Chapter 34

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 34

Chapter Title: Phallic Revelry

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Slosh. Slosh.

White liquid sucked into the transparent tube.

A special condom connected to the tip of my dick.

Semen flowed through the hose attached to its end.

The collection canister strapped to my thigh grew heavier in real time.

Heavier than I'd imagined.

"Huu..."

I let out a breath.

Finally, it stopped.

My dick quivered as it squeezed out the very last drop.

Beyond the glass window, Chae-yeon unnie grabbed the mic from the control room.

It was over.

A long, drawn-out test.

Jay.

She clung to my thigh, trembling uncontrollably.

Her glasses were so fogged up she could barely see.

"Jay, you okay?"

"Huuu... My puhhh... The entrance is all swollen up..."

She sniffled pitifully.

Well, can you blame her?

No insertion, but just from the friction, I'd unloaded six times.

Her narrow thighs and outer lips had been rubbed raw without mercy.

The frictional heat was insane.

Toward the end, it was so scorching I worried she'd get burned.

I glanced between her slightly parted legs.

Her outer labia were bright red and ripe.

Swollen, plump flesh.

Love juices and sweat mingled, making it glisten.

More than guilt...

I was aroused.

Sumata.

Thigh sex.

Was this that good?

The pressure of thick, plump thigh meat enveloping and squeezing my dick.

A different appeal from plunging into pussy.

And Jay's reactions were pure gold.

Every grind brought an "Eek!" or "Hng!" as she collapsed in ecstasy.

Collapsed?

Yeah, from dick.

Feels like I've awakened to a new kink.

'Gotta ask for seconds later.'

I could always make excuses to drop by.

Jay staggered away.

I hurriedly gathered my clothes and dressed.

Stripped off the skintight suit and changed back into what I'd arrived in.

Detached the collection canister from my thigh.

This was all money.

I stepped out of the lab.

Chae-yeon unnie was waiting.

Her eyes sparkled.

"Unnie, thank you so much. What a great experience."

"Thanks? More samples for me—I'm the grateful one."

Chae-yeon wore an entranced expression.

"Hehe, you're a true research subject."

"...If it's hands-on research from you, I'm all in."

Chae-yeon unnie smirked.

She didn't seem displeased.

"Smooth talker. Here, take this."

She handed me a shopping bag.

It was heavy.

"Samples. Still prototypes, but they'll match today's efficiency."

Inside were stacks of black boxes.

[S-Condom: Monster Ver. (Prototype)]

Monster version.

Loved the name.

Made my dick feel like a beast—proud.

"Thanks. I'll put 'em to good use."

"Good. Give me a full review. Heading out? I'll drive you."

She jingled her keys.

No reason to say no.

We headed to the underground parking.

Her ride was a red sports car.

Porsche.

Symbol of a successful woman.

I slid into the passenger seat.

The leather smelled divine.

Engine purred to life, and the car glided out smoothly.

Gangnam's nightscape blurred past the window.

A sealed space.

Just the two of us.

A charged tension hung in the air.

Chae-yeon unnie's hand—still on the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wheel—brushed my thigh.

"Do-hun."

"Yeah?"

"Back in the lab... with Jay."

She glanced at me during a red light.

Her gaze was viscous.

"Got me pretty worked up."

"..."

Her hand delved into my inner thigh.

Rubbing over my zipper.

"Still... any left?"

A teasing question.

My answer was predetermined.

I'm Royal Jelly, after all.

"Of course."

I grinned.

Chae-yeon unnie wrenched the wheel.

A quiet alley.

Car halted.

Seats reclined back.

Cramped interior.

Ragged breaths.

And a rocking chassis.

The trip home took far longer than expected.

But it wasn't dull.

The next morning.

I opened my eyes.

Refreshed.

Despite unloading so much yesterday, no fatigue.

If anything, I brimmed with vitality.

Eyeballed the condom box on my bedside table.

Solid.

Now I could target girls without S-Save.

Felt like I'd scored an invincible item.

While eating breakfast, I powered up my phone.

A sudden curiosity hit.

A word Seol-ah had dropped casually before.

'Semen Receiver'.

I'd brushed it off then, but now it struck me as odd.

A job where you get paid to milk semen?

On the surface, wasn't that just prostitution?

A fancy wrapper for whore?

I opened the search bar.

Typed it in.

[Semen Receiver]

"...?"

I couldn't believe my eyes.

50:1 ratio?

#1 dream job?

For whores?

Wait, do even whores have to pass exams?

I scrolled down for more details.

And uncovered the shocking truth.

This world's laws.

"Gasp..."

Prostitution was illegal.

A major crime, no less.

Illegal back home too, sure—but usually fines or suspended sentences.

Here? Minimum five years hard time.

On par with robbery or manslaughter.

The reason was straightforward.

Semen was "currency" and a "national resource."

Unauthorized collection and circulation was treated like counterfeiting bills or smuggling gold bars.

Disrupting the national economy.

Hence the draconian penalties.

But there was an exception.

There it was.

The license.

With that cert, you could legally get paid for sex.

Licensed hooker.

State-certified sex therapist.

No wonder the competition was cutthroat.

Snag the license, rake in legal big bucks.

Taxes paid, full insurance coverage.

A legitimate profession.

"Wow... What a mad world."

I stuck out my tongue.

Even paid pussy needed credentials.

But irrelevant to me.

No need to shell out for a Semen Receiver.

Why bother when free pussy was lining up?

My contacts alone proved it.

Ha-na sunbae, Seol-ah, Yu-jin, Chae-yeon unnie...

Even family.

Untouched pussy still piled high.

Priority: conquer the freebies.

Economically and ethically sound.

Anyway.

School day today.

Planning to drop out soon, but still a student for now.

Time to savor these final school days.

College pussy wasn't an everyday thing.

The romance of campus life.

Classroom sex, obviously.

Finished prepping and headed out.

Grabbed a cab.

Back seat, gazed out the window.

Luxury sedans cruising by.

Mercedes, BMWs, Porsches.

'Time to get my own ride.'

Royal Jelly tooling around in taxis?

Image problem.

Taxis were comfy, sure.

But zero swagger.

And with money, one thing I'd always wanted: a personal driver.

Kicking back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the rear: "Kim, let's roll."

Successful man's dream.

Stepping off the cab toward the main gate, I resolved.

'Car. Buying one.'

Done deal.

Over 100 mil in the bank.

Save a bit more, Rolls-Royce wasn't a pipe dream.

Nah, Rolls too much?

Mercedes would do nicely.

"Hardcore saving mode for now..."

Cash savings—not semen.

Though to earn cash, gotta sell semen, so yeah, intense nutting ahead.

"Saving?"

A voice piped up beside ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me.

Just off the taxi, strolling to the gate.

I startled and whipped around.

"Huh?"

It was Yu-jin.

Her bob swayed jauntily.

Extra zesty today.

Tennis skirt, sheer knit top.

Textbook college girl fit.

My old crush, but now...

Hmm.

Honestly, still into her.

She's cute.

And killer at head.

"Yu-jin, morning."

"Yeah! Morning, Do-hun~ Looking healthy today too!"

Her eyes drifted south naturally.

Then she beamed.

-Pitch tent?

Damn.

One look at Yu-jin and I was pitching.

Not a Pavlov dog or anything.

Yu-jin face = instant boner.

Equation locked in.

But no need to blush.

Praise was virtue here.

"Tell me about it. One look at you and I'm rigid."

I shot back slyly.

Yu-jin's cheeks flamed.

"...W-what?"

She blinked in fluster.

Even lines like that got her embarrassed.

What a world.

Back home, instant cop escort.

Here? 'Aww, he popped for me?' vibes.

Still, her blush showed lingering innocence.

That made it hotter.

Such lines rolling off naturally? Proof I'd adapted.

Brazen now.

Nah—bold.

"Can I hit you up again later?"

Tested waters.

That mouthfeel lingered.

"Sure! Anytime. Ah...!"

Yu-jin clapped as it hit her.

"Right! Club party's tonight—wanna come?"

"Huh? Why would I..."

Out of left field.

Badminton club bash, outsider?

A guy, even?

"Truth is... at the freebo service last time, the seniors..."

Yu-jin hemmed and hawed.

The backstory:

Freebo event.

My raging hard-on tent incident.

Seniors who'd witnessed couldn't forget.

'Who's the freshman packing that?'

'Hook me up.'

'Just one intro.'

Pressuring Yu-jin bit by bit.

Wow.

Dick fan club.

You were the star, dick.

Popularity's a hassle.

"Won't it be awkward? Other guy seniors too..."

I started to decline.

Club party meant dudes, right?

Crashing that for drinks? Nah.

Felt like energy drain.

But Yu-jin shook her head.

"Huh? Our club's all girls."

...Come again?

Female-only club?

Badminton?

Aren't sports clubs guy-heavy usually?

"Sports clubs are mostly girls from the jump. Guys gotta conserve stamina."

Yu-jin said it like it was obvious.

Ah.

That logic again.

Males: semen factories.

Exercise burns stamina.

Less stamina, less output.

Guys dodge workouts.

Stick to breathing exercises, preserve essence.

Girls? Build healthy bodies via sports.

Fit to milk harder.

Such morons.

Exercise boosts virility.

Squats make thunder thighs—for power pounding.

Basic shit.

That's why they live 3ml lives.

"...All girls, huh?"

My ears perked.

Female-heavy club party.

Sports team.

Flocking with toned college babes.

And the only guy? Me?

This was...

Drinks flow, buzz hits...

Who knows what happens.

Dick twitched at the thought.

"Cool if I tag along then? If it's okay."

"Yep! Seniors'll love it. I'll set it up."

Yu-jin grinned wide.

"See you tonight at XX Party Room!"

"Party room?"

"Yeah. Rented it for chill vibes."

Not a bar—party room.

Even better.

Sealed off.

Beds, karaoke setup.

Prime hunting ground.

"Gotcha. Later."

We parted after sealing the deal.

Light steps to class.

Hmm.

Looks like my dick's pulling overtime tonight.

Eel for lunch to prep?

7 p.m.

Outside the spot.

Glanced up at the sign.

Club party here?

Students loaded?

Not my business.

Hoo.

Heading in.

Opened the door.

Boom-bap. Boom-bap.

Pulsing music.

Flashy lights.

The vast hall was already deep in drinks.

Tables loaded with bottles and snacks.

And.

Girls.

Ten? Twenty?

Short shorts, tanks, leggings.

Sporty, skimpy fits befitting an athletics club.

Firm thighs and abs dazzled the eyes.

I stepped in—the music cut.

Every eye locked on me.

"..."

Silence.

Then.

"""He's here!"""

Oh, shit.

Those eyes...

No playing.

Pure predator stares.

Swallows audible.

Ki crushed.

But I couldn't fold now.

Straightened up.

Thrust hips to flaunt my semi bulge.

Greeted bold.

"Hello, seniors. Freshman Jeong Do-hun."

"Waaaaaa!!!"

Cheers exploded.

Applause filled the room.

"He's hot!"

"Dick's huge!"

"Over here! Sit!"

Beckoning everywhere.

Welcome.

Hearty welcome.

Yu-jin dashed over, hooked my arm.

"Do-hun! This way!"

Led me to the prime spot.

Biggest sofa.

Center seat.

King's throne.

Sat down.

Yu-jin on my left.

And right...

Someone plopped down heavy.

Imposing presence.

I turned.

"Hey? Saw you at service, right?"

Long straight hair, cat-like eyes.

And above all.

Overpowering rack.

Breasts propped on the table like watermelons.

The 'bosom senior' from freebo.

The tits I'd groped and marveled at.

Bigger up close.

Clothes fit to burst.

"Ji-su... senior?"

"Oh, remember my name? Kim Ji-su. Do-hun, yeah?"

She eye-smiled.

Booze wafted strong.

Tipsy already.

She leaned my way.

Massive tits crushed my arm.

Squish.

Wow.

"Ah, yeah. Nice to meet. Those tits back then... so soft."

Straight talk.

Praise dances whales, they say.

And here, sex compliments were peak courtesy.

Ji-su senior giggled wildly.

"Hehe, yeah? Used to flattery? Wanna feel more?"

Grabbed my hand.

Pulled it to her breast.

No hesitation.

Snatch.

Hand filled... overflowing bounty.

Soft and squishy, yet weighty heft.

Natural-born majesty.

"Well? Feels bigger than last time, right?"

She whispered hot in my ear.

"Been getting massages lately."

Massages?

Grope. Grope.

This massage?

Grope. Grope.

Fingers sank deep.

Meanwhile, Yu-jin stroked my thigh opposite.

Other seniors approached with glasses raised.

"C'mon, initiation shot! Down it!"

"Snacks too! Ahh~ feed me!"

Drinks poured in.

Snacks fed.

And skinship ramped up.

Is this paradise?

Phallic Revelry.

Kuh.

Tonight.

My dick won't get a break.