiting outside the door, and every time the realization that I am performing a duty for the country hit me, my junior tried to bow its head.

I barely managed to hold onto my mental and succeed, but I feel like half my soul has escaped.

"...Haa."

I submitted the cup and staggered out. Suddenly, Fake Jin-hyuk's search history came to mind again.

Ah, Fake Jin-hyuk... I finally understand you now! You weren't just a loser. You were a martyr who lived enduring this shame play.

Fck, fck, f*ck.

Writhing in self-loathing, I went out to the lobby. And there, my family was waiting anxiously for me.

"Oh? Son!" "O, Oppa...!"

Mom and Ji-hye jumped up and ran to me. Eyes like welcoming a student coming out after the CSATs, no, a soldier returning alive from a battlefield.

"Good job, our son. Was it hard?" "Oppa... Your face became half its size..."

Please stop. Please don't say anything.

I stared into empty space with hollow eyes. I felt the gazes of nurses and other waiters stabbing my back.

I severely... can't describe this situation.

"...Let's go."

"Huh? Anything you want to eat? Shall I buy you beef?"

"Just... let's go home. Please."

I left the hospital door as if fleeing. The sound of my family's footsteps following behind felt exceptionally heavy today.

For the price of skipping the army... it was too harsh an initiation.