Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: The Man Who Produces Too Much Semen
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My name is Jeong Do-hun.
I'm a healthy 23-year-old man from South Korea.
Average looks without any rough edges, average education, average family background.
But I've got one curse bestowed by God—no, spat out by the devil himself.
I produce an insane amount of semen.
"Haa... Fuck..."
I tossed off a curse as I peeled away the soaked blanket first thing in the morning.
Last night, I'd jerked off and fallen asleep on top of myself.
I'd definitely worn a condom. A super jumbo one emblazoned with "Even Elephants Can Rest Easy!"
But it was no use.
My ejaculation volume is a hundred times that of a normal guy.
No joke.
When the average man shoots 3 to 5ml, I fill up a 300ml bottle on a regular day—and up to a full 500ml water bottle when I'm in top form.
They call it being a stamina king, but really, I'm just a beast.
Same story yesterday.
The moment I hit climax, the condom ballooned up like a water balloon.
The rubber screamed as it stretched, then popped right off my dick.
The floor turned into a white puddle, and I had to mop it up during my post-nut clarity.
Dating a girl? Impossible.
If I accidentally creampied her, she might end up in the ER with a massively bloated belly.
If I sprayed it on her face or body?
A semen waterpark would open up.
Hell, she might even drown first.
Basically, I could recreate those fake cumshot scenes from porn where girls flail around in it.
"Life... fucking sucks. My dick really fucks up my life."
I chucked my damp underwear into the washing machine and hopped in the shower.
I looked fine in the mirror, but there's a time bomb strapped to my crotch.
Depressing.
I booted up my computer for a mood boost.
Time for a morning wank.
I'm gonna cum anyway—might as well blow a huge load and clean up.
I opened my go-to site and fired up a new AV.
Title: Newbie Secretary's Overtime Service.
Cliché plot, but the actress is hot.
"Oh... Here we go."
The male and female actors tangle up.
Fierce pistoning action.
My cock starts reacting.
Climax timing's coming up soon.
The guy grimaces.
I grab my washbasin.
But then.
"Good work."
Snip.
The video ends.
"...Huh?"
I stared blankly at the monitor.
The guy didn't cum.
It was definitely the money shot moment, but he held back, zipped up, and the girl bowed her head in thanks. Roll credits.
What the hell? Editing glitch?
I checked the comments.
Whoa... Dude's got insane endurance. Holding back that load to save it? Tough bastard.
With an actress that hot, most guys would blow. But he holds it in— no wonder he owns a building in Gangnam.
Who cums recklessly in porn these days? Payouts match ejaculation fees lol.
"...?"
What kinda bullshit is this?
Saving it? Ejaculation fees?
Did some new slang pop up while I wasn't looking?
I opened the search bar.
Query: semen
Hit enter, and news articles flooded in.
[Economy] S-Pay Exchange Rate Inches Up—Breaks 12,000 Won per ml, Hits All-Time High.
[Society] Youth Unemployment Solution? Gen Z Achieving Homeownership Dreams Through 'Semen Savings'.
[Science] Daemul Corporation Scales Back Semiconductor Division, Invests 10 Trillion in 'Bio Purification and Storage Tech'.
[Basics] What is 'Royal Jelly'? All About the Inherited High-Volume Semen 'Golden Eggs' of Royal Families.
"What... the fuck?"
I pinched my cheek. It hurt.
Not a dream.
I clicked one article.
Semen: The New Currency. Perfect Preservation Tech Drives Value Surge.
[...Thanks to cryogenic nano-capsule technology developed 30 years ago, permanent semen preservation is now possible. Semen has become a 'stable value' bio-currency. Current market rate: 12,000 won per ml. Experts predict continued appreciation...]
My brain went blank.
Cryogenic nano-capsules 30 years ago?
And 12,000 won per ml?
Hold up.
I opened the calculator.
My average load: 400ml (decent condition baseline)
1ml price: 12,000 won
400 x 12,000 = 4,800,000.
"Four point eight... million won?"
Per shot?
One wank equals 4.8 million won?
Twice a day? 9.6 million.
A month? Nearly 288 million?
"Insane."
My hands shook.
Does this even make sense?
Did the world go mad while I slept, or did I?
But the world on my screen was dead serious.
Even shopping mall banner ads screamed: Latest Semen Extractor! Not a Drop Wasted—Straight to Your Account!
Then, my stomach growled.
Reality snapped back.
Cigs first. I need smokes.
And verification.
Is this crazy world for real?
I threw on some clothes and headed to the convenience store next door.
The street looked normal.
People passing by, cars honking.
But look closer—differences everywhere.
S-Bank stickers on bank signs: Semen Deposits & Withdrawals Available. Guys walking with grim determination, cradling their crotches like walking wallets.
I opened the convenience store door.
Ding-a-ling.
"Welcome."
A part-timer in her early twenties sat at the counter.
Glancing at her smartphone with a bored greeting.
Pretty cute.
Ponytail, pale skin. Her uniform vest strained against some serious curves.
Normally, I wouldn't even make eye contact, but my head was swimming with "4.8 million won."
I grabbed a pack of smokes, cup ramen, and a triangle kimbap, set them on the counter.
"8,000 won."
I handed over my debit card on autopilot.
She took it, swiped it.
Beep. Beep.
"Sir, insufficient funds."
"Pardon?"
Oh, right.
Ordered chicken last night—left with 2,000 won in the account.
Allowance day was still far off.
Embarrassment hit hard.
"Uh... that is..."
I rummaged my pockets. Nothing but lint.
She eyed me pitifully.
Her gaze screamed: Penniless loser shows up at dawn to make trouble.
Then, her eyes drifted downward.
Straight to my hefty crotch.
I always wore baggy sweats to hide my complex, but the outline of my monster was unmistakable.
Plus, morning wood hadn't fully subsided.
Her eyes widened a bit.
"Um, sir."
"Y-yes?"
"No cash? We do 'on-site payments' too."
"On-site... payment?"
My heart pounded.
That term from the internet earlier.
On-site payment.
Girl milks it out herself.
"Yeah. Our store's an S-Pay affiliate. Looks like... you've got plenty in reserve."
She nodded slyly at my pants with a smirk.
Common knowledge changed, huh? Convenience store clerks casually offering handjobs to customers as routine?
This ain't a hidden camera, right?
"Uh, yeah... that works."
"This way, then."
She opened the counter gate without hesitation, pointing to the back storage room.
I followed like I was possessed.
The storeroom was cramped, but a weird machine sat in the corner.
Looked like precision medical gear from a hospital.
Transparent cylinder, digital display. Next to it, a comfy recliner chair.
"Have a seat."
She snapped on latex gloves.
I sat hesitantly.
She gestured to drop my pants.
I gulped, yanked down sweats and undies in one go.
Thwack!
My massive weapon sprang free.
Felt even heavier than usual.
Her eyes bugged out.
"Whoa... fuck..."
An involuntary gasp escaped her.
"Sir, this real? You're packing a goddamn club."
"Never tried it out, though..."
"This ain't just big—it's Royal Jelly level. Why settle for on-site payment with this?"
"Ahaha..."
"All dick, no game?"
This little shit?
Her attitude was cockily playful.
"Payment's 8,000 won. At 12,000 per ml... about 0.4ml extraction. Tip the rest? Or save it?"
"Uh... tip? Tip?"
"Yeah. On-site usually includes 1-2ml tip for the service. Your call."
She slathered gel on her hands like a pro.
Cool gel touched my shaft.
A jolt shot up my spine.
This is reality?
A convenience store girl jerking my cock.
"Alright, here we go. Tense those PC muscles! Hard!"
Her technique was expert.
Smooth strokes up the shaft, delicate glans teasing.
Common knowledge world—handjobs must be standard training for clerks.
"Ngh..."
"Whoa, quick on the draw. Really all talk?"
She giggled, picking up speed.
Problem was my sensitivity.
Busted one last night, but this surreal setup had me raging.
And I can't control my volume.
"W-wait. Hold up."
"Hm? Why? Gonna blow already?"
"It's... I produce a lot..."
"Psh, how much? Don't worry—this machine handles 50ml."
"N-no, it's..."
"Pfft. Biggest payout I've seen was 10ml? If it overflows, I'll take it in my mouth. Don't hold back. Haha, won't happen anyway."
She grinned confidently, aligning the cylinder to my tip.
50ml?
She said 50ml?
I do 500ml!
Ten times!
"No, really, it's a ton..."
"Shush! Why's a guy so chatty? Just cum already! Dragging out an 8,000-won payment."
She rubbed my glans hard in annoyance.
That did it.
The fuse blew.
"A-aaagh! Fuck it! I don't know!"
"Yeah, yeah, let it out~ Nice and easy~ Squirt squirt."
BOOM!
A heavy rumble from my groin.
Then, launch.
FWOOOOOSH!!!
"Huh?"
A white waterfall erupted before her eyes.
Fire hose.
Pressure washer.
"Kyaaah!"
She screamed.
Cylinder? Filled instantly, overflowing.
Machine blared: Beep-beep! Capacity exceeded! Capacity exceeded!
But it didn't stop.
My semen gushed like an unrelenting tidal wave.
GURGLE GURGLE!
"Wh-what! What is this! Glub glub!"
"Y-you said mouth!!!"
"Glub! N-no! Gack!"
Her face, hair, uniform, backstock shelves.
Everything drowned in white.
The storeroom floor became a semen sea.
Fishy, thick night-bloom scent filled the tight space.
Kept firing into the air.
10 seconds, 20... 30 seconds before the stream tapered.
Squeezed out the last drop, slumped in the chair, panting.
"Haa... haa..."
Silence.
Only the machine's whir.
The clerk... semen monster now.
White globs dripping from her hair.
Eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape.
She wiped her face with trembling hands.
"......"
"..."
We stared.
Mortified. Wanted to die.
Crime scene would've been cleaner.
"S-sorry. I warned you it was a lot..."
Apologized in a tiny voice.
Cops? Sexual assault? Property damage?
But her reaction was weird.
No anger. Staring blankly at the machine display.
[Measurement Impossible. Estimated Volume: 450ml+]
[Current Market Value: 5,400,000 Won + @]
Her pupils quivered.
She turned slowly to me.
"C-c-customer?"
"Y-yes?"
She dropped to her knees.
Ignored the semen-soaked floor soaking her knees.
"Payment of 8,000 won... how many ml for the tip...?"
"Uh... maybe a... hundred ml?"
Her lips split into a ear-to-ear grin.
She grabbed my hand with her semen-covered one.
"Customer! No, oppa! No, boss!"
"Agh! H-hand! Semen on your hand!"
"I can clock out now? Want me to clean you up? Or round two? I'm really good. Can suck you clean. One more load? Please?"
She clung to my leg, begging.
5.4 million won.
Months of her wages from my one shot—makes sense.
I stared blankly at the ceiling.
White stains there too.
Dunno how this happened.
Probably got isekai'd or some shit.
But for me? Paradise.
"Gimme... the smokes first."
"Yes! A carton? Or everything we got?"
Jeong Do-hun, tormented by my excessive semen production.
From today, I'm a Royal Jelly.