The Monarch's First Mission — Pound Her Like a Bitch and Knock Her Up

1.

Welcome to an era where the neighbor's mutt plays fetch with [Haste] switched on, and the old lady collecting cardboard next door floats her handcart through the air with [Telekinesis].

That's right. The year is 2026 — the dawning of the Era of Great Awakening.

According to the government's own statistics, a full ninety-five percent of South Korea's population are Awakened. Anyone who failed to awaken is a living fossil, a genetic defect — not worth a penny.

And one name sat proudly at the top of that endangered-species list.

Name: Ja Jihwan. Age: 20. Occupation: unemployed bum (washed out of college).

That man is me, Ja Jihwan. Say the first two syllables out loud together — "Jaji." Yes. Cock. That's in my legal name.

What the hell were my parents thinking?

Considering the teasing I endured from childhood onward, even now I want to punch a hole through the wall.

Of course, with a Non-Awakened's feeble fists, my knuckles would shatter long before the wall did.

Anyway — the lives of Non-Awakened trash like me are genuinely bitter. Ever since awakening abilities started counting as a credential for college admissions and jobs ten years ago, acceptance or rejection now hinged entirely on whether your power matched the department you applied to. It was no longer a world where you clawed your way through school records and pulled all-nighters managing your condition before the entrance exam.

Granted, there was a special admissions track for Non-Awakened. But the acceptance rate for those credential-less nobodies averaged under one percent, and even then you needed nothing worse than a Grade 2 in every single subject just to maybe scrape into a provincial college.

If I'd been any good at studying, I wouldn't be spewing bitter regrets like this right now. God, I hate my stupid thick skull.

So what's the bottom line?!

Simple: if you can't awaken, you're society's garbage — treated like scraps and left to scrounge at manual labor sites. That's today's reality.

And in that reality, the current me was...

BAM! BAM! BAM!!

"Aaagh, this shit-ass game can seriously go to hell!!!"

There I was, mid-meltdown, spamming my keyboard like I was emptying a shotgun into it. The sole refuge of my pathetic life — the otaku gacha game Raising Estrous Goddesses — was even now rigging the dice against me. I'd dumped a whole month of savings into pulling the 7-star Busty Elf Sorceress, and yet...

On my monitor, forget "busty" — some girl with tits the size of chocolate chips was sitting there twerking away.

The bitch shaking her bubble butt was Erika, the 4-star Goblin Thief. Within the game's lore, she was the whore of whores, spreading her legs for anyone, anywhere.

"Give you WHAT?! I wouldn't hand a cock to a shameless skank like you even if you begged on your knees!"

Sighing, I picked up the phone sitting beside my keyboard.

Beep-!

"If only I had a measly hundred thousand won more..."

Everyone else was bashing in monster skulls inside dungeons, driving foreign luxury cars, signing guild contracts worth billions of won. Meanwhile I was in my shoebox room, gambling my life on a scrap of pixel titty. Tears of self-pity blurred my eyes.

Leaning back in my chair, I muttered,

"Haa... fucked-up world. Fucked-up name. Fucked-up life. I swear, a dungeon break could just wipe us all out already..."

But. That's. When.

BZZZT-BZZZT-BZZZT-!

"Huh......?"

A bluish system window floated in midair right before my eyes. Was this a hallucination? Had the shock of the gacha catastrophe finally cracked my brain?

I slapped my own cheek as hard as I possibly could.

SLAP~!

"OWWW!!"

My right cheek throbbed and burned faintly. So this was not a dream.

"I really awakened?!"

Just as I reached a hand toward the window floating in front of me—

SCREEEEEECH-!

An awful metal-on-metal shriek rang out.

"Huh?"

I turned my head — and there, right beside my desk, the empty air itself had 'cracked.' The fissure spiderwebbed outward like a web of fractures, and then—

KRA-KAAAAM-!!

Space shattered outright, and a crimson hole ripped open in its place. There was only one thing this could mean.

"A dungeon gate...?"

Except it looked nothing like the gates I'd seen on the news. The rim squirmed with sticky, pink, jelly-like mucous membrane, and no matter how you looked at it, it was a gate shaped like a goddamn, colossal 'pussy.'

"Wh-what the hell? Why does the gate look like THAT?"

Worse, a scent was leaking out of that pussy gate — like luxury perfume blended with the most expensive pussy juice money could buy. Like a man possessed, I rose from my chair.

Any sane person would have reported it to the Awakened Persons Management Bureau on the spot and bolted.

"......"

Twenty years. In twenty years of living, I'd heard every filthy insult imaginable.

Did you sell out your country in a past life and commit high treason?Your soul is so rotten and evil that mana itself refuses to touch you.

I'd spent my whole life as a human punching bag, so words like those didn't wound me anymore. But one desire still smoldered in a corner of my heart.

I want... I want to awaken too... I refuse to live my whole life as trash!

I swallowed hard, then slowly walked toward that pussy gate.

Squelch... slosh...

As I drew near, the pink hole began to writhe obscenely, as if it had just sensed my presence. Hypnotized, I reached out toward that membrane—

"WHOAAAA—!"

When I came to, I was no longer in my one-room apartment. What spread before me was a plaza of absurd size — a dark-crimson plaza sealed beneath a colossal dome, not a scrap of sky in sight.

At its very center sat a single, lavishly ornate crimson chair.

And the chair seemed to be whispering to me.

"Come here and sit."

Step... step...

"It is time you were repaid for that miserable life of yours. Awaken your magnificent instinct."

"......"

Everything the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠chair said was, at a glance, sugar-coated bait — a devil's temptation if I'd ever heard one. If even I tried sweet-talking someone into something, I'd sound less suspicious than this.

Step... step...

And yet my feet wouldn't stop. By the time I came back to my senses, I was already standing right in front of it.

"Ah, screw it."

I dropped my butt straight down onto the seat.

Sliiide... squelch-!

"Oooh...!"

The chair was wonderfully springy and strangely comfortable.

"The ride on this thing is insane...?"

Just then, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a new window popped up before my eyes.

Ding-!

I stood there dumbstruck for a moment.

"What? Breeding Dungeon?"

Where in the world is there a dungeon that perverted? Had the system just pulled a scam on me?

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"Holy shit! That was disgustingly fast!"

The system didn't even give me time to lift my butt off the seat.

Beneath the window, five options fanned out in a row.

"Hold on, hold on... what the hell IS any of this?!"

Telling a shut-in who'd done nothing but grind gacha games in his room to suddenly run a dungeon — my brain was blue-screening. Should I have studied business management or something?

Ding-!

"......Huh?"

Awakening revoked. In a flash, twenty years of living scorned as a Non-Awakened burned past like a death montage.

No. Absolutely not! Do you have any idea what it took for me to get this awakening?!

"O-okay! I'll pick one, you bastard!"

Fuck — panic shot through me. Craning my neck at the system window, I started wringing my brain dry.

Half-Orc...? Nah. With one of those, I'd be the one getting plowed into paste.

With my scrawny pelvis, the odds of it snapping clean in half were a hundred percent. Orcs: pass.

Half-Goblin? Reminds me of that bitch Erika who swindled me. Feels gross.

Goblins: pass too.

Three candidates remained. Mesugaki Elf, Succubus, Half-Beastkin.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I had to make the perfect pick — whatever my cock commanded, wherever my instincts pointed.

After roughly twenty seconds of agonizing, I thrust my finger out without hesitation.

"Okay! Decision made!"

Going by the descriptions, the multi-birthing Half-Beastkin was clearly the smarter pick. But it couldn't be helped.

Because I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠don't like furries!

And besides — what red-blooded man hasn't dreamed, at least once, of a gorgeous busty elf with a plush chest and fertile hips?

RUMMMMMBLE-!

The instant the notification chimed, the ground around the plaza shuddered, and a pink building shot up out of the empty space.

In the blink of an eye, a two-story breeding facility stood finished.

"Huh. It looks just like one of those brothels straight out of a fantasy world."

But that wasn't the end of it.

VWEEENG-! Pop!

Beside the pink gate I'd ridden in through, a brand-new gate tore open. And from beyond the newly formed gate, silhouettes with pointed ears began to walk out.

Shff... shff...

"Heee~? So this is where they're stationing us?"

"Whoa, it looks soooo dirty and lewd~"

"Doesn't it just reek of pervert? Kyahaha!"

Out walked four elves.

Except they were nothing like the elves from your typical fantasy story. Mouths curled up past their ears, eyes that looked down their noses at everything. Mesugaki, through and through.

As the four of them glanced this way and that, one of them met my eyes.

"Huh? Look over there. Isn't that a human?"

"Sure is~"

"Looks so inferior~"

"So gross~"

Pop-!

The moment she finished speaking, all four elves vanished from their spots, leaving afterimages behind.

And then—

Whoosh-!

"GAH! You scared the shit out of me!"

In the space of an instant, the elves had arrived right in front of my chair. Their ambush approach nearly stopped my heart, but these bitches couldn't have cared less about my reaction, and they began studying me like a zoo monkey.

"For real? A human this dopey-looking is the dungeon master~?"

"Look at that face... tacky AND dumb~ right?"

"Ewww~ that's sooo ugly~"

A drive-by of insults, fired straight into my ears. Any normal guy would've burned red with humiliation, but I couldn't spare a shred of focus for their insolent mouths.

My gaze was locked on one thing, and one thing only: these bitches' 'outfits.'

Up top, a palm-sized micro bikini that couldn't cover even half of their tits. And below that... just a flap of cloth. A loincloth.

A pussy-flap, no less — one that fluttered up with every passing breeze, flashing glimpses of plump pussy. To a virgin of twenty years, it was way, way too much.

Throb...!

"Oh no... this fucking...!"

My cock was starting to swell. If those elves caught sight of the tent I was pitching, they'd brand me a pervert and laugh me off the plaza for sure.

"Ahem! Hm-hm!"

Coughing into my fist, I scooted my hips back and tucked my swelling crotch out of sight.

"Hmm~? For a weakling, you've actually got some muscle on those arms?"

"But I wonder where those eyes of yours have been staring this whole time~?"

Thankfully, the mesugaki's attention was fixed on my flustered face.

Phew...

But that relief lasted all of a second.

"Eh?"

"Ha?"

"Ah...?"

"Wha...?"

All four mesugaki elves who'd been circling and jeering froze dead in their tracks.

"Huh...?"

Their thighs quivered, their eyeballs slowly rolling back—

PSSSSHHHHH-!!! SPLOOOSH!!

"Ha... haang~!"

"Nghhhhh...!!"

"Hooeeeek...!"

"Oh....ohhh!!!!"

Suddenly, beneath their pussy-flaps, they began gushing liquid everywhere.

"What the... out of NOWHERE?"

I doubted my own eyes. Piss? No — too clear for piss, and it even smelled sweet.

Then don't tell me... that was elf love juice?

The elves crumpled where they stood, or rocked their hips back and forth, spewing cheap, needy moans.

"Haa... haa..."

A system window popped up before me while I stood there dumbfounded, unable to process what had just happened.

Ding-!

"......!"

The moment I read that notification, my eyes dropped right back down. The mesugaki, sprawled across the floor.

Looking closer, engraved on the smooth lower bellies of those juice-slicked, writhing brats was a 'pink heart sigil.' That must be the Lewd Crest the system mentioned.

All it took was one rise from my cock, and those girls were heaving like they'd all gone into heat at once.

"...Okay, this might not be so bad, actually?"

Ding-!

Ding-!

My gaze, sweeping down the status windows, snagged on the last entity. Exactly one was in her ovulation period — Casey.

But.

[Has a filthy mouth, and defies orders as routinely as breathing.]

According to the species description from before, ignoring their master's words was practically the mesugaki elf racial passive.

So would these elves actually obey their very first command — a perverted one, at that? "Spread your legs; I'm getting you pregnant."

"......"

Still, no harm in trying.

I cleared my throat and spoke up.

"Ahem...! C-Casey...?"

"H-haah......?"

The red-haired elf sprawled on the floor closest to me lifted her head.

Unfocused eyes. Drool dangling from her parted lips. She looked nothing like the arrogant bitch who'd been mocking me just minutes ago.

I pointed a finger at the freshly built facility.

"Casey. G-go to the breeding facility... Move it."

"......"

Casey squinted up at me through half-lidded eyes.

"A m-mere human... giving ME orders now......?"

"No... that's not it—"

"You really ARE a perverted wimp~♡?"

Casey propped her upper body up a little, stuck her tongue out, and sneered at me.

"Mee~♡ What even ARE you, bossing me around like thaaat~?"

"I said, get to the breeding facility?"

"I said nooo~? No way I'm taking seed from a wimp, a pervert, a sex offender~"

Fuck, this mesugaki! Refusing to listen, just as advertised. So THIS is why they're rated D instead of A.

Ding-!

Casey blinked.

"Whaaat......?"

The pink heart sigil engraved on Casey's lower belly suddenly flared scarlet—

FWOOOOM-!

"HOOOEEEET?!"

Casey's back bent like a drawn bow, and she flopped flat onto the floor.

THWUMP-!

"Th-this thing... making ME obey some wimp's command... Hooeeeek!?"

Casey still gritted her teeth and held out. But the system showed no mercy.

And so her pussy juice came bursting out all over again.

PSSSSHHHHH-!!!

"HOOOEEEK!!!! O-okay okay! I'll go! I'm GOING!!"

Hsssss...

The Lewd Crest faded back to its original pink.

"Haa... hahh...!"

SPLOOOSH-!

Casey let loose one more good, hard squirt — and then finally dragged herself upright and shuffled toward the breeding facility.

"D-don't get the wrong ideaaa... it's not like I'm obeying you or anything......"

Wobbling the whole way — but wiggling that ass with every last step — Casey walked on.

To think my very first subordinate since awakening would be that foul-mouthed mesugaki elf.

"...God, that's so fucking hot."