Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Mom, Is That Really It?
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Mom, is that really it?
“Huuuhk!”
A death-rattle-like scream.
Ye-na opened her eyes.
Her pupils shook like they were caught in an earthquake.
Ye-na hurriedly sat up.
“Oppa? What... what happened to me...?”
A dazed expression.
Her memory must have cut out.
Well, yeah.
She passed out the moment I stuck it in, so...
And I had no idea, just pounding away like an idiot.
I felt a little bad.
But I asked Ye-na calmly anyway.
“You’re awake?”
“Yeah... Did I pass out?”
Hit the nail on the head.
But I couldn’t tell her the truth.
‘Yeah. You croaked like a frog and blacked out the second I put it in.’
How could I say that?
No matter how crazy this world was, this was my last shred of conscience as a big brother.
“No. You were sleeping.”
“Sleeping?”
“Yeah. You were snoring away for over ten minutes. Must’ve been tired.”
A bald-faced lie.
Ye-na tilted her head.
“That’s weird... I’m pretty sure Oppa was thrusting hard...”
Her gaze drifted downward.
She lifted the blanket.
“...Gasp.”
Ye-na’s mouth fell open.
Her lower belly.
It was bulging out like a tadpole.
Proof that it was filled to the brim with my semen.
“Why is my belly so bloated? Oppa, did you already...?”
“Already? You have no idea how hard I worked while you were out.”
“For real?”
Ye-na stroked her belly.
Slosh.
She could feel the heavy liquid sloshing inside, and her face flushed red.
“Wow... You must’ve pumped a ton in there. It feels so heavy.”
A puzzled look, but she seemed convinced.
Honestly, it was better for her mental health to believe she’d been taken advantage of in her sleep than to know she’d blacked out from getting fucked.
That’s when it happened.
“Mm...”
A groan came from beside me.
Mom...
Jeong Na-yeon stirred and opened her eyes groggily.
“Oh my... Did I fall asleep?”
Mom had the exact same reaction as Ye-na.
Like mother, like daughter.
“Yeah, Mom. You two were out like lights, sleeping like babies.”
“Goodness... I can’t believe I made a fool of myself in front of my son.”
Mom blushed and pulled the blanket over herself.
But it didn’t cover everything.
Her belly was just as bloated as Ye-na’s.
The sight of mother and daughter sitting side by side, both with swollen bellies.
Freaky.
But hot as hell.
‘...Is this somnophilia?’
The thought crossed my mind.
Sleep sex.
I used to fantasize about it all the time back in the day.
Sneaking into Ye-na’s room while she slept.
Carefully pulling down her panties without waking her.
And just railing her.
Of course, I imagined it with Mom too.
Sneaking up behind her while she was folding laundry, or jumping her while she napped.
Trash-tier fantasies.
But now?
They were reality.
‘My fantasies become reality.’
Heh.
Damn, getting sidetracked.
I didn’t even need to fantasize anymore.
With consent, knocking them out, and filling their wombs to bursting? All legal.
Innocent.
“Let’s empty those bellies first... We’ve got the extractor right here...”
At my words, the two women helped each other up.
“Heave... So heavy...”
“Careful, Mom. Don’t let it leak.”
Waddle, waddle.
They walked like penguins.
Legs spread wide, couldn’t even walk properly.
The sight was strangely appealing.
Family bonding, I guess.
The S-Save extractor sat by the bed.
Ye-na went first.
She slid the dildo in like a pro.
Vrrr-.
The machine hummed to life, and the transparent hose turned milky white.
Gush, gush, gush.
An insane amount poured out.
Ye-na’s belly shrank in real time.
“Haa... Feels so good...”
Mom’s turn next.
She handled it with equal skill.
The semen from both their wombs filled the cylinder to the brim.
I checked the markings.
[1,250ml]
Whoa.
Insane.
I figured it was over a liter, but 1.2 liters?
I punched it into the calculator.
12,000 won per ml.
1,250 x 12,000 = 15,000,000.
Fifteen million won.
Just for one fuck after lunch.
The price of a mid-size car.
Never have to worry about money again.
“Oh my, son. You’re incredible.”
Mom picked up her clothes and got dressed, marveling.
“I had no idea my boy was this virile...”
“Right? I told you! Oppa’s the best!”
Ye-na chimed in from the side.
“I could feel it even while I was asleep. I dreamed of a flood!”
A flood, huh.
Spot on.
A semen flood.
Part of me wanted to go a few more rounds.
My dick was still raring to go.
But I held back.
Fucking them again after they’d passed out would be straight-up immoral.
Even a semen monster has to have some ethics.
“Gonna go wash up.”
I bolted to the bathroom.
Showered with cold water.
Needed to cool off.
Looked at myself in the mirror.
My eyes were alive.
Skin taut and glowing.
Far from being drained, I felt invigorated.
Is this the harmony of yin and yang?
If this were a wuxia world, I’d be a peak expert from the Wudang Sect.
Finished showering and headed to the living room.
Hair still damp.
Toweled it roughly and plopped on the sofa.
Mom and Ye-na were already cleaned up from the master bath.
Mom in a light slip.
Ye-na in a baggy t-shirt and panties.
Comfortable outfits.
Still looked sexy as hell.
Bodies that had just taken my dick.
Mom brought coffee.
Aromatic Americano.
“Here, drink up. Heh, you earned it.”
“Thanks.”
Mom sat across from me.
Crossed her legs.
Her thighs peeked out from the slip.
“My son’s a real Royal Jelly, huh?”
Mom’s expression.
Pride and joy mixed together.
A mom proud of her son’s stamina.
Is this what maternal love looks like here?
“Yeah... Something like that.”
“So, what’s the plan from here?”
Mom asked seriously.
Career counseling.
“Thinking I’ll stick with school just till the end of this semester. No real reason to keep going.”
“Exactly. Total waste of time.”
“After that, maybe contact Daemul Corporation. Got a scout offer already.”
Daemul Corporation.
The name alone changed Mom’s expression.
Pure delight.
Like hearing her son passed the bar exam.
“Oh! Daemul Corporation? They scouted you?”
“Yeah. Team Leader Kim Mi-so... Even gave me her card.”
“Goodness! Kim Mi-so’s a big name in the industry!”
Mom clapped her hands.
“That’s my boy. Big corp comes knocking.”
Proud of her son joining a big company.
Or proud he’ll be supplying semen to one.
Probably both.
“Guess I’ll have some free time till then. Barely going to school anyway.”
“Right? Might as well relax and stock up on semen.”
“In that case...”
Mom leaned forward.
A secretive whisper.
“Want Mom to hook you up with a job?”
“A job?”
Sudden job talk.
What could it be?
Knowing I’m Royal Jelly, it’s gotta be no ordinary gig.
Something naughty?
High-paying part-time?
Gulp.
I swallowed hard.
“Remember those high-society ladies’ gatherings I mentioned before?”
Ladies?
Oh, right.
Something about pure jelly or whatever.
I’d wondered how she knew about it back then.
“Yeah. Private meeting or something.”
“Yep. I work in management, right? That’s where I heard about it...”
“...Huh?”
Hold up.
“First I’m hearing where you work.”
Mom in management?
Thought she was just a regular office worker.
“Oh, didn’t I mention? I’m a section chief at S-Entertainment.”
“......”
S-Entertainment.
One of the big three semen entertainment agencies in the country.
Manages Royal Jellies, shoots photoshoots, books events.
Mom was a section chief there?
Explains why she knows so much about Royal Jelly.
Surrounded by that world every day.
Her job, her info network.
Mom’s more capable than I thought.
“So, what’s the job?”
“Wanna meet some of those ladies?”
Fuck.
Ladies this, ladies that.
An actual gig meeting rich wives.
“The ladies? Like, real high-society ones?”
“Yeah. Not quite as elite as you’re imagining, though.”
Mom.
What do you think my idea of elite is?
Chaebol matriarchs?
First lady?
“Just wives of mid-tier execs... Or congressmen’s wives...”
“A congressman’s wife isn’t elite?”
“Heh. Son, this world has its own hierarchy.”
Mom smiled meaningfully.
Scary.
The world of ladies.
How do they rank?
“So, what would I do? Chit-chat?”
“Pfft, as if. Anyone could do that. Heh.”
Mom’s eyes flicked to my crotch.
Obvious stare.
Figured it was something like that.
Fuck-for-pay.
“It’s a private gathering of like-minded people. Just join in and have some fun. Sound good?”
“...No strings attached?”
“Huh? What strings?”
“Like... piss off a lady and get revenge later... Or husbands finding out...”
Watched too many dramas.
Imagining getting dragged off by gangster brothers after a caught-in-the-act affair.
But Mom waved it off.
“Don’t worry. Nothing like that ever happens.”
“Really?”
“Husbands love it. They even see you off with encouragement.”
Couldn’t wrap my head around it.
Seeing your wife off to roll in the hay with another guy?
NTR fetish?
But Mom’s explanation made sense.
“The semen from there? The ladies take it home.”
Ah.
Oh.
Got it.
Ladies earning semen with their bodies.
And semen’s money.
From the husband’s view, wife’s not spending on shopping—she’s bringing home cash.
A ton of it.
So of course they’d cheer her on.
Capitalism’s twisted marriage dynamic.
“What about me? Do I get paid separately?”
“Of course. Participation fee, plus fat tips. Best part? Networking.”
Networking.
Tempting.
Make money, build connections, get laid.
Win-win-win.
“They usually invite dozens of guys. Match the pay. But my son... Could handle it solo, right?”
Mom winked.
Dozens, huh...
Sigh...
Good grief.
Normally they bring a horde for quantity.
But I’m one-man army.
One-man thousand.
“Pay too low? I could handle dozens solo...”
“That’s why I’m thinking of scaling it up. To suit my son.”
Mom grinned suspiciously.
Mouth practically to her ears.
What...?
This naked feeling?
Unsettling...
“It’s really fine, right?”
“Of course~ Just put on a fountain show for the ladies.”
“I see... Fountain show.”
...
Wait.
What?
Fuck.
Now it’s a full-on semen fountain show in front of the ladies.
Mom...
Is that really it?