Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: The Pussy That Kills People
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Is this what it's like for soldiers heading into battle?
No, it's even worse than that.
Soldiers fire bullets, but I fire off lives.
Billions of them, at that.
I double-checked my supplies one more time.
Large-capacity S-Save extractor (Secret Garden purchase, 2L capacity)
5 high-calorie energy bars (chocolate flavor, 20g protein each)
1.5L ion drink (hydration essential)
Waterproof sheet (for bed protection)
Emergency basin (pink, Daiso edition)
Perfect.
No gaps.
Today, I'm not finishing with just one shot.
Considering Seol-ah's toughness and her obsession with money, she might drain me to the very bottom today.
I reviewed past data.
'When jerking off alone... on a good day, I could go up to five times in a row.'
The total output back then was roughly 2L.
Enough to fill a big water bottle and then some.
I tapped at the calculator.
2,000ml.
At market price, 24 million won.
But I'm rated 'Premium'.
On top of that, Royal Jelly premium.
Roughly 30 million won, give or take.
30 million won.
I clenched my fist.
"Today, I'm buying a car."
Now for the real deal.
Ding-dong-.
10:10 PM.
The doorbell rang right on time.
Seol-ah's face appeared on the intercom screen.
I opened the door.
"Oppa!"
Seol-ah came in with a bright smile.
Her outfit caught my eye.
A light, flowing dress with a cardigan over it.
She'd touched up her makeup; her skin glowed softly.
A fresh shampoo scent brushed past my nose.
She'd clearly put in the effort.
"Come on in. Was it hard to find?"
"Pfft, navigation apps these days are so good."
Seol-ah slipped off her shoes and looked around the room.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Hmm... It's more modest than I expected."
"Huh?"
"I mean, you're a Royal Jelly producer. And you shoot out so much semen..."
Her gaze swept over the narrow kitchen and the room packed with just a bed.
She wasn't wrong.
With Royal Jelly benefits and my balance, I could move out of this one-room anytime.
I just hadn't nailed down the timing yet.
No need to explain all that.
"I kinda like it this way. It's cozy."
Seol-ah laughed at my words.
"Fair enough. Anywhere you are is a palace to me."
She plopped down on the bed.
The springs creaked.
I brought out the tea I'd prepared.
Warm green tea.
Seol-ah blew on her cup and sipped.
The mood was strange.
Less like sex partners, more like lovers meeting after work?
"Ugh, today was brutal with this rude customer."
"What happened?"
"He orders a burger set, then complains the fries are soggy and demands new ones. After eating most of them!"
"What a jerk."
"Right? So I secretly loaded his cola with extra ice. Hope it got all watered down!"
Seol-ah balled her fists and huffed.
Adorable.
Her chattering lips were cherry-like.
I found myself smiling warmly at her without realizing.
These little conversations.
This everyday normalcy.
In a crazy world where semen was currency, this felt like the only sane moment.
It was thrilling.
Was this what a flirtation felt like?
"Oppa, are you listening? You look like you're spacing out..."
Seol-ah squinted suspiciously at me.
Whoops.
Did I zone out too hard?
"No, no. I am. That jerk customer sounds awful."
"Tch, soulless reaction."
Seol-ah pouted.
I gently placed my hand on her shoulder.
Warm body heat.
"Hey, come on... I wasn't done with the story..."
Even as she said that, her hands were already undoing her cardigan buttons.
Quick on the draw.
A woman with real survival instincts.
Time is money, after all.
Slip.
The cardigan came off, and the dress zipper slid down.
Seol-ah in her underwear.
Black lace lingerie contrasting her pale skin.
Victory undies.
She meant business today.
"Oppa, kill the lights."
At her request, I turned off everything but the bedside lamp.
Under the soft glow, the two of us returned to our primal forms.
Our bodies began to tangle.
Skin slapping against skin.
Ragged breaths.
"Hngh..."
Seol-ah's delicate moan escaped.
Different from the motel.
Hearing it in my room, on my bed—it hit harder.
Fresher.
A random thought crossed my mind.
What a wild world.
Past me could've never imagined this.
Such a pretty girl coming to my place on her own, stripping down.
All thanks to that nameless scholar who discovered semen's value.
Wherever you are, I'd bow to you.
Feels almost religious.
Amen. Nah, Semen.
"Haa... Oppa... right there..."
Seol-ah twisted her hips.
Foreplay was plenty.
Her pussy was beyond wet—drenched.
My dick was swollen to bursting.
Locked and loaded.
Ready to fire.
I slid between her legs.
She spread them wide, opening the path.
"Oppa... come here. Put it in."
A needy voice.
No reason to refuse.
I lined up the tip with her entrance.
Squelch.
Lewd friction.
Slowly, I pushed my hips forward.
Schlup-.
Going in.
Smooth as silk.
But.
'Huh?'
Something's off.
Last time, it hit a tight wall halfway.
My size, her narrow insides.
But today? No resistance.
Schluuup-.
All the way to the hilt in one go.
Fit like a custom suit.
No—felt like there was even some extra space.
"...?"
I looked at Seol-ah in surprise.
She grinned ear to ear.
"Heehee. Surprised?"
"Y-yeah... what's with this? Different from last time."
"I went to the clinic and got a procedure."
Procedure?
Another one?
"Boosted my uterus and vaginal contraction strength. It was wild. They stuck some electrode thing on me, doc says 'Adjusting the numbers~' and boom, done."
Wait.
Just 'click' and it's bigger?
How far has this world's biotech gone?
Awe at the over-tech mystery.
"... So how much did it increase?"
"Mm, used to be about 500ml, now it handles 1L easy."
1 liter.
Like shoving a big milk carton inside her.
Insane.
"Doc asked if I was a Semen Receiver by any chance."
"... Semen Receiver?"
New term.
I got the word, but as a job?
"What's a Semen Receiver?"
"Huh? You don't know? Semen Receiver~"
Seol-ah said it like it was obvious.
No, explain what it is.
Treating people like containers as a job title?
Vulgar.
Wanted to ask more, but she didn't seem inclined to explain.
'Sigh, I'll search later.'
Focus on sex now.
I started thrusting.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Definitely easier than before.
Deep penetration felt great.
Seol-ah's reactions were fiercer too.
"Haangh! Oppa! So deep...! Feels so good...!"
Her breasts jiggled.
Full handfuls—overflowing.
Too busy pounding before to really grope them.
Today, I had time.
Reached out and grabbed her breast.
Soft and squishy.
Like glutinous rice cake.
Excitement gripped my hand.
Squeeze.
I pressed hard around the nipple.
That moment.
Squirt-!
"...?"
White liquid sprayed out.
Not from my dick.
From Seol-ah's breast.
A stream jetted from her nipple right to my face.
"Ah, cold... no, warm."
I wiped the liquid from my cheek.
This is...
"Breast milk?"
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Seol-ah's face flushed red.
"Ahh...! I told you I still lactate! Be gentle..."
"Fuck...?"
The curse slipped out.
Breast milk.
No way.
"You... were pregnant?"
Her eyes went wide at my question.
"Huh? No? Do I look old enough to have a kid already?"
"Then why the milk?"
"...? You can control lactation. Procedure took less than five minutes..."
Speechless.
Breast milk without pregnancy.
In five minutes.
Women in this world mod their bodies like RPG characters.
Options added.
Lactation function: On.
Vaginal capacity expansion: On.
When will I stop being shocked by this world?
But doubt crept in.
Getting these procedures means demand exists.
Has Seol-ah's pussy seen more than a few guys?
Curiosity over jealousy.
"Why get these procedures? The S-Save, lactation too..."
Seol-ah tilted her head.
"Huh? Didn't I mention?"
"What?"
"I'm ex-Royal Jelly collector... special admission straight from Hwick University."
Thud.
My heart sank.
Royal Jelly collector.
The 'nationally certified partner' Kim Mi-so mentioned.
Special admission?
Elite of elites.
'Wait, isn't collector a lifetime gig?'
Kim Mi-so's words echoed.
'They usually don't switch.'
Once assigned, together for life unless something huge.
Yet Seol-ah's at a convenience store.
Means...
Fired.
Or replaced.
"Ah... did you get replaced?"
I asked carefully.
Seol-ah's expression turned odd.
Sad? No, wronged?
"Mm... It fit my assigned Royal Jelly guy's tastes. He adored me. But..."
"But?"
"He... died during sex..."
"... Died during sex?"
The term I knew?
Died mid-fuck?
"Yeees...! Ngh...! O-Oppa, thrusting while talking... Haaang...!"
Shit.
I'd kept pistoning without thinking.
Even through the shock, my hips stayed loyal to instinct.
I slowed down.
"Sorry... go on?"
"Hnnng... Yeah... Hiiing... This is trauma, you know..."
Tears welled in Seol-ah's eyes.
Not acting.
She looked genuinely sad.
Makes sense—lost her lifetime sponsor.
"S-sorry... just curious..."
"... That day, he kept demanding more contraction... Tighter, bite harder..."
Seol-ah gripped my shoulders tight.
"So... I pulled every trick from school, every technique... went full divine pussy mode."
"......"
"Then... suddenly 'Urk!' and..."
...
Let's recap.
Han Seol-ah: elite Royal Jelly collector, special admission.
Her skills and pussy grip too perfect.
Her assigned Royal Jelly couldn't handle the pleasure, croaked.
In other words.
This pussy I'm fucking right now.
It's a man-killer.
Murder weapon.
Death pussy.
Chills ran down my spine.
At the same time.
It turned me on like crazy.
A pussy so good it kills men?
Challenge accepted.
I'm different.
Not some weak-ass Royal Jelly.
I'm Emperor Jelly.
"Seol-ah."
"Yes...?"
"That thing... can you do it to me too?"