Your Semen Is Needed
The woman, who looked to be in her late twenties at most early thirties and wore glasses, seemed flustered by my startled reaction. She hurriedly picked up the class registration form that had fallen at my feet. Handing it over, she said, "Sorry if I startled you. That wasn't my intention."
"...It's fine. But how do you know my name?"
The woman scratched her cheek. "Actually, I overheard it by chance when Arwen was talking to some female student earlier. Sorry for eavesdropping. My name is Emilia, and I work at the Academy."
The woman who introduced herself as Emilia extended her hand for a handshake. I accepted it while carefully observing her inwardly. Emilia's hand was rough with calluses, the opposite of her soft-looking, voluptuous breasts. Just like craftsmen such as carpenters or stonemasons.
I had no memory of Emilia's face or name. That meant she was a character who hadn't appeared when I played the game. Whether she was newly created by the developers through a patch or had always lived in this world, I didn't know.
The robe Emilia was wearing was the same as those worn by some apprentice professors from the Magic Department who had been promoting their professor's classes. She doesn't seem suspicious. Maybe she's an apprentice professor trying to recommend class registration?
"So, what business do you have with me?"
"Actually, I have a request for you..."
"A request?"
After a brief pause, Emilia swallowed once and looked me straight in the eyes with her pumpkin-jewel-like crimson pupils. "Arwen, I need your semen."
"..."
At Emilia's request that exceeded imagination, my mind couldn't even come up with a response. I had to retract my earlier thought that she didn't seem suspicious. My mind went blank for a moment at the line that could have come from an erotic doujinshi, and I uttered the most fitting words for the situation with Emilia.
"...A nymphomaniac?"
"Ah, no! I know it's a story that wouldn't be strange to be treated as a crazy pervert..."
Emilia's face flushed as if she were a female teacher caught masturbating by a student in the classroom after being called a nymphomaniac by a younger man.
With Emilia's excuse, only an awkward silence flowed between the two standing in the secluded hallway. The first to speak was Emilia.
"S-sorry. I started with the conclusion again without any explanation. No matter how hard I try, I'm not used to talking with others..."
Emilia, who delivered a line that reeked of social awkwardness, "It doesn't seem like the kind of request that would make sense even with an explanation."
What kind of faculty member would demand bodily fluids from a freshman who hasn't even dried the ink on his nose yet? In the original world, it would have been a topic worthy of the 9 o'clock news.
At my pointed remark, Emilia's already hunched shoulders shrank even more.
"Hic... Well... J-just, sorry."
Emilia, who kept bowing her head and saying sorry, had both cheeks turn as red as a virgin caught with a condom by her parents. It was her own doing, but seeing the owner of a beauty that even the nerdy glasses couldn't hide tearing up made me feel a bit sorry.
Was I too harsh?
It was true that I had reacted more coldly than necessary because I never imagined being asked for semen in the Academy hallway by a woman I'd just met, not in bed.
"...Don't cry, Miss Emilia. Let's hear the story first."
"I-I wasn't crying! ...But thank you."
Emilia, who had been sniffling, turned her head sharply and wiped her face with the long sleeve of her robe. After calming her emotions for a moment, Emilia began to explain the unfortunate reason why she had to make such a request as if she were addicted to semen.
"Let me introduce myself properly again. I'm Emilia Baroque, currently a professor teaching magic potions at the Academy."
"A professor?"
I knew it was rude, but my voice unconsciously rose at Emilia's introduction that she was a professor. I never thought that Emilia, who looked like a haggard graduate student who had pulled all-nighters in the lab, was actually a full professor at the prestigious Academy.
Emilia seemed to notice the hint of doubt hidden in my voice and replied with a self-deprecating laugh.
"Huhu, it's hard to believe, right? It's okay, I'm used to being mistaken for a clumsy apprentice professor."
"Sorry. The clothes you're wearing are the same as the ones the apprentice professors wear."
"This is a robe provided by the Academy to apprentice professors working in the magic major's laboratory. It looks like ordinary cloth, but it also serves as protective clothing that can nullify low-powered magic. Of course, professors buy better performing lab coats with their own money."
Emilia kindly explained the robe she was wearing, but her detailed explanation raised a new question in me.
"Then why is Professor Emilia wearing something like that?"
Emilia, who flinched for a moment at my question, sighed and said, "Huu... Actually, there are no apprentice professors in my lab."
"What? No apprentice professors..."
That meant that out of the dozens of apprentice professors I saw in the plaza in the morning, not a single one was on Emilia's side.
Emilia told me about the sad reality of the magic potions major at the Academy.
"Actually, magic potions is the least popular major even among the magic departments at the Academy. No matter how hard you study at the Academy, you can't escape the shadow of the Fleming family, the authorities on imperial magic potions. In the end, people who want to study magic potions join the Fleming family's private lab instead of mine."
"I see..."
"In the end, I thought it was a waste to just leave the robes, five of which are provided to each lab, so I ended up wearing them. I don't have the financial means to buy more expensive protective clothing right now, hehe."
Emilia, who smiled awkwardly as if embarrassed, cleared her throat and brought the topic back to the main point.
"Ahem, it seems like I got a little off topic, but the reason I made such an unreasonable request to Arwen is because of the financial means I just mentioned."
"Financial means... Does that mean you need money?"
Emilia readily admitted her purpose.
"It's embarrassing, but yes. I need quite a lot of money. As soon as possible."
Of course, even with her honest admission that she needed money, the biggest question remained unsolved.
"So, what does my semen have to do with Professor Emilia making money?"
"Well..."
Emilia carefully looked around for a moment and then whispered in my ear. Her body, which had come close, smelled like medicinal herbs from a herbal medicine shop, not the perfume of other noble ladies.
"You never know when someone might overhear here. I'm sorry to trouble you, but would you like to continue the conversation in my lab? The lab is just one floor up from here."
"...Understood. Let's do that."
Emilia guided me, who had agreed to accompany her, to her lab. As Emilia said, the lab was not far away. After unlocking the door with Emilia's key and entering the lab, suspicious smells that even a herbal medicine shop couldn't compare to were floating in the air. Being in the corner of the building with poor lighting, giving off a gloomy atmosphere, it unfortunately suited the unpopular major of magic potions. On the desk, there were traces of experiments like broken grass roots or flasks, and in the front of the lab, writing densely written on the blackboard caught my eye. As expected from a game made by a Korean game developer, the writing on the blackboard was naturally the Korean created by King Sejong the Great.
"This way."
Emilia took me to a room in the lab with a nameplate that said 'Emilia Baroque'. The door had four cold-looking locks attached vertically in a long row. It was an exterior that made one wonder what on earth she was hiding inside to be so heavily guarded. After the sound of four cumbersome locks unlocking—clink, click, click, click—I was finally able to enter the room. Emilia's personal office, the size of a small single room, was also filled with experimental tools that one might see in a university chemistry lab. The experimental rats squeaking in the iron cage and the strangely wriggling plants in the pots were interesting, but the most eye-catching thing was still the magic potion bubbling in the flask over a small fire. The magic potion had a colorful purple color like a poisonous frog living in the jungle. While I was looking around Emilia's office, Emilia was rummaging through the messy desk.
"Just a moment. I think I left some tea for guests around here somewhere."
"It's fine. Forget the tea, let's just start talking."
"S-sorry. Then please sit here."
Emilia said, scratching her head. When I sat on the old sofa that was covered in lint, which I didn't know how many years it had been used, Emilia spoke with a desperate expression.
"You asked what my making money has to do with Arwen's semen, right? I'll answer now. Instead, I hope you'll keep the conversation we have in this room a secret from everyone. If the Academy people find out and I get fired from my professorship, that would be the end for me."
"Understood. I'll listen first."
At my firm answer, Emilia immediately began her story.
"As I said earlier, I need money. I can't tell you the reason yet, but anyway, I'm in a situation where I need quite a bit of urgent funds. So the method I came up with is..."
Emilia looked at the purple magic potion that was still bubbling diligently and said, "Selling magic potion aphrodisiacs to noble men."
"...What did you just say, aphrodisiacs?"
Crazy, I didn't expect that at all. I thought it would be related to magic potions since she was a magic potion professor, but aphrodisiacs?
"For the past five months, unlicensed illegal aphrodisiacs have been secretly circulating among the nobles of the capital. They say the performance is so great that even an 80-year-old man can return to the virility of his 20s."
"There's such an unbelievable drug?"
I could picture elderly nobles, who had more money than stamina, desperately searching for aphrodisiacs for rejuvenating sex. The people who made it must have been sitting on a pile of money.
"Yes. According to the analysis that a fellow professor worked hard to obtain, after engraving the same mana flow as a healing skill on the catalyst, they used a method to forcibly increase the blood flow to the genitals. Judging from the skill in handling the catalyst, it was definitely made by someone with professor-level abilities or higher."
"I don't understand a word of it, but it means it's amazing anyway."
Emilia nodded and said, "But I thought it was an unfinished product with several points that needed improvement in terms of safety and performance."
"So you had the audacious idea that if you made and sold a better-performing aphrodisiac yourself, you could make a lot of money."
"A-audacious... But Arwen is right. And the recipe for the aphrodisiac I've been developing while staying up all night is already complete. However, because the mana density of the substance chosen as the catalyst varied greatly from individual to individual, I was having difficulty obtaining supplies."
As I listened to Emilia's explanation, the flow of the story began to come together in my mind.
"Don't tell me, the substance you chose as the catalyst is..."
"As Arwen thought, it's male semen."
Shit... Does that mean the men who take it have to consume something made from another man's semen? Making an aphrodisiac out of semen, even for an adult game, this is an insane setting.
"Why me specifically? There are plenty of other men at the Academy."
"Actually, I have a blessing that allows me to see the flow of mana. Thanks to that, it was a great help in becoming a magic potion professor. And Arwen was the person among those I've seen with the most mana concentrated in his genitals. Like a magic sphere about to explode."
"...So you peeked at my dick with your ability, Professor?"
"I-it wasn't my dick, it was the flow of mana flowing through the dick, no, through the genitals. And it was just by chance while passing through the hallway!"
When I treated her like a pervert who had peeked at someone's dick in the spirit world, Emilia's face turned bright red, and I asked her directly.
"I understand the reason you need my semen. So, what exactly do you want me to do?"
"...I want to experiment to see how well Arwen's fits as a catalyst. If the experiment results are good, I hope you'll cooperate with me."
It was said in a difficult way, but in the end, it meant to provide semen.
"Cooperate..."
What should I do?
In fact, providing semen wasn't a difficult task. I had plenty of semen to ejaculate. However, I had no intention of serving Emilia for free. Of course, if helping Emilia could make a big profit, the story would be different.
I decided to check the aphrodisiac that Emilia had put all her effort into making first.
"Let's do that experiment first. I'll decide whether to cooperate or not after that."
"Thank you. I'll prepare right away."
Emilia hurriedly rummaged through the cupboard, took out a glass beaker, and handed it to me.
"You can ejaculate in here. Then, since I'll be in the way, I'll wait outside."
"Wait a minute!"
I grabbed Emilia's hand as she was about to leave the office on her own. While one person has to masturbate alone without any material, the other gets to wait comfortably outside? My pride wouldn't allow it.
I'm not one of those experimental rats squeaking over there. If there's something going, there should be something coming.
If a man takes out his dick, at least the woman should take out her breasts for it to be a fair world.