Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: The Calm Before the Storm
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The glow from the monitor lit up the dark room.
I kept scrolling the mouse wheel.
I needed to uncover the origins of this insane world.
Why the hell had semen become currency?
I was dying to know the root cause.
[Search: Origin of Semen as Currency]
One document caught my eye.
The Starting Point of the Modern Bio-Economy: The 1976 ‘Life Water’ Project.
The contents were shocking.
About fifty years ago, in the United States.
A madcap scientist discovered an unknown compound in semen.
It regenerated skin, prevented aging, boosted immunity.
Even suppressed cancer cells.
The research concluded that semen contained what amounted to a miracle cure-all.
"Crazy... Semen is a panacea?"
A hollow laugh escaped me.
By the common sense I knew, it was just a lump of protein.
But this world was different.
After that discovery, the entire world plunged into a "semen scramble."
Cosmetics, pharmaceuticals, nutritional supplements.
The foundation of every industry shifted from oil to semen.
With demand exploding, its value had no choice but to skyrocket.
Here was why semen's value never dropped.
As long as humans aged and fell ill, semen would always be needed.
Honestly, slapped on some S-Cream and my acne vanished. Only problem is the price.
Grandma got a semen shot and her arthritis cleared up. Perfect filial piety gift.
They say drinking has the best absorption rate—is it true?
Idiot, you have to process it first to make medicine. Eat it raw and you're just a gay bastard.
Why say it like that?
Reading the comments made my stomach churn.
Urk. Semen injections?
They smeared it on, injected it, swallowed it.
That sticky fluid coming out of my own body.
Imagining it felt strange.
Dirty on one hand, like nectar on the other.
I scrolled further down.
An article on recent trends popped up.
Daemul Corporation Launches New Product ‘Pure Mist’—Sold-Out Frenzy.
Daemul Corporation, the nation's top bio firm, has released the spray semen cosmetic ‘Pure Mist,’ which has become a must-have among Gangnam housewives. Despite the steep price of 60,000 won per spray (about 5ml)...
"A spray... cosmetic?"
I looked at the article photo.
It was shaped like a luxury perfume bottle.
Just spray that, and semen turns into a cosmetic?
This wasn't like mixing chocolate milk.
They collected semen, sprayed this on it, and it became a cosmetic?
At 12,000 won per ml of semen, one application cost over 30,000 won.
The rich's spending knew no bounds.
But something was off.
Other tech like smartphones and cars was similar to my old world.
Only semen-related technology had advanced abnormally.
Semen extractors, preservation containers, processing methods.
It was as if all of humanity's genius had focused solely on "how can we use semen better?"
Grotesque.
But a godsend for me.
"Haa..."
I leaned back against the chair.
My head throbbed.
Info overload.
Glancing out the window, the sun had already set.
Fatigue crashed over me.
No wonder—I'd unloaded twice today.
Combined, nearly 1 liter.
For a normal guy, that was a lifetime's worth in one day.
My body felt languid, naturally.
I threw myself onto the bed.
The fluffy blanket felt great.
I stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Convenience store clerk..."
The scene from earlier replayed.
Offering a handjob to a total stranger of a male customer.
Her eyes rolling back at the sight of my semen, scraping it off the floor.
This world was open about sex.
No—open wasn't enough.
Sexual acts were seen as part of "economic activity."
They bought and sold sex like groceries at a convenience store.
Which meant...
"Sex... should be easy too, right?"
I bolted upright.
Virgin.
My purity, guarded for 23 years—no, forcibly preserved.
I'd dated women before, but never gone all the way.
I always bolted when it risked exposing my monstrous loads.
But here, no need to run.
It'd be welcomed.
If handjobs came that easy, how different could sex be?
My heart pounded.
Blood rushed downstairs again.
Fatigue vanished.
"Sleep first... head out tonight."
Too early now.
Had to wait for night.
Night was the time of desire.
I forced my eyes shut.
In my dream, I swam in a pool of semen with gorgeous women.
"Ugh..."
Damn it.
If not for that last bit of drowning in semen, it would've been a perfect dream.
I opened my eyes.
The room was pitch black.
Phone said 8 p.m.
Perfect timing.
My body felt much lighter.
Youth was a blessing.
Blasted that much out, slept a few hours, and recovered.
No—energy surged through me.
I showered and picked clothes.
Normally I'd throw on anything, but not tonight.
Purpose: sex.
I pulled out my cleanest shirt and slacks.
Mirror check: not bad.
Average-looking, but with a hint of confidence.
Thanks to the fat bank balance in my pocket, maybe.
I stepped out the front door.
Heading out three times in one day?
A miracle for a shut-in like me.
Proof of how vital sex was here.
The night streets dazzled.
Neons flashed, crowds buzzed with energy.
But one problem.
"After cumming... how to handle it?"
My steps slowed.
I hadn't solved the crucial issue.
My loads: 400-500 ml.
Regular condoms would burst.
Creampie?
She might drown or her belly could rupture.
Just on the floor?
Ruins the mood.
Might soak the sheets too.
Needed a plan.
Then I spotted the sign from earlier.
Secret Garden
Yeah, a specialty shop might have something.
I stepped inside without hesitation.
"Welcome~ Oh?"
It was that manager lady from before.
Her eyes went wide the second she saw me.
No wonder—the psycho who bought a 1L canister wasn't forgettable.
"Back already? Canister not enough?"
"Ah, no. Not that..."
Her gaze turned oddly sticky.
VIP customer eyes.
"Looking for condoms."
"Oh~ Going for the real thing?"
She grinned mischievously.
My face burned.
"Yeah. Uh... biggest and sturdiest you've got."
"Hmm... If that canister purchase wasn't just for show..."
She scanned the shelves and pulled a black box.
"This is the ‘Giant S-Condom.’ Special latex for great stretch, with a 50ml auxiliary pouch at the tip."
50ml.
That damn 50ml again.
Not even a tenth of my load.
"Got anything bigger? Like 500ml capacity."
"Sir... No condom like that exists. That'd be a balloon."
The manager stated firmly.
As expected.
No matter how advanced the tech, physics had limits.
"Then... gimme these. A few packs."
"One box okay?"
"Make it two."
Couldn't finish in one go anyway.
Cum, swap, cum, swap.
A hassle, but no choice.
Paid up and left.
Black bag in hand.
Reassuring heft.
Weapons secured.
Just hit the battlefield now.
But...
"......"
I stood blankly in the middle of the street.
Couples passed by, brushing shoulders.
Arms linked, gazing and smiling at each other.
Reality slammed me hard.
"But... with who?"
Fatal oversight.
Tools acquired, no target.
I was a total noob.
Lifelong solo virgin—never been in a warm hole since birth.
Money richer, semen pricier—didn't mean girls dropped from the sky.
Hit on someone?
"Excuse me, my semen's 12,000 won a ml—wanna go?"
Crazy label and cop station bound.
Red-light district?
Kinda scary.
And doubtful they'd handle my volume.
Self-pity flooded in.
What good was money?
If I didn't know how to spend it.
Standing there with two condom boxes looked pathetic.
Just head home, use an onahole?
Cleaner, less hassle.
As I turned to go...
A face flashed in my mind.
"Ah."
This morning.
Convenience store.
Ponytail, tight uniform vest.
Eyes wide at my cock.
Then on all fours, scraping semen off the floor.
She knew my "value."
Had witnessed my "volume" firsthand.
And above all... she loved money.
"Cute, too."
Her face was right up my alley.
Slightly prickly cat vibe.
Her handjob touch wasn't half bad.
No—honestly, insanely hot.
She might say yes if I asked.
She'd already tasted my semen.
My heart raced again.
Destination locked.
I started walking.
To that convenience store from morning.
Ding-a-ling.
"Welcome~"
Familiar voice.
There she was at the counter.
Ten hours since morning, still on shift?
One difference: her face was way brighter.
Probably cashed in my tip for a fat profit.
Deep breath, approached the counter.
She looked up.
Our eyes met.
One second, two.
Her pupils dilated.
Pupil quake.
"Uh...?"
She shot to her feet.
Chair nearly toppled.
"O-op... Boss?!"
Her voice pitched up.
Mix of delight and fluster.
Checked no customers around, dashed out from behind the counter.
"You came? Again? Oh my god!"
Her gaze slid from my face downward naturally.
Over my pants, locked on the black bag in my hand.
Her eyes sparkled.
Sharp as a tack.
Instantly clocked what the bag meant.
"Ah, hi."
"Yes! Welcome, Boss! Made it home safe this morning?"
Attitude flipped 180.
Morning, treated me like a broke bum—now, like a tycoon.
She lightly grabbed my arm.
Soft give pressed against it.
"I... was waiting for you. Kinda hoped you'd come back."
"Really?"
"Totally! That morning tip... insane. Made almost a month's part-time pay today."
She beamed.
That innocent grin at money talk.
Materialistic, but not off-putting.
Her honesty was kinda cute.
I mustered courage.
Tightened grip on the bag.
"Um... when's your shift end?"
"Huh?"
"After... you free...?"
I trailed off.
Heart felt like bursting.
What if she turns me down?
Just sees me as a customer? Am I reading too much?
She stared straight at me.
Glanced at the condom bag again.
A knowing smile curved her lips.
"I... could call the boss right now, get a sub."
"......!"
"Wanna go now? Oppa?"
She winked.
Jackpot.
Success.
Tonight, I become a man.