Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: I'm a Sex Master, Though? (2)
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Having failed to strengthen my abilities, I was now at the Awakener Registration Center with my little sister.
"Pfft..."
"Don't laugh..."
My sister Park A-young, who had heard about yesterday's fiasco, was relentlessly teasing me with a grin plastered on her face.
"A Sex Master who doesn't have sex for money... How am I not supposed to laugh at that? Kyahahaha...!"
I was seriously pissed at A-young for keeping it up, but honestly, if the roles were reversed, I'd have laughed my ass off too. So I just kept my mouth shut, sulking with a grumpy expression.
Until that window popped up in front of my eyes...
Sex Master does not get ridiculed by bitches.
EXP Decrease!!
"Hey! Stop laughing—my EXP dropped again!!"
"Ah... sorry. Sorry. But what's your EXP at now?"
"Status Window."
Skills: Sex(F), Ejaculate(F), Tame(F)
"Minus 128..."
"Ah, sorry. I won't laugh anymore."
My little sister rarely apologized to me, but even she couldn't hold back this time. She said sorry and immediately stopped laughing.
Sex Master does not receive pity from bitches.
EXP Decrease!
Fuck...
This bullshit parade of penalties that started yesterday had curses flying out of my mouth. What the hell was wrong with this Sex Master crap? Why did it slap on restrictions for every damn female, family or not, just because they had a pussy?!
Like Mom said yesterday about the Masturbation Master, I didn't seem cut out for S-Rank—or even D-Rank Hunter...
'Maybe I can at least hit F-Rank...'
Back in the day, F- or E-Rank Hunters fought monsters too, but now, a century after Gates first appeared, the minimum rank for monster hunting was D.
F- and E-Ranks were just porters, picking up Mana Stones and byproducts after the real Hunters cleared the Gate monsters...!
Of course, they could do other jobs too. Like that F-Rank Hunter I met at the brothel yesterday.
But who was gonna hire a guy like me?
Sex work always had more female demand than male, so it wasn't like I could just say "hire me" and get a gig.
Not that I wanted to, anyway.
"Number 726. Number 726."
I was lost in thought about my murky future when a mechanical voice echoed through the lobby.
"Hey, it's your turn."
"Yeah, I know."
Sex Master does not get hit by bitches.
EXP Decrease!
I snapped curtly at my sister—not a bitch, my bad—and got up, heading to the registration room. All this "bitch, bitch" talk was starting to mess with my head.
"Hello. Here for Awakener registration?"
"Yes."
"ID here, please. Hand on the scanner. It might sting a bit if your Magic Power is low or you lack Magic Resistance."
The standard-issue female clerk spoke in a purely businesslike tone, not even glancing at my face.
She had a puppy-like face that suited a friendly smile, but I guess all civil servants were like this. I handed over my ID and placed my hand on the scanner as instructed.
Sting-!!
The moment my hand touched it, I felt a constant zap like the static from those toy hand buzzers we messed around with as kids.
Twitch twitch...!
My body jerked involuntarily at the stinging sensation from those memories, but this damn system wouldn't even let me be for a second.
Sex Master does not obey bitches' orders meekly.
EXP Decrease!
'Fuck...'
The curses burst out automatically!
This goddamn system, treating even polite requests as orders—it was pissing me off beyond belief.
"Don't use any abilities. It could mess up the reading. EXP dropped again."
"Sorry."
Sex Master does not apologize to bitches.
EXP Decrease!
"I said no abilities."
"Ah, uh... It's not like I did it on purpose... This window just pops up automatically whenever I listen to women, and EXP drops..."
Sex Master does not speak bashfully to bitches.
EXP Decrease!
'Please stop!'
The Hunter registration clerk finally looked at my face, her eyes narrowed like I was annoying her.
Maybe she thought some asshole Awakener had shown up during her tough shift.
"Sigh... Job is... Huh?"
She glared at me once, then checked the monitor again, her expression turning puzzled.
"Ahem... I'll get someone else."
Too awkward to say it herself, she stepped out the side door and soon returned with a young guy who looked fresh out of training.
"Yes, Park A-jun. Awakened job confirmed as Sex Master. Given the nature of the ability, we need a precise scan. Please stand and come this way?"
"Sure."
Phew. Much better with a guy. No EXP drop windows popping up every two seconds.
The room he led me to had a massive machine and a woman in a lab coat with dark circles under her eyes, exuding a decadent vibe.
"Doctor, this is him."
"Got it. I'll take it from here... Go back to your duties."
"Yes, ma'am."
The male clerk left me alone with her.
'Damn it...! Don't leave me here!'
Just being alone with a woman terrified me now. My EXP was already in the negatives.
And no telling how far it'd drop.
Sex Master does not fear being alone with women.
EXP Decrease!
"Park A-jun? Awakened job: Sex Master... Intriguing."
"Uh... yeah."
"Strip completely and hop up here, please?"
"Huh?! P-panties too?"
"Yes, panties too. No need to be shy. I've examined Masturbation Masters before—nothing phases me in that department."
The lab coat doctor radiated decadent allure, treating me purely like a research subject, utterly focused on studying my ability.
"Oh... This is quite interesting."
Once I was naked, she eyed my cock, stroking her chin thoughtfully before fetching a measuring tape from somewhere.
"28cm... Ability effect?"
"No? It's always been..."
"Always been that way... Hm, hm... Perfect data to bolster my paper... Ah, now turn that way."
Getting my dick size checked buck naked in front of a woman was way more humiliating than I'd imagined. If it was before fucking this decadent doctor to show off my manhood, I'd have been proud.
But seeing her measure it like I wasn't even a man, then turn to fiddle with the machine—it crushed my confidence.
Whirr-! Whirr-!
The machine hummed to life with metallic friction sounds, and I felt bugs crawling under my skin.
Not the black Magic Power Mom had shown yesterday dominating the room—this was a beautiful swirl of blue and yellowish-brown Magic Power probing every corner of my body.
'Urp-!'
If it wasn't turning my insides upside down right now, that is.
"Hm... Magic Power itself is low, no Magic Resistance skill... Skills aren't mental manipulation... So why's the EXP dropping so fast?"
Muttering as she checked the screen, the doctor looked almost intellectual in her glasses.
"Special stat is Stamina... Ever tested your limit?"
"Y-yes?! N-no...!"
"Don't be shy—tell me. You awakened yesterday, but you're a guy, right? Worth experimenting once or twice... Be honest."
"N-no, really, I've never!"
Her gaze made me feel like a perv—it was infuriating. All I'd done yesterday was hit the brothel, pick Rose, fuck her once, bust a nut after paying top dollar, and get kicked out with blue balls.
In that situation, who the hell would jerk off to "test Stamina"...?
Of course, I'd checked. Not testing that would make me less than a man...
Anyway, it felt endless. SSS wasn't for show—after three rounds, my dick stayed rock-hard, no quitting.
I remembered holding my pee, singing the national anthem to calm it down.
But admitting that to this stunning, decadent stranger? No way. I denied it vehemently.
"Well, we can check now."
"Yeah, it's really not... Huh?!"
Was this woman insane...?
Clank-!
"Go ahead, shoot a nice load in here."
"Uh...? N-no, wait..."
She plopped a bucket underneath like I was just a lab rat, totally unfazed.
"Ah, need stimulation to get hard, right?"
Swish-! Swish-!
"What the—?!"
"Stay still. Not bragging, but I know I'm attractive to men."
Unfazed by the awkwardness, she stroked my cock with blue latex gloves. The blue-and-yellow Magic Power from before shimmered again.
"Ugh...!!"
The machine must measure status, and these Magic particles were her ability.
Prostate massaged like magic while the machine idled—indescribable. Unpleasant pleasure had my dick standing straight up.
Splurt-! Spluuurt-!!
And the semen gushing out.
"Good, one more."
Spluuurt-! Spluuuurt!!!
She gently stroked my cock as cum dripped into the bucket, like praising a pet.
Prostate tingles mixed with this beauty jerking me—I got addicted fast, cumming again quick.
Was I premature originally...?
"One more time."
Even now, her voice was clinical, eyes gleaming with interest at the semen, studying me like a specimen.