Chapter 11
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: The Man Who Jerked Off to His Little Sister
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"Take care on your way, Do-hun! You have to keep in touch!"
With Kim Mi-so, the team leader, seeing me off, I stepped out of the Daemul Corporation building.
She kept bowing at a perfect ninety degrees until the elevator doors closed.
Like an office worker desperate to hold onto a major client.
Ah, but wasn't that exactly what it was?
Is this the taste of power?
On the taxi ride home, my head was filled with all the perks Kim Mi-so had told me about.
Tax breaks, military exemption, a pension of five million won.
All of it sounded great.
But the one thing burned deepest into my mind was something else.
'Dedicated collector.'
A nationally certified virgin partner, no less.
Kim Mi-so's explanation wouldn't leave my head.
If I went freelance, I'd get randomly assigned someone from the S.W.O.—Sperm World Organization—personnel pool.
Of course, they'd be vetted pros, but random meant a gamble.
She might not be my type.
But join a company or agency, and it was a different story.
I could pick my partner straight from their own training school or an affiliated pro academy.
'A school for training Royal Jelly specialist collectors...'
Just imagining it made my dick throb hot.
All the girls there were virgins.
Training on how to make a guy feel good—while keeping their virginity intact.
How to collect every last drop without spilling.
From one to ten, all lessons while staying pure.
Graduate, and you're a Royal Jelly partner with your life turned around guaranteed.
According to Kim Mi-so, they even got offers while still in school.
There were elite prep courses for admission, pro consultants...
'Dedicated collectors are assigned only on request.'
Which meant I didn't have to apply yet—I could do it anytime I wanted.
No rush.
Right now, I had Senior Ha-na.
And the convenience store part-timer Seol-ah.
Enjoy everything to the fullest, then pick the best partner when I really needed one.
First, research companies and agencies, then decide.
The second I got home, I fired up the computer.
Royal Jelly perks, agency recommendations
The search unleashed an ocean of info.
Way more vast and complicated than I expected.
What Kim Mi-so told me was just the tip of the iceberg.
[Stats] Number of registered Royal Jelly producers in Korea: ~100,000.
"100,000?"
More than I thought.
With 50 million people in the country, 100,000 Royal Jellies?
But checking the criteria made it click.
[Criteria: Daily total of 30ml+ from 3 ejaculations]
30ml.
Average guy's about 3ml, so ten times that.
Dream numbers for normals.
But not impossible if you bust your ass managing diet, chug supplements, live abstinent.
Plus guys born with strong libidos.
That explained the 100k.
But me?
I'm different.
I pump out 400-500ml effortlessly, just breathing.
Today with Kim Mi-so, it was 710ml.
Different league.
I'm top predator among Royal Jellies—an Emperor Jelly.
I logged into a popular anonymous forum.
[Royal Jelly Gallery]
[Title: Daemul Corp vs. Semen Entertainment—which is better?]
[Content: Barely scraped 32ml and passed. Where should I sign? Daemul has killer benefits but strict management. Enter seems freer...]
[Anon1: Shut up and go Daemul. Their dedicated collectors are on another level looks-wise. Mostly Hwick University grads.]
[Anon2: I say freelance. Hate being tied down? Go free. Pension's guaranteed—why pay tribute?]
[Anon3: Bro, 30ml scrub ain't freelance material lol. Gotta hit 50ml+ to survive free. Just take what's offered.]
Fuck, college named Hwick U?
Whoever named it reeks of Yeong-sik stink.
Summing up the info.
Money and benefits? Big corps win.
But mandatory quotas, schedules.
Freelance? Total freedom.
Sell when I want, how I want.
Collector quality's a dice roll, and taxes on me.
'Hmm... tough call.'
I hate being tied down.
But picking my own virgin partner? Hard to pass up.
Table it for now.
I'm the top dog anyway.
Any corp would roll out the red carpet if I wanted.
Take it slow, enjoy the ride.
With those happy dilemmas, I drifted off.
The next morning.
I woke up and instinctively checked for the tent.
There it was.
Poking at the ceiling.
Even after draining two liters yesterday.
That why I'm starving?
Morning relief first.
Headed to the kitchen, set water boiling for cup ramen.
Opened the fridge.
"Ah..."
Bone dry.
Kimchi tub spotless.
No kimchi for a solo liver? Emergency.
Ramen sans side dish is forgivable, but no kimchi ramen? Unacceptable.
'Head to folks' place?'
Subway's thirty minutes.
Close, but I rarely went.
Lazy, mostly—and awkward company.
But kimchi's serious business.
And now I'm a success story. Time for a triumphant return.
Overdue for a survival check-in anyway.
Quick wash, threw on clothes.
Ten-minute walk to station, so sneakers...
Nah, I'm loaded now (soon).
Taxi it is.
Familiar front door.
Punched in the code.
Beep.
"Mom, it's me~"
No reply.
Instead, the master bedroom door opened, someone emerged.
Timeless pigtails, baggy tee, short dolphin shorts.
My little sister, Jeong Ye-na.
She yawned a greeting.
"Oh? Bro's here?"
"..."
I doubted my ears.
What'd she just say?
Oppa?
If I didn't mishear, it was definitely "Oppa."
Jeong Ye-na.
Twenty this year. Fresh college girl.
And... witness to my darkest history.
Truth be told, my first wet dream was about her.
Sounds insane.
It is insane.
But in my defense, Ye-na's pretty.
Objectively.
Big eyes, pale skin, idol-level figure.
And her signature twin tails... pigtails.
Puberty with a pretty girl under one roof—who wouldn't react?
Of course, I realized I was a sis-con and spent days in self-loathing, no food, no sleep.
But lust beats reason.
I accepted my sexual wall and walked the path of depravity.
Rifled her laundry for panties.
Jerced off using them as lube.
The kicker? It was her birthday.
And as I hit climax, she opened the door.
"Bro, Mom says eat cake... Aaaah! Freak!"
That memory's still vivid.
Thud. Dropped lace panties.
And my massive cum pooling in the basin, fluttering down.
Her eyes full of contempt.
Miracle I didn't get reported.
After, she treated me like vermin.
No talk.
Names: "Hey," "you," pissed off: "loser," "psycho."
PTSD-free from sis was a win; I lived like a mouse, then fled to independence.
But now...
"Oppa" from her mouth?
Naturally?
"You... eat something bad?"
Slipped out.
Ye-na grabbed water from the fridge, sipped, answered.
"Huh? Had sweet potato earlier... Why? Bad breath?"
"No, no. Mom?"
"Out shopping. Hour or two."
Her vibe too calm.
Like nothing siblings.
No, close siblings.
Off-putting.
This world didn't just twist common sense—relationships reset too?
"Came for kimchi."
"Oh, yeah? Hold on. I'll pack some."
She fetched the tub without fuss.
Packing it tight into a container, back to me.
Thighs peeking from short shorts.
Pale, smooth.
Ah, fuck, hot...
No, wrong.
Ye-na? Didn't we have bad blood?
Why so sweet?
'My sister? Wait, no way...?'
A hunch.
This world's logic.
Semen is money.
So that past incident... reinterpreted?
Test it.
"Ye-na."
"Yeah?"
She turned.
"I'm a Royal Jelly now."
One sec. Two.
"No way."
Her eyes went saucer-wide.
Hand closing the lid froze.
"F-for real?! Bro's a Royal Jelly?!"
"Yeah. Passed yesterday. Got certified at Daemul."
"Kyaaaaah!"
She screamed, charged.
Jumped into my arms.
"Insane! Epic! Best bro ever!"
Bouncing while hugging me.
Her tits pressed, released, repeat.
Soft feel.
Shampoo scent.
"For real?! Pension time? We're rich now?!"
Bingo.
This girl's seeing me as a walking ATM, not bro.
"Hey, hey. Let go. Can't breathe."
"Hehe, too happy! Wow, my friend's bro's Royal Jelly too—always bragging about luxury gifts. Now I can flex!"
Ye-na clung to my arm, acting cute.
When's the last time I saw sis cute?
First time ever?
Problem.
Her rubbing sparked my crotch.
'Fuck. Can't get hard.'
Why no glow-down? Still bombshell.
Cuter than kid days.
College upgraded her.
Light makeup, pure explosion.
As I clenched to fight the boner, she cooed.
"Oppa, allowance then? Pretty please? Like old times~"
"Like old times?"
Old times?
I ever give her cash?
Only snatched snacks.
Her eyes sparkled.
"Yeah! Don't remember? My birthday back then!"
Ah.
Here it comes.
That day.
"You came buckets in my panties and gave 'em! So much!"
"......"
"Sold it, went restaurant, karaoke with friends. Super grateful."
"..."
Head spun.
My life's worst trauma.
That suicidal moment.
In this world: "Big bro's generous birthday cash splash."
'Holy shit.'
My caught-jerkin' fuckup beautified?
Sold panty cum for dinner out?
Ridiculous, I chuckled.
But relief washed over.
Good.
Not branded perv.
Treated as capable bro.
And then...
Deep-buried, sealed dark desire crept up.
Little sister.
Forbidden zone.
But this world?
Semen as cash—giving allowance is legit.
Method: ejaculation?
"...Not like I can't."
Tested the waters.
Needed to confirm.
Her face lit up.
"For real?! Epic! Love you, Oppa!"
Peck-ready.
"How much? Cash? Or..."
Eyes flicked to my pants.
Tented already.
But no disgust.
"Semen like old times is fine! Prices up now. Royal Jelly premium, right?"
"Yeah... probably."
"Then..."
She took my hand.
Led to her room.
"Want me to help milk one? My treat."
"...Huh?"
Froze.
Milk me?
You?
Blood sis jacking off bro?
Even here, that's...
Wait.
Royal Jelly perk: "Multiple marriages."
Incest allowed?
Not marriage, but semen trades family-ok?
Brain tangled.
But body followed to her room.
Fresh scent inside.
Stuffed animals on bed.
She sat me down.
Kneeled before me.
"Oppa, held back a lot? It's huge."
Poked the tent with finger.
"Ngh."
"Hehe. Whip it out. I'll drain you good. But gotta cum lots, kay?"
Her hand hit my belt.
Heart pounding.
Taboo thrill.
Guilt.
Insane arousal.
This okay?
Sis bro trading semen?
But one last check.
True sis-con me—satisfied with just her handjob?
Sure, great.
But separate.
If more possible, gotta go further, right?
Final question.
"...You get the S-Save?"