My Dick Is Worth 500
It had been exactly one month since the Gate Onahole Incident. During that time, my life had slowly crumbled to pieces. The reason was simple: jobs had vanished.
I was a C-class Hunter. After getting kicked out of my party, I’d been scraping by with porter gigs. But even those jobs had completely dried up. Why? That goddamn Click Ejaculation meta. Male hunters would shove their cocks into the gate’s spatial rift and blow their load. The gate would clear instantly. No need to fight monsters. No need to haul baggage. Naturally, no reason left to hire porters.
“Fuck. That was my rice bowl.”
The remaining balance in my account was exactly 3,420 won. Enough for one cup of ramen, and then it was game over. I’d already spent a full week holed up in my room, staring at the ceiling.
Shit, am I actually going to starve to death like this?
But something had felt off for the past few days. The situation was twisting in a strange direction. The news kept blaring that gate-clearing speeds had skyrocketed. Yet the real problem wasn’t the headlines.
The anonymous community hunters actually used—the infamous Hunter Gallery—had descended into absolute chaos.
Originally it was a place for sharing raid information or recruiting party members. Sometimes people posted casual chatter about monster byproduct prices. Now it was unrecognizable. The entire board was plastered with deranged threads. Female hunters’ desperate screams dominated the screen.
Fuck, have all the men lost their minds?
Please, someone—just anyone—fuck me. I’m actually going insane.
I won’t push my kinks. I’ll let you do whatever you want. Please message me.
I’ll be kneeling at Gangnam Station Exit 4 today. Take me, anyone.
My pussy feels like it’s on fire. Save me.
I rubbed my eyes. Had I accidentally wandered into an erotic novel site? No. This was definitely the official hunter-only community.
“What the hell is going on?”
It made no sense. Hunters burned with insane sex drives because of mana’s side effects. When a man and a woman locked eyes, heading straight to a motel was practically law. So where had all the men gone, and why were only the women howling like bitches in heat?
I scrolled desperately, trying to piece together the situation. That was when one concept post caught my eye. It had surpassed one million views.
Why has everything gone to shit? Simple. Male hunters no longer see women as sexual objects. The cause is the gates.
At first I thought only low-rank hunters doing it for quick cash were fucking the gates. Wrong. A weird culture has formed among the men.
“Yo, you still haven’t tried it?”
“You haven’t fucked a gate yet? What a pathetic virgin lol.”
That kind of macho bullshit. If you haven’t stuck your dick in a gate, you’re treated like a loser. Because of that atmosphere, even high-rank hunters who don’t need the money are doing it out of pride.
But here’s the real fucked-up problem. Whether it’s a debuff or a curse, I don’t know. Any man who’s fucked a gate even once no longer looks at women. More precisely, they can’t get hard. They reject normal female bodies.
Last week a male hunter actually reported a female hunter for rape. Does that sound sane? The same male and female hunters who used to have a perfect win-win relationship for relieving sexual stress are now filing rape charges.
Remember the early days of gates twenty years ago? There was no unwritten rule about fucking, eating gukbap, and parting ways, yet everyone still went at it like rabbits. There were even rumors that when multiple male hunters assaulted a female hunter, she begged for more. Hunters with that level of sex drive.
Now they look at women like they’re disgusting insects or sewage. This isn’t the time for them to be throwing tantrums demanding pussy.
The Association is investigating in secret, but they say there are almost no men left who haven’t fucked a gate. Out of more than 100,000 male hunters, over 95,000 have already done it. In just one month.
Getting the picture now? In another month—no, in another week—female hunters will have to rub their own pussies to survive. Unless the men’s curse is lifted.
I stared blankly at the smartphone screen. The comment section had already turned into a warzone.
The comment section was a bloodbath of women denying reality and men speaking the truth. I swallowed hard.
“...Is this shit actually happening right now?”
I was completely stunned. One month since the Gate Onahole Incident. It had also been exactly one month since that damn Click Ejaculation meta had made porter work impossible. Since I wasn’t working, I’d stayed locked inside the house. I had no idea what was happening in the outside world.
I hurriedly checked other communities. HunterBen. HunterWeb. HunterInside. All of them were the same. Similar posts flooded every board—female hunters’ desperate screams mixed with male hunters’ gate-worshipping rants.
“Fuck?”
My brain began spinning at full speed. I’m not particularly smart. But when it comes to survival instincts, I’m second to none. I broke the situation down in my own way.
First, 95% of male hunters had fucked gates.
Second, men who had fucked gates became impotent. (Toward women.)
Third, female hunters were losing their minds from uncontrollable sexual desire.
Fourth, I had stayed shut inside my room for the entire past month.
Conclusion: I was one of the rare top 5% who hadn’t fucked a gate yet.
“Whew… fuck.”
My heart started pounding like a jackhammer. The law of supply and demand. I’d learned it in middle school social studies. When demand explodes but supply disappears? The price shoots through the roof.
Right now the sexual hunger of female hunters was erupting like a volcano. But the market had run out of normal cocks that could satisfy them. In that case, what was the value of my cock?
“Whatever the market will bear.”
I shot up from my seat. This was an opportunity. Porter work was nothing. This was the golden chance to make a fortune with nothing but my body.
But I needed confirmation. Internet posts were full of fakes. I decided to test it myself. I turned on my phone and opened the messenger app, enabling the open chat room feature. After thinking for a moment, I typed the title with brutal directness.
It was my height and weight. My face was plain, but my build was big. I’d boldly set the price at one million won. Under normal circumstances this title would’ve gotten me reported into oblivion.
I created the room and sat on the edge of the bed. One minute passed. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Of course, nothing happened. Not even a single fly entered the chat.
“Fuck. Called it.”
Honestly, more than anger at being tricked, a hollow laugh slipped out first. I was the idiot for believing internet tabloid garbage. What crazy woman would drop a million won on sex with some average-looking stranger whose face she couldn’t even see?
I tossed the phone into the corner of the bed and lay down again, staring at the ceiling. I was hungry. Tomorrow I’d have to drag myself to the day-labor office and do some manual work.
Just as I resigned myself and closed my eyes—
HunterTalk!
HunterTalk! HunterTalk! HunterTalk! HunterTalk!
[342 new chat rooms have been created.]
“What the—?”
I snatched the phone in shock. The moment I turned on the screen, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The notification window was scrolling so fast the text was a blur. The phone itself was lagging.
Over three hundred people had sent me 1-on-1 chat requests in the ten minutes since I’d created the room. I swallowed hard and opened the list.
Countless messages flooded in. Some women listed their full specs—height, weight, three sizes. There were even photos.
Nude selfies. Breasts out, nipples pinched. Legs spread, wet pussies on full display. Faces hidden, but every body was flawless.
Hunters who handled mana naturally had incredible bodies. Tight, toned figures without a trace of fat filled my screen.
“Whoa… fuck.”
Was this a dream? The internet post had been telling the truth. Female hunters were starving for sex. Normal men had become genuinely rare.
“Let’s see…”
I stroked my cock while slowly reading through the messages, looking for one that caught my interest. Making money and getting laid. Where else could you find such a perfect creative economy?
My scrolling finger stopped. One message stood out.
“Five hundred?”
My eyes flew open. I’d asked for one million, but she was offering five million? Five million won was enough to eat grilled beef every day for a month instead of cup ramen.
With shaking hands I tapped the profile picture she’d sent. Only her jawline was visible. But what lay below was the real problem.
“Wow… fuck…”
Her breasts were insane. Big enough to feed ten kids and still have milk left over. Her waist was tiny, her pelvis wide like the Pacific. Classic breeding body. Her apple hips were so firm and perky they looked ready to rip through her leggings.
Not only did she have a perfect body, she was offering five times my price? Passing this up would make me the biggest idiot alive.
Without hesitation I replied.
[Yeah, possible. Secrecy 100% guaranteed.]
The reply came before the message even marked as read.
[Can you come right now? I’m seriously dying here.]
She was so desperate she’d even typed with typos.
[Yeah. Where do I go?]
[You know the Han River Gate, right? There’s a motel nearby called Hanpan Motel. I’ll book a room. Come there.]
It was a famous motel near the Han River Gate, the kind hunters used all the time.
[Okay. Leaving now.]
I jumped up, pulled a cap low over my eyes, and grabbed the pants lying on the floor.
“Fuck. First sex in a month.”
Sex was sex, but five million won made me happier than anything. Fine. Since she was even paying extra, I’d make sure the service was top-tier.