Chapter 19
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: I'm Going to Become a Donation Master
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Silence.
A hush so deep not even breathing could be heard.
Yu-jin was huddled behind me like a hamster.
The bubbly energy from moments ago had vanished; now she trembled like prey before a predator.
There was one reason why she became like this.
Senior Lee Ha-na.
She stood with her arms crossed, gazing down at us with intrigued eyes.
Multiple cylinders were scattered across the floor.
The half-bottle of semen clutched preciously in Yu-jin's arms.
And the white traces around my mouth.
Anyone could see we'd had a wild romp.
I broke the silence.
"...It wasn't on purpose that it ended up in my mouth."
It was an excuse.
It slipped out before I knew it.
Senior Lee Ha-na chuckled softly.
"Huh? Why bother is explaining? I was just asking."
Oh.
Right.
Why had I been so intimidated?
Her presence had crushed me without me realizing.
That was when it happened.
Twitch.
My dick sprang up.
Damn, this guy's got no sense of timing...
The only one unfazed in this room.
My dick.
Senior Lee Ha-na's gaze drifted downward.
"Junior? Looks like you're still a bit pent up..."
She approached.
Click-clack.
Her heels hammered my heart.
Without hesitation, she seized my dick.
Like a snake snatching prey.
Her hand was soft, but it had an iron grip with no escape.
"Ugh..."
Her fingertips teasingly scraped the most sensitive spot on my glans.
A sharp jolt raced up my spine.
Nothing like Yu-jin's touch.
If Yu-jin offered devoted service, Senior Lee Ha-na was an expert in handling.
"Wanna cum... right now?"
She whispered in my ear.
An irresistible offer.
But.
"Th-that! S-Senior! We're still in class... we have to get back..."
Yu-jin mustered her courage.
Her voice trembled, but I could see her determination to look out for me.
Senior Lee Ha-na glanced at Yu-jin.
A tense silence stretched.
She released her hand.
"Hmm... Got it. Plenty of chances anyway."
She was cool about it.
Then she pulled an envelope from the drawer and stood by the door.
"Junior? Hit me up~"
A wink.
And she vanished like the wind.
Only after the door clicked shut did the tension drain away.
"Phew..."
A deep sigh escaped me.
What the hell was that woman?
I'd pegged her as a semen-shower maniac.
But what she'd just shown was pure charisma.
Conqueror's Haki?
Not allure—but raw dominance.
I almost got overwhelmed.
"Do-hun... you okay?"
Yu-jin tugged at my clothes.
"Yeah. Let's go. Class is ending."
I hurriedly dressed.
Yu-jin stuffed the semen-filled water bottle deep into her bag.
Like it was a buried treasure.
We slipped back into the lecture hall.
Luckily, the professor was mid-lecture and paid us no mind.
We sat just as the dismissal bell rang.
"That's it for today."
Perfect timing.
I grabbed my bag and headed out.
Yu-jin gave me a wistful look.
"Do-hun, thanks for today. I'll... make good use of this."
She patted her bag.
"Yeah. Catch you next time."
"Yeah! Next time... you'll do it again, right?"
Her eyes gleamed with sticky longing.
Like she was savoring the aftertaste.
I nodded, and we parted.
On the way home.
I stared blankly out the taxi window.
My body felt light.
No issues with my vigor.
But mentally, I was drained.
Too much crammed into one day.
Cumming in my crush's mouth, glimpsing the wild side of the semen-shower senior.
I crashed onto the bed the moment I got home.
Staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Suddenly, something I'd been wondering resurfaced.
This insane world's 'chastity norms.'
Just how far did they go?
Handjobs in school were standard, even ducking out mid-class for sex was fine.
What about the streets?
Parks?
My curiosity burned.
I booted up the computer.
Typed into the search bar.
['Service' acts. How far should one go?]
Enter.
A flood of posts.
I clicked the top-viewed one.
The content was mind-blowing.
In conclusion, consensual sexual acts carry no legal punishment regardless of location. However, under the 'Public Place Etiquette Law,' restraint is recommended in high-traffic areas like busy downtowns, apartment playgrounds, etc.
But acts that obstruct traffic or cause excessive shock to uneducated citizens may result in fines.
Recommended.
Not banned—just recommended.
Meaning, no arrests even if you did.
Fuck.
What passed for etiquette here?
Don't block paths, keep it away from kids.
My head was spinning.
Street sex did happened.
I just hadn't hit the quiet spots.
Or it blended into the scenery far too naturally.
Common sense is in ruins.
But it was a boon for me.
No prying eyes to worry about.
Hm.
Still, outdoor sex felt off.
But then.
A stray thought hit me.
'Wait...'
Ye-na. My little sister.
I'd taken her virginity.
Meaning she wasn't a 'virgin' anymore.
Hwick University virgin retention mandate?
Poof—gone.
So.
Ye-na was in 'free sex mode' now?
College girl in this liberated world, hymen seal broken.
And she'd tasted money (semen).
Sudden dread hit.
I pictured it.
Ye-na tumbling with some random guy.
No.
Absolutely not.
Can't stomach my sister moaning under another dude.
It was not my brotherly protection instincts... just pure possessiveness.
Yeah, I own up to it.
I'm scum.
But to feed my scummy urges, I had to guard Ye-na.
I Grabbed my phone.
And dialed her number.
Ring... ring...
Click.
"Hey, Oppa! What's up?"
Ye-na's voice was bright.
Noisy background—school, probably.
"Ye-na. Where you at?"
"School, duh. Why? It it allowance time?"
Blunt as ever.
She was my sister through and through.
"Nah, not that... got a favor to ask."
"Favor? Then spill."
"Well... could you skip sex with anyone else?"
Blurted it.
Silence.
"...Huh?"
Ye-na sounded flustered.
"What the hell, outta nowhere? Why?"
"Just... don't. No service gigs, no nothing."
"Why though? I'm not a virgin anymore?"
Reason.
I needed a pretext.
'Opa's jealous' would just get mockery.
I racked my brain.
Fuck, give me something.
A plausible excuse of some kind.
No—a bait to lock her down.
Then it hit me.
Semen.
Yes—this world's ultimate cheat.
"If you skip others..."
I swallowed hard.
"I'll give you a load once a week."
"......!"
"Any way you want. No volume cap."
I went all-in.
"So... be my exclusive pussy, nice and obedient."
Shit.
Not that.
Didn't mean to drop that insane line...
Can't believe it came out of my mouth.
Telling my blood sister to be my exclusive hole.
But it landed.
A sharp intake over the line.
"R-Really?!"
Ye-na's voice cracked with excitement.
"Once a week?! Oppa's Royal Jelly semen?!"
"Yeah. I promise."
"Kyaahhh!"
My eardrums rattled.
Ye-na whooped a hooray.
"Insane! Hell yes! I'll be Oppa's exclusive! Only Oppa forever!"
...
Fuck.
So goddamn hot.
Little sis volunteering as my lifetime cumdump.
"...Promised?"
"Yup yup! Want a contract? Ahh, hurry up weekend! Love you, Oppa!"
Click.
The line went dead.
Relief soon flooded in.
I averted a disaster.
Saved my precious sis from NTR hell.
Price: my semen sub rights.
Whatever.
My semen overflowed anyway.
Family sharing is sweet.
I cackled on the bed.
The urgent fire has been doused.
But how about other girls?
Yu-jin? Seol-ah?
Couldn't control them all.
Yu-jin was crush territory, not mine yet.
Seol-ah...
Hm.
Seol-ah was different.
The most who'd intertwined bodies.
Her joy was taking my massive loads.
A soft heaven despite her 'killer pussy' rep.
My heart tugged.
Propose on the next meet.
An exclusive deal.
Out-sponsor any corp—she'd flip.
Grrrowl.
My stomach clock its dinner time.
Tension's gone, and my hunger hits.
I opened the fridge.
Empty-.
But not quite.
Jam-packed, actually.
Issue: it's not food.
1L water bottles, 2L extractor tubs...
All brimming with white liquid.
My handiwork.
"Ugh, fuck."
More semen than chow.
Human pad or sperm vault?
The kimchi tub was getting cozy with the semen jar.
My appetite was nuked.
Cleanup time.
All of these are cash.
It won't spoil, but fresh fetches premium prices.
To the S-Bank.
I dressed quick.
Dug out my cornered travel suitcase.
Stacked the fridge haul neat.
Heavy.
A solid heft.
Zipped, bring it upright.
Handle gripped and dragged.
Slosh. Slosh.
Gross vibes were felt through hands.
The liquid sway with full force.
Sloshed over lips.
I pictured it.
Folks learning the suitcase's just all semen? Their faces?
Faints or maybe raids.
Treasure chest vibes are now out of the door.
I hailed cab.
The driver eyed the trunk—but I blocked his view.
"Nah, holding it. They're valuables."
"Heh, suit yourself? Looks pretty heavy."
Valuables? They're literally liquid bullion.
Staright to the S-Bank.
Got my number ticket.
3 ahead.
All tiny bags or pouches.
Ding-dong-.
[Customer 104.]
My go.
I dragged the case to the window.
The clerk beamed a sweet smile.
"Welcome. How may I help you?"
"Deposits."
"ID please?"
I handed it over.
She checked—then her eyes popped.
"Oh! Jeong Do-hun? Royal Jelly qualification?"
"Yep. Issue?"
"Ah... Royals get dedicated pickup... no app?"
...What?
Doorstep collection?
News to me.
Kim Mi-so, key intel miss?
Or tuned out?
"I didn't know. there was an app here?"
"Its instant. You can schedule home runs or on-call."
Whoa, fuck.
Godtier.
No hauling grunt work.
Knowledge gives more power.
"Sign me. And today's haul."
I stood, hoisted the case to desk.
Thud!
The whole desk wobbled.
The clerk freaked out.
"C-Customer? This is all...?"
"Yep. Semen."
Unzipped.
White-filled tubs threatened to spill-viewed with awe.
The clerk's jaw-dropped.
Staff halted, even gawked.
"Th-this... all yours?"
"Yep."
"My god..."
She shakily grabbed the intercom.
"Br-branch manager! Emergency! VIP... special customer!"
Moments later.
A bald-shiny midlife boss bolted out.
Saw the case, and nudges his glasses.
"Hoo... all semen?"
"Yes. Assay it."
On cue, staff swarmed.
Container-by-container to precision analyzer.
Whirr- whirr-.
There was a nonstop drone.
Eyes on the bank all locked on me.
Shame?
None.
My Power comes with proof.
Qualified credentials even.
A semen-etched score.
Soon.
Results.
The manager wiped his sweat, using the calculator in a frenzy.
"1ml base 12,000 won... Premium bump 1.2x... Royal Jelly Premium 1.5x..."
Tap. Tap. Tap!
"Total... 134 million won."
134 million.
Breath seized.
Not a week.
Not a month.
Two days flat.
Two days for 134 mil.
100 mil salary dream gig?
I hit this weekly.
While balls-deep in bliss.
"Deposit... full amount?"
"Yes. All."
My account lit up.
Zero count?
One, ten, hundred, thousand, myriad...
Fucking loaded.
Out the bank.
My steps feel like I'm walking on clouds.
My empty case became light as feather, while my wallet became heavy as lead.
My fantasies unfurled.
Gangnam penthouse core.
Lambo supercar garage.
Fresh beauties nightly.
Money with no-limits.
I grin cheek-to-cheek.
Snickering street-stroll, cross-building sign caught my eye.
SemenFree
Giant sperm logo.
Tadpole? Nah.
News donation crew.
Blood bank style—free semen dump for all.
No payout.
But volunteer quality is legendary.
And prime.
An 'Honor' hauling spot.
That Kim Cheol-su's 700-donation award?
Child's play.
I play with my volume.
I took a detour towards it.
Target: SemenFree.
Cash is now squared away.
Honor is next on the line.
My suitcase wheels sang merrily.
Alright, how about a record-smash time?