Sperm Donation Center
"Fuck…."
I sat there hesitating with the pamphlet in hand, letting out a deep sigh. The only thing coming out of my mouth was profanity.
Is there really no way out of this? I want to avoid this cocksucker "sperm function" bullshit by any means necessary. But… just like in my old world where every guy had to serve in the military, here it seems men have a duty to ejaculate. I really want to dodge it somehow—honestly, I could probably postpone it if I wanted…
"But they won't give me the Male Support Fund."
Do they not even recognize you as a man if you don't fulfill your male duties? They straight-up said no sperm donation, no Male Support Fund… Guess I gotta do this fucked-up shit just to get the money.
"Hoo… Fine, let's go."
I figured there might be some way out, but it'd be better to just get moving instead of agonizing over it.
"O-oppa, you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah… I'm fine, don't worry."
I saw Jung-ah's worried face looking at me and reassured her. Why the hell are you worrying about me in the first place? If even you make that face, it just makes me more anxious.
Anyway, I stood up to head out, making for the hospital listed on the pamphlet.
"I'll come with you! I can help!"
"No, stay here."
Jung-ah offered to help as I got up. She's already come this far with me, and I feel bad enough about that—making her tag along to the urology clinic? That's beyond sorry; it'd be straight-up mortifying. It's like telling a girl I just met yesterday, "I'm gonna go jerk off now, so wait here."
I'd die before letting that happen. I insisted she go back first and slowly made my way out.
I know she's a really nice girl, but this is one thing I absolutely can't let slide.
"Okay… call me when you're done. Here, let me give you my number."
Before heading to the hospital, Jung-ah gave me her contact info and asked me to message her after. Not sure if I can bring myself to do it. It's like texting "I hurt my dick." No way in hell.
For now, I said sure and exchanged numbers with her. Well… gotta take the number anyway.
We wrapped up with some brief words and parted ways.
Fuck, is this for real?
I entered the urology clinic near the District Office. The moment I stepped inside, it felt like the air was choking me.
I still don't get this world's sexual norms. From what I saw on that forum today and stuff like "I'm going to marry my little brother," is incest allowed here? That might be the most fucked-up thing yet. Maybe I should be glad I'm an only child.
Feeling utterly lost, I headed to the reception desk.
"Yes? What brings you here?"
I had to answer the nurse, but I had no clue what to say. Can't exactly go, "Hi~ I'm here to jerk off for the Male Support Fund."
She noticed me standing there like an idiot and spotted the pamphlet in my hand.
"Ah…."
"Yes."
She caught on why I was there and took the sperm donation pamphlet.
"Take this and head to the audiovisual room over there… No guardian with you?"
"No… I don't have one."
"You're bold."
"Pardon?"
"Nothing."
What the fuck does she mean by bold? Her words only ramped up my anxiety. Is there a camera in there or something? Audiovisual room—does that mean they film you instead of just watch? Unless the government's pulling some massive hidden cam crime, why call it bold?
My head was burning with unease when…
"Um… if you're doing it alone without a guardian and it gets tough… want me to call a helper?"
"A helper?"
A helper for jerking off? What the hell do they help with??
"Yes, we have a helper with 50 years of traditional handiwork."
"No need."
I shot down the "50 years" line like a bullet. Fuck, 50 years means some granny in her 70s who's been doing this since her 20s. Gragas charging at me was scary enough to shit my pants, but 70-year tradition? No thanks.
Better to handle it solo no matter what. I grabbed the hygiene cup and headed into the audiovisual room.
"Ha… fuck."
The audiovisual room was pretty normal. A double bed, a recliner sofa… and in front, a TV that looked about 100 inches.
Feels like I could just watch a movie and call it a day, but no—I gotta beat it to porn on that beauty. Makes me wanna puke.
"Haa… let's just get it over with."
I wanted out of there as fast as possible, so I opened the drawer to find the remote.
"Holy shit…."
Condoms. Why the fuck are there condoms? I thought about it: [If you can't do it alone, family—usually sisters or mom] helps out. Families probably don't use these, but flip it around: a 70-year tradition granny using one to jerk me off? That's hell.
Thank fuck I didn't call a helper. Godsend move.
To that nameless little brother from the forum, covered in grime… just eat your goat cheese. At first I thought I had it better than him, but that guy's sacrificing his body to protect his family. Hero.
I shoved all the condoms from the drawer into my pocket. Gonna blow 'em up like balloons later for fun.
Then I found the remote rolling around nearby and turned on the TV.
A ton of videos popped up on screen, and honestly, it was terrifying. Men are rare here, so who seeks out more sexual content? Women, obviously. Randomly hitting play and seeing a guy tied up getting reverse-raped by women? I'd hurl the remote and scream my way out.
Money matters, but can my mental handle that shit?
I scrolled down forever looking for the most normal title.
[Bodyguard Noona's Too Sexy]
"This is the least insane title."
Compared to the crap above like 'Infinite Reverse Rape from Noonas.''Little Sister's Brother-Love Sex.''Mom's Hidden Secret.' This was the most normal.
"Haa… do I really have to?"
Drowning in anxiety and despair, I couldn't bring myself to hit play.
Here I am, about to drop trou and jerk off. And I can't leave till it's done. This room only unlocks after you nut. Hate it, but no choice.
Finally, pants off, I committed to watching.
About two hours passed.
I handed the full hygiene cup to the nurse and got some kind of confirmation slip. Took two goddamn hours. Not a problem with my dick—pure reality crash from this beggar-ass situation. Junior wouldn't rise no matter what I watched.
Sighing heavily, I slowly headed back to the District Office.
I gave the welfare worker the confirmation and asked to fill out my account for the Male Support Fund.
"…I can't use an account right now. Can I just get cash?"
"Ah, yes, of course."
Some back-and-forth after, but it wasn't registering. All I caught was "come pick it up tomorrow" before leaving the office.
Didn't even hear the amount properly. As I wandered back to the Goshiwon…
"Hey… liked you so much, gimme your number."
"Fuck off."
I snapped hard at the woman asking for my number on the way. In my state, polite rejection was impossible.
"Ah… okay, okay."
She seemed to get it and backed off quietly.
"Whoa… that masculine vibe. First time a guy's been harsh with me."
Wasn't trying to make her happy, but whatever. Everything pissed me off, but I tamped it down and got back to the Goshiwon.
I flopped on the bed, face buried, zoning out.
"Haa… gotta text Jung-ah."
Oh right, I promised to message her when done. Forgot in the massive crash.
She must've sensed I was beat and told me to rest up.
Tomorrow… once I grab the Male Support Fund, think about what to spend it on.
Today was too much; I just wanted sleep. Pulled the blanket over and shut my eyes, drifting off slow.