The Baby-Making Project: Seong Yua
I approached the largest sphere first. It was a dark gray latent concept measuring nearly one meter across.
[No matter how lewd the act, if it is related to the project, it is not sexual misconduct but official duty.]
One meter in size. ‘And…’ This time I reached for an existing latent concept.
[Any critical project must be carried out to absolute success.]
A colossal sphere nearly ten meters wide. This latent concept was what drove Seong Yua to throw herself into the project with fanatical dedication. It would reinforce every other notion I had planted inside her.
‘Strengthen.’ The deep gray sphere swelled dramatically. I couldn’t be certain, but it looked close to fifteen meters in diameter now. From this point on, Seong Yua would obsess over the project with near-religious fervor.
‘And to finish…’ The latent concepts I had added today were still small. They lacked real power. ‘I should create a few surface concepts to support them.’
[The Baby-Making Project is the task of producing Kim Junyoung’s offspring.]
[As Kim Junyoung’s assistant, you must faithfully carry out his every command.]
[Kim Junyoung is suffering from a murderous workload due to this secret project.]
[Planning is the domain of upper management. Do not question the contents of the project.]
Ordinary one-meter surface concepts. But combined with everything I had already built, they would function perfectly.
‘That’s enough for today.’ I enlarged the spheres I had added last time as well, then exited modification mode.
+++
I had explained the project to Seong Yua and immediately activated modification mode. Under normal circumstances she would have glared at me and told me to stop joking. She might even have slapped me. Yet now her face showed not a single ripple of disturbance.
“Producing Mr. Kim Junyoung’s offspring… I see.”
“You don’t seem surprised.”
“I already knew the project name, so I had a general idea.”
That was impossible. No sane company on earth would run a project like this. Her memories had been rewritten to match the altered concepts in her mind. Her brain had adapted to the new information in order to minimize cognitive dissonance.
“As the assistant, Team Leader, you simply need to help me make the baby.”
“A secretarial role?”
“Something like that.”
Baby-making secretary. The title had a nice ring to it.
“We don’t have much time. The road ahead to complete this great undertaking is incredibly long.”
“…I will do my utmost.”
Yes. She truly would. Because I had modified her that way.
“All right, let’s start with the basics and take it slow.”
“Yes. Please give me your instructions.”
She spoke with a level of enthusiasm that was extremely rare for her.
“What must we do in order to make a baby?”
“It is fertilization and implantation through sexual intercourse.”
A perfectly textbook answer, as if she were giving a presentation in middle-school sex education class. So very like Seong Yua.
“What is fertilization?”
“It is when a woman’s egg and a man’s sperm meet and fuse into one.”
“A woman’s egg barely moves at all, correct?”
“Yes. Therefore sperm possess motility, and the delivery of the male gamete occurs through ejaculation—an expulsion mechanism.”
I nodded. This felt exactly like watching the top student in the entire school. I almost wanted to pat her head.
“Then, before we begin the main activity, I should verify my reproductive capability.”
“Understood.”
“We’ll schedule a visit to the OB/GYN clinic to check sperm motility. For now, let’s confirm whether ejaculation occurs properly.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Without hesitation I dropped my pants. My soft, unaroused cock dangled heavily between my legs. Seong Yua didn’t flinch. To her, anything connected to the project was not a sexual act but official business.
Seong Yua fixed her usual cold eyes directly on my cock. She intended to observe the exact moment of ejaculation. At this rate she looked ready to write an entire report on the shape of my dick.
“Team Leader.”
“Yes. Please begin.”
“Could you hold my cock and make me cum?”
“…”
There was no bewildered “Excuse me?” Such a reaction simply didn’t suit Seong Yua. Instead she slowly lifted her gaze and stared at me with steady intensity.
“Why are you looking at me like that? This is part of the ejaculation capability verification procedure.”
“…I was under the impression that such a thing could be done by oneself.”
Seong Yua was clearly reluctant. The concepts I had implanted were still too small to function perfectly. Some part of her mind still recognized how abnormal the situation was.
‘Then I have my own methods.’
I hardened my expression and lowered my voice. I pulled my pants back up.
“Team Leader. No—Seong Yua.”
“Yes.”
“What exactly are you doing right now?”
I fixed her with a disappointed stare. No, it was the look of someone deeply let down.
“Division of labor is fundamental for efficient task execution.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“As the project lead, I am already drowning in an overwhelming amount of work.”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“And yet you expect me to handle even these trivial chores myself?”
Seong Yua gave the tiniest flinch.
“Of course, forcing subordinates to take on menial tasks is a bad practice.”
“No, just a moment—”
“However.” I deliberately cut her off. “Making a man like me ejaculate is clearly the role of a female assistant—namely, you, Seong Yua.”
It was complete nonsense, but that didn’t matter. Seong Yua had been conditioned to believe anything I said that was related to the project.
“I made a mistake, Mr. Kim Jun—”
“I am truly disappointed in you, Seong Yua.”
I gave her no chance to speak. I kept the pressure on, riding the momentum. This was how a superior broke down a subordinate. This was what scolding looked like.
“This is a project the company has staked its entire future on, yet the attitude you bring to it is this pathetic…”
“Mr. Kim Junyoung.”
“Please leave. I don’t think I have anything more to discuss with you.”
“…Mr. Kim Junyoung.”
“I’ll explain the situation to upper management somehow. I’ll tell them you seem unsuited for this task.”
“…Pardon?”
“It appears you are not the right person for the team leader position. I will recommend someone else for the assistant role. I’ll make sure no disadvantages come to you, so you may go now.”
Seong Yua bit her lip. For someone like her, openly displaying emotion was extremely unusual. She who had walked only the elite path her entire life, the ultimate perfectionist—had she ever received such a raw, direct condemnation before?
‘Thanks to the modifications, Seong Yua’s obsession with the project has reached a fanatical level.’
She could not possibly give it up. But—
“…I’m sorry.”
I flinched in surprise. Seong Yua bowed at the waist in apology.
‘I never expected her to actually bow…’
Seong Yua—the woman who was always cold, domineering, and emotionless. The image of her bowing deeply and apologizing with perfect courtesy was almost impossible to imagine.
‘She’s the type who never creates situations that require an apology in the first place…’
Still bowed, Seong Yua continued.
“I will work with everything I have. No matter how difficult the task, I will not refuse. I will never disappoint you like this again.”
Her fist was clenched so tightly against her smooth thigh that her knuckles had turned white from lack of blood flow.
“Therefore…”
What that fist gripped was not anger toward me.
“Please reconsider my removal…”
It was sincere regret and self-loathing for her own negligence.
“…I beg you.”
[Modification Mode Initiated]
I looked around. ‘As expected.’ Only a few minutes had passed since the last modification, yet several spheres had already grown noticeably larger.
‘The previous event must have left quite an impression.’
[The Baby-Making Project is an extremely critical project and must be completed successfully.]
A surface concept I had created at one meter a week ago. When I checked earlier it had been five meters; now it was approaching ten.
[No matter how lewd the act, if it is related to the project, it is not sexual intercourse but official duty.]
This was the dark-gray latent concept I had added earlier. It had been only one meter then.
‘It’s a latent concept and it’s already five meters.’
The other concepts about helping me as my assistant had also grown across the board. The shock therapy I had just applied had triggered all of this growth.
‘At this rate… I can push things forward quite aggressively.’
I generated new surface concepts.
[Kim Junyoung practices baby-making through his assistant.]
[To promote the production of fresh sperm, Kim Junyoung must be made to ejaculate on a regular basis.]
[The speed at which Kim Junyoung is brought to ejaculation directly correlates with work efficiency.]
I enlarged all the concepts I had modified so far. ‘Modification mode terminated.’ The surrounding scenery returned to normal.
+++
“…Very well. I will trust you one more time.”
I helped Seong Yua to her feet, then pulled down my pants again to reveal my limp cock. A certain resolute determination could be felt in the way she looked at it.
“You can at least suck it with your mouth, right?”
“Of course.”
Seong Yua knelt. I could feel her breath on the tip of my glans and the foreskin covering it. The company’s most celebrated beauty, the owner of an icy allure—the woman no one had ever dared approach. And now her breath was touching my cock. The sheer depravity of it made me unbearably aroused.
“Do you have any experience with men?”
“…None.”
There had been a slight hesitation in her answer. Perhaps she had thought herself incompetent.
“That’s fine. You can learn slowly. Right now, passion alone is enough.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Let’s begin.”
Seong Yua grasped my soft cock with one hand and immediately took it into her mouth. Her hot, sticky tongue—contrary to her icy image—touched my glans. Moist warmth enveloped the head.
‘Hmm… she really doesn’t know what she’s doing.’
She simply held the glans in her mouth and looked up at me. The fact that she had covered her teeth with her lips showed she at least understood she shouldn’t scrape me. But that was all. My cock simply rested on her lower lip. I could tell she had pulled her tongue back. Even her upper lip wasn’t touching me.
‘She’s literally just holding it in her mouth.’
It seemed that even Seong Yua, a specialist in her professional field, was completely ignorant when it came to sex.
“Close your lips and try using your tongue on the inside.”
At last her lips sealed around me. The tip of her tongue poked awkwardly at the exposed part of the glans not covered by foreskin. Strangely, she wasn’t licking. She kept pressing once with her tongue, then pulling back, over and over.
‘…Not bad?’
I had been about to tell her to lick, but I kept my mouth shut. This clumsy, cat-like kneading motion was surprisingly pleasurable. Freshness? Innocence? Something like that.
“Mmph, ngh…!”
For the first time, Seong Yua made a sound while holding my cock. She was startled by the sudden erection happening inside her mouth.
“Guh…!”
My hardened cock brushed against the back of her throat. It had been nothing more than a light touch, yet Seong Yua pulled back in surprise and spat me out for a moment.
“Cough…”
It looked like we still had a long way to go.
“…It seems a lot of training will be necessary.”
“…I’m sorry.”
I put my cock back into Seong Yua’s mouth.
+++
Four days later.
“Slurp, chup, ugh, nghmp.”
Seong Yua moved her head back and forth without pause. Her cheeks hollowed, her lips stretched thin. The always expressionless, mask-like face of Seong Yua was being thoroughly ruined. Yet her still emotionless eyes remained fixed on my face, carefully observing my reactions for feedback.
“Haa…”
My balls trembled violently.
“Slurp, pop!”
Seong Yua sucked in a breath and pulled my cock from her mouth with a cork-popping sound. She moved lower. Then—
“Mmmph.”
She took both balls into her mouth at once.
“Oh…!”
Her lips sealed tightly around the base where cock and scrotum met. Then she rolled the isolated balls wildly with her tongue.
“Mmmph, mmmph, mmm…”
She kept making constant noises. The vibration from her vocal cords was being transmitted directly to my balls.
‘Whoa… fuck, this is incredible…’
The dizzying sensation of my most vulnerable area being mercilessly toyed with. Even though there was no direct stimulation on my cock, it twitched wildly as if on the verge of orgasm. My balls were tickled relentlessly inside the sticky, hot environment. A heavy, aching pressure built in my lower abdomen—strong enough that a little more would turn into pain—making my cock stand rigidly upright.
“Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph…”
The tickling—no, the itching vibration kept stimulating some impossibly deep place inside my cock. It was so deep that only a powerful ejaculation could scratch it away.
“Aha… haa…!”
Cowper’s fluid drooled from the tip of my glans in a long string, landing on Seong Yua’s forehead. The frustration and desperate need were almost painful. I wanted to flood that deep itch with thick semen as soon as possible.
“Hah, haa… ah, ngh…!”
Seong Yua’s hand gripped the head of my cock. She pushed the shaft upward toward my stomach. Then her thumb began rubbing furiously at the most sensitive spot on the glans, right where the urethra opened.
A burning heat like fire seared the tip.
“Aagh! Haa, haa! Fuck! Fuuuuck!”
I was losing my mind. Profanities spilled out involuntarily. My waist bucked forward, my head snapped back. My hips moved on their own, trying to thrust into empty air. But I couldn’t. Seong Yua’s lips were clamped tightly above my balls.
I could feel Cowper’s fluid surging up my urethra again and again. Every drop landed on Seong Yua’s forehead. I had never leaked this much pre-cum in my life.
“Stop! Stop it! Fuck, I’m seriously going to lose it!”
She was wielding pleasure like a weapon, committing violence against me. This really was violence. How could pleasure possibly turn someone’s vision white?
“Huk, huuuhk! I’m cumming! I’m really cumming! Team Leader!”
I grabbed at something box-like nearby and squeezed it as if trying to tear it apart. My body shook violently as the urge to ejaculate rose. Finally, from deep inside, the semen—
“Eh, huk?!”
What the—?
Spurt, spurt! Spurt!
My cock contracted and relaxed repeatedly just like during ejaculation, but no semen came out. Spurt! Spurt! My balls drew up tight, trembling. Yet the sensation was cut off right where Seong Yua’s lips were sealed.
She was blocking the semen.
“Ghk?! Guk?!”
The overwhelming pleasure left me unable to even make a sound. My vision went pure white. White as snow.
“Ugh, kek… huuuh…!”
I was on the verge of passing out from the suffocating pleasure, yet Seong Yua gently grasped my cock and began stroking it up and down with merciless speed. My cock, twitching in a dry orgasm, convulsed as if screaming.
“Ghk, haaaaaagh!”
My waist shook violently. I kept cumming. No semen came out, but the orgasms never stopped. The explosive pleasure of ejaculation kept crashing over me endlessly.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Seong Yua’s hand, which had been rubbing without mercy, finally stopped at the base of the shaft. Then, while squeezing my cock so tightly it felt like it might burst, she slowly, powerfully milked upward as if wringing a cow’s udder.
“Paaah.”
And at last she released my balls.
Spluuuurrrt! Splurt! Spluuuuuurrrt!