Chapter 1
"Alright! It's here, it's here! Time to jack off!"
Weekend. Or weekend in English. For some people, the weekend means whipping up jjajang ramen. For others, it's binge-watching movies, dramas, or anime. Me? I spend the whole day beating my meat. Borrowing the cool album title from that famous rapper, my weekend is straight-up "Jerk-Off Time". I'm the maestro of my dick. Maestro. Woo!
"Lemme see. Porn's getting kinda stale. And I've already binged all the new comics today."
I boot up my computer early in the morning and mull it over. On this golden holiday, deciding what content to burn through is a seriously big deal. But I don't agonize too long. I'm not jerking off to deliberate—I'm deliberating so I can jerk off.
"Y'know, these days it's easy to grab some eroge too. Been a while—maybe I'll fire up an eroge."
Looks like the eroge genre's carved out a spot on game platforms these days. How'd I find out? My buddy was racking up achievements like crazy, so I peeked, and it was all eroge. That asshole finds good shit and doesn't share. What's the point of all those reviews if he never recommends jack to his high school bro?
Ahem. Anyway.
"Yeah. Eroge it is today."
I fire up the global game platform and select the eroge genre. Scrolling through the options.
"Whoa, tons of 'em."
One click, and bam—a flood of eroge titles. Pure love, harem, slice-of-life, college girls, married women, affairs... Back in the day, you'd scour shady sites or dive into Japanese pages you couldn't even read, fumbling through searches and yen payments. Now we live in an era where it's this convenient. What a time to be alive—the world's come so far. Seeing these proudly demanding KRW payments gets me all emotional, tears welling up. Down below, it's not "welling up"—it's straight-up throbbing.
Heh heh. Feelin' it. New releases this time! Bundled pack!
Right on cue, a recommended bundle of new eroge hits my screen. Looks like they bundled all my favorite genres, so I toss it in the cart without a second thought. Checkout!
"Let's download!"
I hit download on the whole batch without a care. They start pulling down, and one finishes first.
"You're my eroge comeback game! What's your name?!"
Impregnation Expedition - The Numbers Above Your Head Are the Ones You Must Bear...
"Ooh, modern city setting..."
...Thud.
The world went black in an instant.
"...Huh?"
When I opened my eyes, I was standing smack in the middle of some street.
"What the hell?"
I looked around. People walking by like nothing's wrong, ignoring the guy just standing there—me. But something was off. Floating above everyone's heads were numbers.
'That woman's got a 2, that guy's 1, the lady next to him's 3, that old dude's 0... What the fuck?'
My brain blanked out from the sudden weirdness.
"Please, please do it with me! I need you to knock me up! You've still got one number left!"
"I said no! Everyone knows guys need to save at least one—you know that!"
"I started dating you to get pregnant by you! I'm running out of time for real! This year's my last shot!"
And amid all this, some couple's rubbing it in my solo face. The girl's begging the guy to impregnate her—something I'd never even dream of, since no girl's ever approached me first. Is that alpha male life?
'Jealous.'
He's not even that hot, looks about my level. Height too. But I keep that to myself, scratching my head and turning away.
"Ugh..."
Walking along, a headache hits, and I grimace. My head feels all jumbled, like someone stirred it up. I have no clue what the situation is or how I got here. But I know exactly what to do next.
'I'm heading to the PC bang.'
I've got 2,000 won in my pocket. Enough for an hour there.
'Gonna hit the PC bang to look for part-time gigs.'
Somehow, I know that's my whole fortune. I got evicted from my old place—lost the deposit and everything. Right now, I'm hunting for any job I can grab on the spot.
'Around here.'
Clop clop. I walk down an unfamiliar street on an unknown path and stop in front of some building I don't recognize. Big sign: PC Bang.
'Head down.'
Down to the massive basement internet cafe. There's a mirror on the stairwell wall. At first, no big deal. Just a mirror. But then...
'Do I have a number above my head too? If so, what's mine?'
Curiosity hits, and I glance at the mirror. Thoughts racing as I turn: What are these numbers? Bigger better? Smaller? Super important? Or like EXP counters in games or comics? If so... I'd be a 0.
But when I looked, I yelled without thinking.
"Huh? Infinity?"
What the hell is this?!
"One hour."
"Use the kiosk."
"Ah, sorry."
Still dazed, I approach the PC bang staff, then head to the kiosk and pay up. Sit down, boot the PC, but zone out for a while.
'Infinity what?'
Doesn't make sense. EXP? No way infinity. Jerk-off count? I'd be dickless by now. Secret admirers? ...Kinda flattering? But nah, nothing I have screams infinity.
"...Wait."
One thing clicks. Just hit me.
"No way it's lifespan?"
Bits falling into place, emotions settling. You're in another world now. So your lifespan's infinite, unlike normals. That it?
"Sigh. Whatever—ignore it for now, job hunt. Already paid the 2k."
Shake my head. Immortal lifespan's useless without a place to crash. Quick search for part-time sites. Unfamiliar ID and password flow right in. Log in, and job listings pop up.
"Daily pay, decent ones..."
I've got experience, so filter the sketchy shit and pick...
"Wha?"
My mouse hand drags itself away. Scrolls down fast, clicks one, applies!
"Hey, stop! What're you doing! What's that?!"
Before I can even check, a chat pings—like it was waiting!
My fingers fly on their own!
"What job is it! Lemme see!"
Finally, after blindly committing, I check what I applied for. And I'm more shocked than seeing my infinity.
"What the fuck is this?!"
"Ugh... hngh..."
Walking along, so many worries—I scrunch my face hard.
"Impregnation Part-time Job. Impregnation gig..."
I'm heading to the spot for that job I just signed up for. Specifically, to knock someone up.
Truth is, when I realized it was an impregnation gig, I tried canceling. As a modern guy, it's sketchy as hell. Could be a trap to some weird place.
But here I am, going anyway.
For one, my body won't let me cancel—instinct says so.
'The girl. She's hot.'
Big tits too. Watermelon-sized. Huge.
'...Ahem! And most importantly! I've realized I'm in an eroge world!'
That's the real clincher for doing this gig. If it's an eroge world, impregnation jobs make sense. Body moving on its own? Tutorial vibes.
...For real. Not because she's hot with massive tits and screw modern ethics—let's just do it!
"Here it is."
Muttering to myself, I exhale. Officetel Room 502 on the 7th floor. I'm at the door.
She said ring the bell on arrival. Heart pounding. Head spinning a bit. Excitement, probably.
'No heavy filters... right?'
Check the site pic again. Round glasses, ponytail, sharp pretty face. White blouse, tight black skirt suit—office lady vibe. Blouse straining over those huge tits. Skirt hugging killer hips.
Fuck, even if I don't eat, it looks good! Worth getting scammed!
Screaming internally, I ring the bell.
Ding~
The door flies open!
"Whoa!"
Before the chime even fades. And the girl in front of me? 'No filter at all!'
Exactly like the pic—gorgeous, stacked!
Our eyes meet, and she blurts:
"Are you... here for the gig...?!"
Gulp. I nod.
"Yeah, that's me."
"C-come in!"
Her face flushes as she grabs my hand and pulls me in. Not a huge officetel. Dragging me inside, she unleashes:
"Thanks for taking the gig! Nobody wants these jobs anymore—been tough!"
She's shoving those massive tits at me as she yells. S-so soft.
"...Y-you're in a rush to get pregnant?"
"Yes! Super urgent! Got way too many numbers... Why me of all people?!"
No intros—she hauls me straight to the bedroom. Sits me on the bed edge like no shower needed. Shouldn't we wash up? I hesitate, but she plops down beside me.
"I'll get you hard. And whatever number shows up when you do? I won't tell a soul! You're giving me your precious last one! Privacy guaranteed!"
"...Uh, sure."
I nod, clueless, and she beams, leaning in. Hand reaches out—but her tits hit first, thanks to their size. She doesn't flinch, pushes closer. Rubs over my pants. Slips inside, kneads.
Down below, it rises. Full mast!
"Your head's got a number now. You're getting erect!"
Her eyes sparkle as she watches me. I nod instinctively, and her gaze flicks up.
Then.
"Huh? Infinity?"
Her eyes go wide as saucers, staring at me.