Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Outstanding Brain (Dick)
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"Huff... huff..."
Ragged breaths battered my ears.
It was my own breathing.
My lungs felt like they were being torn apart.
My legs were trembling.
It was as if every drop of moisture had been drained from my body.
I was on the verge of total collapse.
I slowly turned my head.
Checked behind me.
"......"
I was speechless.
A vast hotel suite room.
A circular stage and sofas set up in the center.
It no longer looked like a luxurious social venue.
It was a disaster zone.
The women who had been wearing glamorous dresses—or had flung them off.
The elite wives known as the top 1% of Korea.
They were sprawled across the floor and sofas.
Over their bodies, their faces, and the surrounding floor.
White fluid pooled thickly everywhere.
A fishy, dense scent of night-blooming flowers dominated the entire room.
The air purifier was whirring furiously, but it wasn't enough.
"Ugh..."
"Haa... haa..."
Occasional groans echoed.
Sounds impossible to distinguish as pain or pleasure.
They were floundering in the semen I'd shot.
A literal 'semen swimming pool'.
'Just... how many loads did I blow?'
I couldn't remember.
Five? Ten?
No, probably more.
I'd just sprayed wherever.
Thrust into every hole in sight, blasted every face I saw.
I'd unleashed spinning vortex shots and even cast space-time slashes with my dick.
Rampaged like a madman.
'Am I... even human?'
It was getting to the point where I scared myself.
A normal guy would've been carted off with multiple organ failure by now.
Or his balls would've shriveled up into raisins.
But I was fine.
Just a bit winded, legs shaky—no threat to my life.
'Freak.'
I had to admit it.
I was a semen freak.
"Ugh... sticky."
I looked down at my body.
I was a mess too.
Sweat, semen, and the women's fluids all mixed into a gooey sludge.
My skin couldn't breathe.
I wanted to wash up ASAP.
Staggering to the shower in the corner of the room.
Fortunately, the bathroom was clean.
I turned on the faucet.
Whoosh—.
Cold water cascaded over my head.
My mind cleared up.
The sticky fluids sluiced off my body.
White foam swirling down the drain.
That's all money going to waste.
It pained me, but I wasn't scooping it up now.
Just let it all go.
Scrubbed every nook and cranny.
Now I could breathe.
Toweled off and glanced down.
Throb.
"......"
My dick.
This crazy bastard.
Still standing at attention.
Throb.
- Sex sex.
"Hey, you maniac."
I talked to my dick.
In response, it bobbed once more.
Throb.
Gave me chills.
Midway, I'd nearly collapsed and chugged ion drinks and chocolate bars like mad.
The wives fed them to me, barely keeping me going.
But this guy never tired.
Where did it get its energy?
Did it have its own power plant?
'Before I satisfy this thing... I'll probably technobreak first.'
I pondered seriously.
That urban legend about dying from jerking off.
Unsettling premonition that might be my cause of death.
I ignored it.
Better not touch it now.
Might go berserk again.
Filled the tub with warm water.
Soaked in.
Muscles loosening languidly.
Sleep crashing over me.
But I couldn't pass out here.
Needed to handle the aftermath.
Got myself together roughly and left the bathroom.
"......"
I froze.
People were there.
Men who hadn't been around before.
Three or four burly guys in crisp black suits bustling about.
Who were they?
The wives' bodyguards?
Or husbands?
Tension spiked.
Caught in the act of adultery?
Should I bolt?
But I relaxed when I saw what they held.
Cleaning tools.
That machine from Lee Ha-na sunbae's place.
The high-powered semen vacuum shaped like a laser gun.
And a large rubber squeegee for mopping up floor fluids.
'Ah, the cleaners...'
Professional cleanup crew.
Didn't know if the hotel hired them or the hosts did.
They cleaned with flashy technique.
Squeegeed the white pools, vacuumed them up.
Carefully moved the collapsed wives to sofas.
True pros.
Not batting an eye at the carnage.
One made eye contact with me.
...
What the hell was that look?
No idea.
'Anyway... what now...'
Worry hit late.
I'd lost control and gone wild.
Swept up in the mood, following my dick's orders.
But the results were brutal.
Liters of semen.
Women passed out from exhaustion—or unconscious.
Could this even be cleaned up?
I was mulling when someone approached.
"...Good work."
Familiar voice.
I turned.
It was Chae-yeon.
Number one in the hierarchy.
Cat-like beauty.
And the fountain show victim.
She wore a robe.
Hair wet, face flushed pale.
But her eyes were different.
No more of that corridor arrogance.
Poison gone.
Instead, a subtle languor... and respect?
Something like that.
"Ah, yeah... you too."
Awkward reply.
She'd been all informal and sassy earlier.
Proper education matters.
Disciplined with dick, now a meek lamb.
They say dick therapy beats financial therapy.
No old saying's wrong.
Well, not an old saying, but still.
Chae-yeon stood beside me.
She sighed.
"Never thought you'd take boosters to make this party. Sorry for underestimating you."
"...?"
Boosters?
What?
First I'd heard.
Reading my face, she smiled bitterly.
"No need to hide. Obvious at a glance. That amount... that many times..."
She patted my shoulder.
"Must've been hard deciding as a Royal Jelly... Thanks. Everyone got a once-in-a-lifetime experience."
What the hell was she saying?
Me on boosters?
But the vibe wasn't right to question.
Whatever it was, the misunderstanding worked in my favor.
Seemed like it'd blow over.
No need to say 'Nah, this is normal for me' and get labeled a monster.
"No, no. I got carried away too."
Humble response.
Looked around.
Cleaners nearly done.
A smile crept on her lips.
"Hehe, it's fine. They're always like that... Tonight they lucked out. Anyway..."
She trailed off.
Stared straight at me.
Unease flooded in.
Couldn't just let it slide, huh.
Why the pause.
The sheer semen volume?
Or plotting something against me?
Kidnap? Imprison? Blackmail?
Lock me in a basement, milk me forever as a semen cow... dick cow?
Every wild thought.
Cold sweat down my spine.
Chae-yeon spoke.
"No income for over a year ahead... Wanna work at my company in the meantime?"
"...Pardon?"
No income?
Me?
"My husband's the CEO of the top S-Condom supplier. Won't match Royal Jelly pay, but better than average office worker."
Wait.
Setting that aside.
Me with no income for a year?
What?
I could make over ten million a day without my promotion.
"Even if you're bad at the job, I'll guarantee employment till booster side effects wear off."
Ah.
Puzzle clicked.
Let me deduce.
My brilliant brain can handle it.
Keywords: booster, side effects, one year.
First. I blasted tons of semen, but she wasn't shocked.
Others panicked.
"How long you gonna keep cumming?"
But these women were stunned, yet believed it possible.
Meaning they knew a method.
Second. Booster.
Obvious from the name.
Drug exploding semen output temporarily.
Banned substance.
Third. Side effects and one-year span.
Puts it together.
'Booster makes semen erupt massively.'
'But side effect: no semen or ED for a year.'
My deduction.
Chae-yeon thinks I sacrificed a year's worth for this show.
Hence sorry, grateful, offering job.
How's that.
My outstanding brain.
Throb throb.
My dick agreed.
You get it, huh.
Didn't ask you though?
You ain't claiming my brain, right?
Thought to clear it up, but nah.
Too much hassle.
This misunderstanding protects me.
"I'm good. Appreciate the thought."
"Huh? But..."
"The one who invited me here is my mom. S-Enter's Director Jeong Na-yeon."
"Ah...!"
Chae-yeon startled.
"Oh, the director's son. Makes sense..."
"Got plenty saved up anyway. Time for a break. Rest up, recover."
Leisurely smile.
Rich man's grin.
She nodded.
Convinced.
"Got it. No worries if it's the director's son. But..."
She grabbed my arm.
Eye contact.
Strange tension.
"Not calling me noona like before?"
...
This woman really educated now?
Called her noona earlier, got called crazy.
Now sulks if I don't.
Women's hearts like reeds.
The female bent to dick.
"Haha, call me comfy if you go casual first, noona Chae-yeon."
She chuckled.
"Hehe, sure. You worked hard today. Here's my card. Call if trouble? Noona'll help."
Pulled a business card from her robe pocket.
Took it with both hands.
[One Drop Tech Director Min Chae-yeon]
Director, huh.
One Drop Tech...
Condom supplier, right?
Straightforward name.
'Not a single drop leaks'?
Trustworthy company name.
Hit her up if I need condoms later.
Wonder if they do extra-large custom.
"Well, head in, noona."
"Yeah. Take care."
Exchanged goodbyes, left the hotel room.
Legs wobbly, but not falling.
'Whew, blew hard today.'
Rewarding day.
Made money, connections, got a card.
Above all, added to my legend.
Gangnam wives all KO incident.
Gotta include in my 'Royal Jelly Jeong Do-hun Autobiography' later.
Inside the hotel room.
Cleaners bustling.
One man.
The youngest-looking newbie cleaner.
Hiding in a corner, making a sneaky call.
Glancing around, whispering.
"Hey, noona. It's me."
Thick voice from the receiver.
[Yeah, what. Aren't you working?]
"Right. But caught a jackpot."
[What?]
"Royal Jelly showed up today? This guy's no joke—turned it into a swimming pool solo."
Glanced back.
White fluid endless, even squeegeeing.
Clicked his tongue.
"Booster? Bull. I know this game. Boosters wrinkle the balls first. Pure real deal. 100% natural."
Rustle rustle.
Pretending to clear trash bags, continued.
"No, really! Saw it myself. Dick like a fire hose. Anyway, snapped his info. Sending it. We split if it works. Got it?"
[You sure? Kidnapping Royal Jelly's high risk.]
"Risk matches reward. Nab this one, life changed. Eat, play forever."
Call ended.
His eyes gleamed.
Greed.
Desire different from the wives' lust.
"Hoo. Lived easy as Royal Jelly? Time to learn the world's scary."
Fiddled with phone in pocket.
Screen showed photo of his profile sheet.
Snapped secretly at check-in.
"Let's see you... get squeezed dry."
Then.
"Hey! Newbie! Need cleaner here too, hurry up! What you doing!"
Senior-sounding guy yelled.
Newbie startled, shoved phone deep in pocket.
"Yes! Coming!"
Grabbed mop, ran.
Harboring other thoughts inside.
'Fuck. Succeed and quit. Done with this shitty semen cleaning gig.'
Jeong Do-hun.
Those three syllables burned into his mind.