Imprinting Phenomenon
Imprinting Phenomenon
Once again, a cheerful bell chimed.
This time, it wasn't a drunkard.
The click-clack of high heels echoed, and a young woman wearing a luxurious fur coat entered.
She was holding the latest model smartphone in one hand and talking loudly on a call.
"Oh my, honey! So, I finally made up my mind and booked it this time! 30 million won per hour! Isn't that insane? Hey, is money the issue? They say he's a guy who can actually get hard!"
Su-yeon flinched in surprise and buried her head between my legs.
Thanks to the counter's height, she couldn't be seen from outside.
I hurriedly tried to pull up my pants, but Su-yeon tightly grabbed my thigh and wouldn't let go.
"Oh my, part-timer! Why are you so startled? Did you see a ghost?"
The female customer approached the counter, laughing with a cackle.
She glanced at my flustered expression but paid it no mind, continuing her call.
"Yeah, yeah! The broker says this one is the real deal. He says he doesn't produce sperm, but his erection maintenance time is guaranteed. Hey, where do you find that in this day and age? I'd be content even if just his hard flesh came inside me, seriously. It's on a whole different level from dildos!"
She picked up a hangover remedy and a box of condoms from the display.
"Ah, I'm really looking forward to it. Feeling a real dick after three years... I'm not gonna squirt all over the place today, am I? Hahaha!"
The content of her call was brutally ironic.
She was about to spend 30 million won to meet a man who might be fake, or a 'blank round' with no sperm.
But right now, right under the checkout counter in front of her...
A man who might be an 'S-Class Stud,' one of only 300 in the entire world capable of ejaculating real sperm, was having his dick hunted for free by the convenience store manager.
'This is insane... If we get caught, it's over.'
Cold sweat trickled down my back.
But the reaction of Su-yeon, crouched between my legs, was strange.
She didn't stop.
No, hearing that call seemed to stimulate her even more.
'30 million won? Don't make me laugh. What's right in front of me is the real thing that can't be bought with money.'
Su-yeon's eyes seemed to say that.
She carefully, yet boldly, pulled my underwear all the way down to my knees so the customer wouldn't notice.
My firm, taut penis was completely exposed to the air.
"Excuse me, can you ring this up for me?"
The female customer tossed the condom box onto the counter with a thud.
The irony of bringing condoms to meet a 30-million-won 'fake dick.'
It was ironic.
But the situation right under my feet, beneath the checkout counter, was an even more absurd black comedy.
My lower body was already defenseless.
Su-yeon was squatting on the floor, holding up my erect penis, which had sprung up between my underwear and pants pulled down to my knees, with both hands.
Her touch was reverent, as if handling a sacred offering.
"Ah... Yes, yes. Just a moment."
Just as I tried to pick up the barcode reader with my trembling hands.
Lick.
Su-yeon's hot, wet tongue licked from the base to the very tip of my glans in one long, upward stroke.
"Hngk!"
I bit my lip to stifle a scream.
A sharp thrill shot up my spine straight to my brain.
It wasn't a simple lick.
She spread her tongue wide, sweeping it up from the corona of the glans all the way to the tip of the urethral opening, leaving no gaps.
The sound of saliva mixed with spit acting as lubricant, making a slick, sliding noise, echoed in my ears.
"Huh? Part-timer, are you okay? Why do you look like that? You're sweating bullets."
The customer stared at my face curiously. I forced the corners of my mouth up.
"Ah, no. The heating is just... a bit strong."
It was a lie.
The area between my legs right now was a blazing furnace incomparable to any heating.
As if hearing my answer, Su-yeon pretended to pause for a moment, then moved even more boldly.
She gripped the base of my shaft tightly with one hand, making the veins bulge, and with her other hand, she began gently massaging my heavy, dangling testicles.
Then, she pursed her lips into an 'O' shape and swallowed my entire glans in one gulp with a 'Oop.'
Sluurp... Slrp, squelch.
The suction was as powerful as a vacuum cleaner.
The force of her sucking, making her cheeks hollow, caused my waist to involuntarily twitch.
The sensation of her warm, soft tongue tapping inside the urethral opening and the ridges of her palate scraping against the surface of my glans was overwhelmingly vivid.
'This is insane... If we get caught, it's over.'
But I couldn't stop. No, I didn't want to stop.
The fact that my dick, dead for three years, was breathing so vividly alive in someone's mouth was intoxicating to the point of disbelief.
The customer held out her card, still on the call.
"Hey, but will real sperm actually come out? The broker says there's a 10% chance of even a watery one coming out... Honestly, I don't even expect it. I just want to feel something going in and out of me, that's all."
At her words, Su-yeon's eyes flashed.
With my penis fully in her mouth, she raised her eyes and looked up at me.
That look wasn't just simple lust.
It was intense curiosity, competitiveness. And a desire to verify.
'This woman is going to pay 30 million won for a fake, but I'm tasting the real thing for free.'
'I wonder about you. Are you just an empty shell that only gets hard, or...'
Without removing her mouth, Su-yeon accelerated the movement of her tongue.
Squelch, squelch.
Mixed with saliva and pre-ejaculate, my penis glistened.
She shook her head back and forth, trying to take the shaft deep into her throat.
Each time my penis hit her uvula, suppressed gagging sounds, 'Ghk, ghk,' leaked out, but she didn't stop.
She seemed to be enjoying that choking sensation.
"Here's your... receipt."
I handed over the card, my mind blank.
The customer, oblivious, picked up the condom box.
"Good work~ You should find a girlfriend soon and try using these too, bachelor? Oh, right... these days, maybe it's useless even if you do? Hahaha!"
She tossed out a cruel joke, swayed her hips, and left.
The automatic door closed, and silence returned once more.
Pop.
Su-yeon pulled her mouth off my penis.
A long, thread-like strand of transparent saliva stretched between my glans and her lips.
The corners of her mouth were glistening, and her eyes were unfocused.
"Haa... haa..."
She sat slumped on the floor, breathing heavily, gazing at my penis, now slick with spit, with a rapturous look.
"You saw? That woman is going to find just a shell. But I'm different."
Su-yeon wrapped her hand around my member again. It was hot and hard.
And above all, the amount of pre-ejaculate that had gushed out from the tip was enormous.
"I need to check. Whether this is just fluid, or... the real water of life."
She grabbed my thighs and spread my legs. Then, she roughly pulled up the hem of her knit dress.
Inside her black pantyhose, her already soaked underwear was visible.
"Put it in. Jun-ah... no, honey."
Her voice was trembling.
"Come inside me. If it's real... can I, can I have your child?"
That one sentence from Su-yeon threatened to snap the last thread of my reason.
The urge to tear off those soaked pantyhose right now and pour my seed deep into her womb surged over me like a tsunami.
The primal male instinct, suppressed for three years—no, castrated for all of humanity—was taking over, from my brainstem down my spine to the tip of my penis, swollen and ready to burst.
The desire to imprint my genes onto this voluptuously ripe, thirty-year-old, fertile female. It was stronger than any drug.
But at the same time, the words of Manager Kim from earlier and the 30-million-won female customer poured over my mind like cold water, chilling it.
'Wait... am I crazy? What happens if we get caught here?'
South Korea.
On the surface, they boast, "If a Stud appears, we'll treat him like a national hero and give him everything," but the reality is obvious.
Would the sweet judges and women's groups leave me alone? I'd obviously be imprisoned under the pretext of being a 'public resource' and exploited for my semen until I die.
My free will would be erased, and my seed would become state property.
What about the USA?
The news was already famous about them providing a penthouse and a harem to the Russian Stud, Alexei.
Japan?
Japanese lawmakers were openly shouting "Superior citizen treatment, extraterritoriality, unlimited breeding rights," desperate to attract a Stud.
Even though there was strong opposition within Japan too, from Japan's perspective, having no Studs except for those dying old men, I was practically their savior.
'I have to Escape Korea. I can't let my value become dirt cheap here.'
But I couldn't run away right this second.
First, I needed to confirm whether this erection was temporary or permanent, and whether my sperm were truly 'living' ones.
What if I missed this chance and this ability disappeared? I'd regret it for the rest of my life, pounding the ground in frustration.
Second, I had to shut this woman in front of me, Choi Su-yeon, up. If she went around blabbing about my identity, escape plans and everything else would be over.
'Imprinting... Right, I can use that.'
A piece of news I'd seen flashed through my mind. The phenomenon where a woman who experiences intravaginal ejaculation and sexual satisfaction from a Stud becomes absolutely obedient to that man.
I had to make her my ally. No, my slave.