Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Not Your Average Charity
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“Haaang~! Aaaang~!”
The moment I opened the door, the sound hit my eardrums like a slap.
A scream?
No, a moan.
A raw, sticky moan dripping with pure seduction.
“Hnggh! There! Aaang! Too deeeep!”
...
Fuck, what the hell is this...?
I froze with my hand on the doorknob.
Did I walk into the wrong place?
I double-checked the sign.
[SemenFree - Share Your Love]
Definitely the right spot.
The charity group from the news.
But the noises coming from inside were anything but wholesome.
Right at the entrance was a reception desk.
Behind it stretched a long hallway lined with firmly shut doors.
It reminded me of a lounge bar or some shady massage parlor.
The sounds leaking through the door cracks were even more outrageous.
“Cum for me! Donate it! Donateee...!”
“Aaaang! Service! Donation! Feels so gooood!”
“Yes! Yes! I love donating!”
What a crazy world.
Who cums yelling “donate” like that?
And what’s with all the “yes, yes”?
Something tells me that girl’s cheeks would stretch real nice.
This is a donation center?
I was looking around when—
Click-clack.
The sound of high heels approached, along with a woman.
A tight white uniform hugged her body.
The SemenFree logo was emblazoned on her chest, and the skirt barely covered half her thighs.
Nurse cosplay?
Or is this just standard volunteer uniform?
“Welcome~ This is SemenFree~”
She bowed at the waist.
Her deep bow exposed her cleavage perfectly.
Even the greeting felt suspicious.
A government office, bank, or charity would say...
‘What brings you here?’
‘How can I help you today?’
Something like that.
But straight-up ‘welcome’?
Like greeting a regular at a bar.
Spot on.
“First time? Or do you have a reservation?”
She asked sweetly.
Reservation? For donating?
“Uh... I’m here to make a donation.”
Her eyes curved into crescents at my words.
“Oh my! A donation angel! Welcome~”
She lightly grabbed my arm.
Soft and squishy.
Her donation-pulling skills were no joke.
“On-site donation or drop-off? Which would you prefer?”
Drop-off must mean handing over what you collected at home.
I’d already deposited six liters at the bank, so nothing to drop off.
My goal was honor.
...
Actually, my real goal was the donation experience.
...
My real, real goal was free sex.
“On-site donation, please.”
“Got it. There might be a short wait for on-site— that okay?”
“Yeah. Oh, and...”
I paused.
This one line would change everything.
“I’m a Royal Jelly producer.”
One second.
Two seconds.
The receptionist’s eyes went wide as saucers.
She covered her mouth, making a huge fuss.
“Oh my gosh!”
Her voice pitched up an octave.
“You’re a Royal Jelly? Oh my, what an honor to have you in our humble place...”
Humble? Come on...
You guys do good work too.
The other staff nearby turned their gazes toward us.
Royal Jelly.
The word’s impact was unreal.
“We’re always short on Royal Jelly semen. So much demand, not enough supply... We’re thrilled to have you!”
She gripped and shook my hand tightly.
Demand, huh.
No need to ask whose.
They’ll put it to good use.
“This way, please. I’ll guide you in the consultation room.”
I sat where she directed.
She brought out some “welcome drink”— wild ginseng tea.
Service was on point.
“Just fill out these basic details.”
She handed me a tablet PC.
I looked at the screen.
[Donor Information Registration]
Name, age, contact.
Normal so far.
Then it got weird.
[Height / Weight]
[Penis Size (Length/Girth)]
[Average Ejaculate Volume]
[Semen Density]
[Erection Duration]
“...We have to fill this out too?”
“Yes! We need to provide accurate info to our recipients.”
Hm, fair.
Blood donations require precise details too.
Think of it like that.
I filled it out without hesitation.
Size? Huge.
Volume? Immeasurable (lots).
Semen density.
[Standard / Thick / Premium (150%+)]
Checked ‘Premium’ without a second thought.
Fresh specs certified by S-Bank.
The receptionist peeked over, then her jaw dropped.
“Pr-Premium...?”
She swallowed hard.
“D-Donor... You didn’t joke around or anything, right...?”
“Nah. It’ll all come out soon anyway. Why would I lie?”
“Wow... The helpers hit the jackpot today.”
I caught her muttering under her breath.
Jackpot?
Is this... really a charity?
“All done? Then let me explain the rules.”
She showed me the guidelines.
[On-Site Donation Rules]
- If ejaculation exceeds 5ml, donor decides donation amount. (Ex: Donate 3ml, take 2ml)
- Under 5ml ejaculation: Full amount donated.
- Failed ejaculation: May require comfort fee (tip) to helper.
“Basically, if you produce a lot, you can take the excess home.”
The receptionist beamed as she explained.
5ml.
A high bar for average guys.
They usually manage about 3ml, so hitting 5ml takes everything they’ve got.
That’s why they squeeze it all out under the “donation” pretext.
But.
‘...Doesn’t apply to me.’
I blow over 500ml per load.
5ml? That’s just precum territory.
“Got it. I planned to donate it all anyway.”
“Oh, such a kind heart.”
She looked touched.
“Now, which girl should we assign?”
Fuck.
Gotcha.
You’re totally a front for a brothel.
‘Which girl’?
Choice menu?
Selecting volunteers at a charity?
Makes no sense.
But my lips were curling up.
“...It’s my first donation, so I don’t really know.”
True.
No clue what girls they have or how it works.
“Anyone... no, someone young and pretty would be great.”
My honest thoughts slipped out.
The receptionist burst out laughing.
“Pfft. So straightforward. Got it. For a Royal Jelly, we’ll send our center’s ace.”
She whispered into her radio.
“Yes, prep Room 3. VIP incoming.”
VIP treatment.
Not bad.
“This way.”
I followed her down the hall.
The sounds from the rooms grew even more explicit.
“Donor! More! Give me more!”
“Eek! Too big! My donation pouch is bursting!”
Is this hell or heaven?
“Right here.”
Room 3.
The door opened.
“Make yourself comfy. The helper will be right in.”
She left, door clicked shut.
I scanned the room.
“Whoa...”
Familiar setup.
Dim lighting overall.
Pink mood lights glowing softly on the walls.
Plush leather sofa.
And next to it, a massive machine.
S-Save extractor.
Smaller than hospital or bank models, but way bigger than home-use— commercial grade.
‘That size should handle it no problem.’
At least three liters easy.
I sank into the sofa.
So comfy.
Tension eased a bit.
Wonder what girl’s coming.
Ace, so high expectations.
Will she have a different vibe from Seol-ah, Yu-jin, or Senior Ha-na?
Heart pounding as I waited.
Knock knock.
“Come in.”
Click.
Door opened.
A neat bob-cut girl entered.
Early twenties?
Pale skin, big eyes.
Puppy-like face.
But she looked off.
“H-Hellooo...! I’m helper Yuraaa...!”
She yelled in a super tense voice.
Shoulders hunched up to her ears.
Hands clutching her apron, trembling.
Weird.
She’s gotta be a pro.
They said ace-level.
Why’s she so scared?
Yura shuffled timidly toward me.
Her walk was robotic.
Up close, I saw her name tag on her chest.
[Apprentice Helper Yura]
“...?”
Apprentice?
Ace?
Pairing an apprentice with a Royal Jelly?
Complaint bait?
I was about to frown when—
Knock knock.
Another knock from the door.
Then it swung open.
“Yura! I told you to wait outside!”
Sharp but elegant voice.
I turned.
Whoa.
I gasped.
The new woman radiated office-lady vibes, long straight hair cascading down.
Like she’d fit right in at some trendy new town.
Gray one-piece dress would suit her.
Hip line was a work of art.
Overflowing mature charm.
She sighed at Yura the moment she entered.
“Sorry, sir. I looked away for a second and...”
She bowed to me.
Deep cleavage.
Thank you.
“Hello. I’m Chief Helper Jiwon. Sorry about this... She’s a new apprentice today.”
Jiwon started explaining.
Situation was this:
Veteran Jiwon was originally assigned to me.
Then they heard Royal Jelly was here.
For training purposes, they wanted apprentice Yura to observe.
Jiwon told Yura to wait outside while she prepped.
But nervous Yura misheard “enter the room” and came in first.
“Ah... I see.”
“Yes, truly sorry. Yura lacks experience...”
Jiwon apologized nonstop.
Yura beside her looked on the verge of tears, head bowed.
“S-Sorry! I’m so stupid... Hng...”
About to cry any second.
I waved it off.
“No worries. It happens.”
Honestly fine.
No, better than fine.
Mature beauty and cute apprentice.
Two hotties in my room.
This is a bonus.
“So... she’ll just watch you do it?”
Jiwon hesitated at my question.
Glanced at Yura, then me.
“Um... sir.”
“Yes?”
“If it’s okay... could our apprentice Yura help you instead?”
“...Huh?”
Sudden pitch.
Apprentice over the chief?
“I’ll coach from the side and fill in any gaps. But I’d like Yura to take the lead.”
“Hm... I don’t mind.”
Honestly, whoever’s fine.
Yura’s cute and pretty too.
But why?
“Why the apprentice all of a sudden?”
Jiwon lowered her voice.
“Truth is... this is the first time a Royal Jelly has come to service at our branch.”
“And?”
“It’d be great experience for Yura. And...”
She paused.
“Yura here... graduated from Hwick University.”
“...!”
Hwick University.
That infamous school again.
“Hwick grad?”
But weird.
“Graduated Hwick and working here? As an apprentice? Don’t Hwick grads usually become exclusive collectors?”
Kim Mi-so’s words came back.
Hwick grads are in such demand they can’t keep up.
Grabbed by big corps or Royal Jellies right after graduation.
So why here? As an apprentice?
Jiwon sighed, looking at Yura.
Yura hung her head, ears red with shame.
“...As you can see. Yura’s a bit timid... no, she gets super nervous.”
“Nervous?”
“Yes. Skills are solid, but in real scenarios, she freezes...”
Jiwon said regretfully.
“Every Royal Jelly exclusive interview... she tenses up, messes up, can’t even speak right, keeps getting rejected.”
Ah.
Like interview anxiety.
“So to build confidence and get field experience, I brought her here...”
I looked at Yura.
Still clutching her apron, shaking.
“S-Sorry... I’m such an idiot...”
Tears welling in her eyes.
Hm.
Cute to me.
Like a small animal.
Hamster or bunny vibe.
Don’t guys in this world like that?
Should trigger protective instincts, have them swarming.
Or do Royal Jellies prefer bold, sexy types?
Whatever. If others pass, thank you very much.
“I’m good with it.”
“Huh?”
“She’s cute. The nervousness is charming too.”
Yura’s head snapped up at my words.
Our eyes met.
Hers trembled.
“R-Really...?”
“Yeah. You do it, Yura. Looking forward to it.”
I smiled, and her face turned beet red.
Jiwon grinned wide.
“Oh! Thank you so much! Yura, hear that? He said yes. Do your best.”
“Y-Yes! Th-Thank you!”
Yura bowed 90 degrees.
“And...”
Jiwon whispered in my ear.
Sultry voice.
“Yura’s... a virgin.”
“...!”
Virgin.
Hwick grad virgin?
Oh right.
Hwick requires virginity during enrollment.
Offer it to an exclusive partner after graduation.
But Yura bombed all interviews...
“Hasn’t found a partner since graduating... she’s pristine.”
Theory maxed, practice zero. Level 99 newbie.
Plus shy personality.
Perfect.
Hit my exact type.
“Then... I’ll leave you to it.”
I leaned deep into the sofa.
Jiwon nudged Yura’s back.
“Go on, Yura. Just like we practiced. No mistakes for a Royal Jelly, okay?”
“Y-Yes!”
Yura approached.
She knelt.
Her white uniform skirt rode up, exposing thighs.
Her shaky hand touched my pants.
Clink.
Buckle undone.
Zip down.
And—
Boing!
My already excited cock sprang out.
“Eek...!”
Yura gasped.
Eyes bulging.
“B-Big... So biiiig...”
Mouth agape.
“Bigger than in practice...”
She stared blankly, then glanced at Jiwon.
Jiwon nodded.
‘Get to it’ signal.
Yura swallowed hard.
Then opened her mouth with resolve.
I expected “Let’s begin” or “I’ll touch you now.”
But.
What came out blew my expectations.
“P-Please take my v-virginity...!”
“...?”
Silence.
The room went dead quiet.
I was shocked. Jiwon too.
Yura squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.
“Pierce my hymen with your Royal Jelly cum... Please!”
Shocking declaration.
Came to donate, get begged to deflower.
By a total stranger.
Jiwon stammered in panic.
“Y-Yura? What’s with the sudden...?”
“I-I know! I know I’m lacking! But... with a Royal Jelly...!”
Yura opened her eyes, staring at me.
Desperation.
And desire.
“I want to give my first time... to you, Royal Jelly sir. Then maybe... I’ll gain some confidence...”
Ah.
That logic.
Offer virginity to the ultimate guy, absorb his essence, awaken?
Or build specs as a Royal Jelly partner?
Reason doesn’t matter.
My cock already reacted.
Throb—.
Veins bulging thicker.
Damn...
Hey, buddy. Hold up.
Think it through.
Virgin.
Shy girl’s bold move.
No reason to refuse.
Passing this up would be insane.
I looked at Jiwon.
She watched with intrigued eyes.
“Chief, this cool?”
She shrugged at my question.
“If Yura wants it that bad... who am I to stop her?”
She locked the door.
Click.
Sealed room complete.
“Shall we... start the lesson?”
Jiwon sat beside me.
Yura waited between my legs, face flushed.
Today’s donation.
Shaping up to be a big one.