Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: The Police Chief's House
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"This is my house. I hope you like it."
"Ah... Yes."
Police Chief Park Hana had brought Geum Taeyang straight to her home.
Her house, brimming with security magic from top to bottom, was practically a fortress in itself.
Here, she could even take down enemies of a higher realm than her own.
There was no safer place from the crime syndicate—!
That's why she'd brought him here without reporting to her superiors.
Meanwhile, Geum Taeyang couldn't for the life of him figure out why she'd dragged him here.
She'd explained on the way, but it still didn't make any sense.
Normally, "protection" meant holing up in a police station crawling with cops or a hotel swarming with bodyguards, right...?
But Geum Taeyang, despite his name, was a timid guy at heart.
Best to go along with what she said until he got a clearer picture of the situation.
"Um..."
"Yes? What is it?"
"Could you possibly track down my ID and phone?"
Still, he had to speak up.
His ID and phone were important.
"!!!"
His request hit Park Hana like a punch, forcing her to swallow back another wave of tears.
'The lost time can't be recovered...'
She took it to mean he wanted back the years he'd spent as a plaything for women since birth.
To her, Geum Taeyang was someone who'd escaped after being raised like livestock by the crime syndicate to their twisted tastes.
How could he possibly have an ID or phone?
Asking for them was as good as begging to rewind that hellish time.
"I'm sorry. I'll handle it as quickly as possible."
Park Hana bowed her head, apologizing from the depths of her heart.
It wasn't her fault... but she still felt responsible. As police chief, how had she missed this horrific crime unfolding right under her nose?
Between the dip of her cleavage as she bowed, Geum Taeyang found himself blurting out,
"Whoa... cleavage."
"What did you just say?"
"No!! I mean, no! Nothing! I misspoke!"
"You don't need to apologize like that. No one's going to harass you here."
His flustered apology tore at Park Hana's heart like a thousand shards, and she quickly led him to the bathroom to calm him down.
"For now, wash up and get some rest. Treat it like your own home."
"Ah... Thank you. Any spare clothes I could change into?"
"I'll have my subordinates bring some right away."
Park Hana whipped out her phone and started making a call.
"Yeah, bring them now. Size... probably 3XL at least. Waist... get a range of sizes..."
It wasn't polite to eavesdrop on someone's call.
Even as a high school dropout from a black-market exam, Geum Taeyang knew that much etiquette.
"Whoa... this is insane."
The sprawling mansion alone had blown his mind—hard to believe it belonged to a police chief.
Stepping into the marble-clad bathroom, he couldn't help wondering if he even deserved this luxury.
Shhh—!!
The warm water flowed perfectly, promising to melt away his fatigue.
Filling the tub and sinking in, he felt a peace like never before.
"Still... where the hell am I...?"
But the calm didn't last.
Soon, Geum Taeyang was lost in deep thought about just where he'd ended up.
What was this place, anyway?
Every person he'd seen so far was a woman.
Not that there were no men... They'd called him "Male Lord," after all...
Hmm...
'Every single one had massive tits.'
As he mulled it over, his mind filled with nothing but those huge breasts.
Maybe it was the heat, but they'd all worn low-cut tops exposing deep cleavage—a sight he'd never see back in his old world.
Bubble—!!
"Ah..."
Imagining those insanely arousing tits...
His ever-reliable dick started poking up out of the water.
"Hoo..."
Geum Taeyang hesitated.
Was there anything ruder or more pathetic than jerking off in someone else's bathroom?
'But better than committing a crime, right?'
Still, if he went out like this...
He wasn't sure he could hold back around Park Hana.
Wouldn't it be better to be a rude asshole than a criminal...?
Feeling a pang of self-loathing at himself—jacking off with a hot woman just outside—he gripped his dick and started stroking anyway.
*
[Streetwalker in Ragged Disguise as Man Revealed to Be Real Male!]
[Male's Identity: Bred by Crime Syndicate?]
[Is Male Protection Failing?]
[Condemnations Pour In from Foreign Nations...]
Only a few hours had passed since Geum Taeyang's appearance.
Yet the media frenzy was already exploding with articles.
It was inevitable.
This was a crime involving a male.
The birth of a male alone warranted an emergency national broadcast from the nation's leader with congratulations.
A crime against a male?
Impossible.
How dare lowly women raise and breed a Male Lord like cattle?
They were subhuman trash, worse than beasts who'd forsaken their womanhood.
"That's why I'm taking charge of his protection! President!!"
"No, but having a man alone in the chief's house..."
"I'm hanging up."
That's why even the president herself had called Park Hana to get a sitrep.
But she wouldn't budge.
She refused to back down from her resolve to protect Geum Taeyang personally.
"Hey! Chief Park Hana! Chief Park Hana!! Fine, I get it. Protection is good, okay? But we have to make an announcement, right? Reporters are hounding us about his safety, his health—!"
In the end, even the president had to concede a step.
Park Hana wasn't your average police chief.
She'd ascended to the Transcendent realm—Incarnation Realm. It wasn't an exaggeration to say the nation's public safety rested on her shoulders.
With her around, the male would be safe.
'But safe from Park Hana herself?'
That was the problem.
Would the public just accept it?
A woman guarding a man alone—no fellow male to help.
Every woman's fantasy, sure, but fantasy and reality were worlds apart.
What if the protector snapped and pounced?
"Hoo... Fine, for now. But can I at least officially announce a new male citizen? He'd want official status in our nation anyway."
No other options besides Park Hana.
"That... yes. The sooner the announcement, the better."
"Good. And I'd like a full health check tomorrow."
"Understood."
"Alright then... No funny business tonight."
The president ended with an empty warning and hung up.
"Who does she think I am?"
Knock knock knock.
"Chief, got the items you ordered."
"Thanks. Here's payment for your trouble."
She handed cash to her subordinate—who'd fetched male clothes on short notice—and shut the door firmly.
One might expect the subordinate to be miffed at the abrupt errand...
"Haaaah... The Male Lord wearing the panties I picked—my exact taste—in the clothes I chose... He's basically my perfect man!"
She was too thrilled about buying clothes for a male to care.
Oblivious to her subordinate's creepy, perverted glee, Park Hana carried the clothes to the bathroom door.
Knock knock knock.
With a polite knock, she spoke carefully.
"Geum Taeyang, I'll crack the door and toss the clothes in. Is that okay?"
She beamed inwardly, proud of her perfect handling of a male.
"Ugh... J-just leave them there. Ngh!!"
"A moan...? Are you alright!!"
A friend's words about her husband suddenly flashed in Park Hana's mind.
—My husband can barely walk? So when he bathes, all three wives have to assist. Otherwise... he might drown in the big tub.
'You idiot...! Park Hana, you fucking idiot. Think!!'
She berated herself.
Males struggled even with bathing—that's why bath service was standard.
Sure, some went without, but she should've asked.
She'd only shown him the bathroom.
No offer of service.
How was this any different from the crime syndicate forcing him to suffer alone?
Dumping him in there ignored his will entirely!
The weight crushed her shoulders.
'No wonder I can't qualify as a Wise Mother Good Wife...'
All those elite grads from top elementary, middle, high schools, and universities breathed this stuff naturally.
Self-flagellating, Park Hana stepped into the bathroom.
He'd been abused into silence—even if he needed service, he wouldn't ask.
Retaliation would've followed every time.
'Poor thing...'
So she entered to help the struggling Geum Taeyang bathe.
Tap tap tap...!!
"Huh? W-wait... Chief... Th-this is... ugh...!!"
Splurt! Spluuurt!!
As she crossed the threshold, her eyes locked on Geum Taeyang's virile, masculine body—cock aimed at the door, hands pumping furiously.
And the semen shooting out.
Splat! Splat! Splat!!
So forceful, it splattered her hair, face, and chest.
"Slurp... Semen?"
"Th-that... Sorry, Chief."
"Ha..."
Tasting the semen on her lips, Park Hana snapped.
"Fuck..."
"I'm really sorry."
Geum Taeyang apologized profusely, but reason had already fled Park Hana.
She started stripping.
"Wh-why are you undressing all of a sudden?!"
He jolted in shock, but she didn't stop.
Her shattered rationality led her to say the unsayable.
"You enjoyed it too. You blew your load everywhere—!!"
