Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: The Hardworking Part-Time Girl
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"Oppa! You're really just gonna leave?"
In front of the front door.
Jeong Ye-na grabbed the hem of my clothes and clung to it.
In her hand was the washbasin sloshing with the "pocket money" I'd just bestowed upon her.
Ye-na, don't spill that.
No matter how much comes out in one go, it's over ten million won.
"No way. I'd really die."
I refused firmly.
It wasn't a lie.
My legs were shaking.
Yesterday and today combined, they'd extracted at least two liters from me.
And just now, I'd even done the major construction of breaking through her hymen.
My mental energy was tapped out.
"Tch... Mom was kinda looking forward to it too..."
Ye-na pouted her lips.
Mom. Jeong Na-yeon.
I could see the back of her silhouette sitting on the living room sofa, watching TV.
To be honest, she was hot.
Age? Forty.
But she looked late twenties.
By this world's ethical standards—and my own depraved tastes—there's nothing off-limits.
No, it'd actually be perfect.
But not right now.
The timing was all wrong.
Right after sex with my little sister.
Sage time and waves of guilt were crashing over me like a tsunami.
If I went after Mom too?
My brain might overheat and I'd pass out.
"Next time. I'll definitely do her next time. Tell Mom that for me."
"Promise? No backing out later!"
Ye-na stuck out her pinky.
I hooked it casually and bolted out the front door like I was escaping.
From behind me came her cheerful voice. "Oppa! Come back again!"
I checked my reflection in the elevator mirror.
My face looked hollow.
So this is what it feels like to have your essence sucked dry.
No, I was the one who released it all.
I left the building and hailed a taxi.
"Where to, sir?"
"XX Apartments."
I sank into the back seat of the taxi.
The cushions were plush.
As the tension eased, drowsiness flooded in.
The scenery outside the window rushed by.
Ordinary streets.
Ordinary people.
Waiting at a signal.
The taxi stopped.
I glanced out absentmindedly.
A massive plastic surgery building caught my eye.
A banner covering the outer wall.
[Man's Confidence! Gangnam S-Urology & Plastic Surgery]
[Teardrop-Shaped Balls Augmentation - Sagging Testicle Lift - Guaranteed Size Increase]
"......"
I couldn't believe my eyes.
I'd heard of teardrop boob jobs, but teardrop balls? First time.
Fuck, these crazy bastards.
Not tits, but balls? Why?
What good is a teardrop shape?
Do they swing better aerodynamically?
Does the dangling look edgier when you walk?
I pictured it.
Smooth, teardrop-shaped balls.
Chills ran down my spine.
But if it's advertised, there's demand.
Guys in this world care about their ball veins too.
'There's still so much I don't know.'
Becoming Royal Jelly isn't the end.
This world's common sense, culture, trends.
Mountains to learn.
I need more experience points.
The taxi started moving again.
I instinctively cupped my pure, dangling virgin balls protectively.
The pinnacle of tuning is stock.
I'm never touching these.
I got home.
The familiar smell of my room.
Home really is the best.
I was about to flop onto the bed when I remembered.
Oh yeah, something I wanted to search.
I got up and turned on the computer.
Ah... but what was it?
I couldn't remember what I wanted to look up.
Out of habit, I opened the portal site.
Clicked the [News] tab.
As expected.
Headlines dancing wildly, nothing like my common sense.
One article caught my eye.
[Society] Nonprofit Donation Group 'SemenFree' Surpasses 100,000 Cumulative Donations.
I clicked it.
A huge photo dominated the page.
A street booth.
Inside, female volunteers "servicing" men.
Mosaics blurred it, but it was obvious what they were doing.
Handjobs.
Free handjobs.
I scrolled through the article.
[SemenFree provides free release services for low-income individuals facing economic hardship...]
Free release?
Donation, probably.
Nice name for it, but it's just free street hookups.
I scrolled down.
An interview.
[Hot Topic: 'Seed of Love Award' Winner Kim Cheol-su.]
["I just shared my surplus." Kim Cheol-su, who hit 700 cumulative donations, shyly holds up his trophy...]
700 times.
Lunatic.
Once a day is two years.
Two years of free handjobs.
His expression in the photo.
Looks like a virtuous sage's smile, but I know better.
That's the grin of victory.
'That bastard didn't donate—he enjoyed it.'
I'm certain.
Relished the volunteers' hands, got it for free, even snagged an award.
Creation economy.
Honestly, jealous.
Once I have some cash, I'll try it.
Wonder what faces the volunteers would make if I unleashed my dam.
I could steal that donation king title.
Before I knew it, time had flown while browsing.
2 PM.
Lunchtime passed.
Gurgle.
My stomach clock rang.
Come to think of it, I was fasting.
No wonder I was exhausted after just a few rounds.
Tried to eat ramen this morning but no kimchi, so I went to my parents'.
Didn't eat—instead, just fucked my little sister and left.
Energy expenditure massive, intake zero.
To pump out three-plus massive loads a day, calories are essential.
Protein, carbs, fats.
Stuff 'em all in balanced.
"Gonna go out and grab something tasty."
Grabbed just my wallet and phone, headed out.
The sunlight stung.
I wandered the restaurant street.
What to eat.
Meat? Sushi? Buffet?
Picking menus without money worries is always thrilling.
Then, a clean-looking Korean restaurant caught my eye.
[Healthy Table - Capturing Nature]
Liked the sign.
Good for nourishing the body too—checked the menu board at the entrance.
[Recommended Menus]
- Vitality-Packed Ox Bone Soup
- Stamina Eel Rice Bowl
- Special Semen Bibimbap
"...?"
Were my eyes broken?
Looked again.
Special Semen Bibimbap.
"Fuck?"
The curse slipped out loud.
What'd they put in the bibimbap?
Thought it was a misprint—read the fine print explanation.
[Select Grade-A Pork, Fresh Veggies, and 0.00012% 'Bio-Purified Semen.' Deep Flavor and Vitality in One!]
Ugh.
My stomach churned.
Thought I'd hurl.
0.00012%?
Not the amount.
The idea of semen in food was revolting.
To this world, semen might be a panacea and premium seasoning.
Not for me.
I'm pure vanilla to the bone.
Won't tolerate it in my mouth.
Fine shooting into others' mouths, but eating it? No.
Hypocritical, but can't help it.
Checked nearby menus.
[Creamy Seed Pasta - The Pinnacle of Nutty Flavor!]
[Energy Blast Hangover Soup - Miracle in a Drop!]
Insane.
Why are all the restaurants in this neighborhood like this?
No safe zones.
From now on, check ingredients for every dine-out.
Appetite tanked.
But can't starve.
Need the safest spot.
Place with same taste worldwide.
Standardized recipes.
Franchise fast food.
There, across the street—a red sign.
[Burgeria]
Yeah, burgers.
No way they put semen in burgers.
They wouldn't mix it into the patty, right?
Crossed the street briskly.
Entered the store.
Cool AC breeze.
Familiar fry smell.
Relief washed over me.
Headed to the kiosk.
Bulgogi burger set. Large size. Extra fries.
Ordered and sat down.
Staring blankly at the wall, a poster caught my eye.
[EVENT]
[Burgeria X SemenFree Collaboration!]
[Your Precious Donation Changes the World.]
[Participate at the in-store donation booth for a 50,000 Won Burgeria Gift Certificate!]
"......"
Hah.
Even here.
SemenFree. That group from the news.
Collabs with a burger joint?
Come for burgers, leave after a wank.
Looked over—booth in the corner like a sticker photo booth.
[Donation Zone]
Curtain drawn, odd movements inside.
Men's shoes visible.
Blasting one out while waiting for burgers.
Appetite fading fast.
This country's obsessed with semen.
Then.
"Your bulgogi burger set is ready~"
Clear voice from the counter.
Familiar voice.
I looked up.
Part-timer at the counter.
Red cap, red uniform.
Ponytail hair.
"Huh?"
"Huh? Oppa?"
Our eyes met.
Han Seol-ah.
Convenience store clerk, my first on-site payment partner.
The woman who took my load.
"Seol-ah?"
"Whoa! What brings Oppa here?"
Seol-ah's eyes widened in delight.
"Here for food, obviously. You... working here too?"
"Yep! Convenience store mornings, here for lunch rush! Then the cafe across the street after."
She pointed out the window with a bright smile.
Three jobs.
Wow, she really hustles.
Or just money-hungry?
Makes sense—remembering her scraping every last drop from me, not surprising.
Tuition? Or just good pay.
Her work ethic is top-tier.
"Impressive, for real."
"Hehe. Gotta do what it takes to survive."
Seol-ah handed over the tray, pouting playfully.
"But Oppa, why haven't you called? I've been waiting..."
Her eyes were pitiful.
Like a puppy waiting for its owner.
Though whether for me or my semen was unclear.
Hmm.
Han Seol-ah.
Honestly, I'd forgotten her.
Too much had happened.
Semen shower with Senior Lee Ha-na, exam sex with Team Leader Kim Mi-so, incest with my sister.
Progress too fast.
Forgot the tutorial NPC-like Seol-ah.
But seeing her again, she's solid.
Cute.
Eager to please.
And best—that reaction going wild at the sight of my dick, no fear.
S-Save surgery too, cleanup easy.
"Sorry, been busy. Royal Jelly registration and all."
"No way! Really? You did it? Awesome!"
Seol-ah's voice pitched up.
Customers glanced over, but she didn't care.
"Wow... jealous."
Lasers shot from her eyes.
Greedy lasers.
Not burdensome.
Cute, even.
In this world, that's charm.
"So anyway."
I took the burger and said,
"When do you get off today?"
"Me? After the cafe, 10 PM!"
"Wanna meet after?"
Seol-ah's face lit up.
Like a flower blooming.
"For real?! I'll come! Definitely! I'll fly here in a taxi!"
I nodded.
"Yeah. I'll text the address. Come to my place."
"Got it! Oppa! See you later! Love you!"
Seol-ah threw a heart hand sign.
Love you.
Confession on day two.
Capitalist love, sure.
Back at my seat, I bit into the burger.
Chomp chomp.
Delicious.
Pure meat patty, no semen.
Tonight, 10 PM.
Round two with Han Seol-ah.
Last time, first experience—fumbled and came quick.
This time, gonna enjoy it proper.