Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Semen is Almighty
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‘...Fuck, I really went and did it.’
Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
The scene unfolding before my eyes.
The party room was a total disaster zone.
The sofas were soaked white, losing their original color, and the floor made sticky squelching sounds with every step.
And sprawled atop it all, the women.
The badminton club seniors.
Like the aftermath of a typhoon.
A semen typhoon.
‘How the hell do I explain this?’
My mind was a whirlwind.
I didn’t have deep trust built up with these people yet.
Hell, I’d only just met some of them today.
Sure, it was the booze and the vibe that swept us away.
But the results were way too devastating.
What if they reported me?
‘Hello, police? There’s a monster here. It’s spraying semen like a fire hose from its dick.’
If a call like that came in?
Straight to the national forensics lab for me.
They might strap me to a dissection table and harvest my balls.
Prime research subject No. 1.
Anxiety gnawing at me, I sneaked a glance around.
But.
“Whoa...”
“Insane... for real...”
It wasn’t what I expected.
Their eyes.
No fear or disgust in them.
Instead, awe and wonder.
And greed.
“Do-hun... you really shoot a ton.”
The glasses senior murmured from where she’d collapsed in the corner.
‘...Phew, dodged a bullet.’
Relief washed over me.
No worries about reports or dissections, then.
In this world, semen was the more, the better for women.
The quantity was a blessing.
But.
‘Is my body really okay pumping out this much?’
I wondered about myself.
Even as a Royal Jelly producer.
This was seriously excessive.
Medically inexplicable.
Did I have a fourth-dimensional pocket in my balls?
Or was it carving semen out of my bones and flesh?
No way to know.
Well, it didn’t hurt.
If anything, I felt refreshed after unloading.
So, probably fine?
Anyway, no pain meant all good.
Still.
“...I’m gonna die.”
The tension melted away, and fatigue crashed in.
My legs were jelly.
Above all, my throat was parched.
A burning thirst.
Like stranded in the desert.
I staggered to the table.
Grabbed a bottled water.
Gulp. Gulp.
A 1.5-liter bottle.
Drained it in one go.
Tossed the crumpled plastic and cracked open another.
Gulp. Gulp.
Downed that too.
Nearly 3 liters, and the thirst wouldn’t quit.
Makes sense.
Look at the carnage I caused.
How much fluid did my body lose?
Semen alone had to be at least 3 liters.
Plus sweat.
Probably dropped 3kg in weight.
No need for diets anymore.
Sex diet.
Perfection.
‘Though I’ll be back to normal by tomorrow anyway.’
That was the real mystery.
Pump out like death today.
Wake up fine.
Hell, more energized.
Semen output felt even stronger.
Evolving dick.
Evolving balls.
Infinite refills.
My own body was a wonder.
That’s when.
“Do-hun, you okay?”
Yu-jin approached.
She was a mess too.
Hair tousled, body glistening.
But her face beamed.
“Yeah. Water’s helping. Feeling alive again.”
“Heehee. You worked hard. Seriously... the best.”
Yu-jin gave a thumbs-up.
She glanced around and said,
“We’ll handle cleanup. You rest, Do-hun.”
“Huh? But I made the mess...”
“Pfft, what’re you saying? We loved it. And...”
Yu-jin lowered her voice.
“The seniors want to take some home.”
Ah.
Got it.
Not cleaning. Harvesting.
Gleaning the fields.
“Yup yup~ Rest up, Do-hun~ The big sisters got this~”
Ji-su senior staggered to her feet.
White stains marred her massive breasts too.
“We’ll collect it all nice and clean... er, wipe it spotless.”
I heard that “collect,” senior.
Whatever, convenient for me.
I sank deep into the sofa.
The seniors bustled about.
Containers and pipettes from who-knows-where.
Even spatulas for scraping.
Pros.
Every drop from floor and sofa.
Not a bit wasted.
Moments later.
Cleanup mostly done.
Harvest piled on the table.
White liquid in bottles and tubs.
Easily over 2L.
“Whoa...”
My jaw dropped.
Some seniors passed out mid-sex without finishing.
Plus.
The tanning senior and Jang-yu senior.
Theirs were stored inside.
S-Save preserved.
Total around 3L.
Humanly possible?
Cows give 30kg milk a day.
I milked 3kg semen.
Per body weight, I win, right?
Time for an announcement.
“Hey.”
All eyes on me.
“I’ll give you 1L of that. Share it out.”
“...Huh?”
“For real?”
Seniors’ eyes went wide.
Incredulous looks.
1L was worth millions.
Twelve million won.
Just giving it away?
“Nah, don’t joke. Royal Jelly scraps are 10%...”
Ji-su senior eyed me suspiciously.
“...For real?”
“Yeah. Set aside 1L.”
...
.....
“Kyaaa!”
“Do-hun! Love you!”
“As expected of a Daemul guy—big heart too!”
Heh heh.
Yeah.
I’m a big-spender type.
Romantic dick thug Jeong Do-hun.
No regrets over a measly 1L.
After all this fun.
Harem experience.
1L?
Two loads at home refills it.
Roughly ten of them.
100ml each.
1.2 million won.
Big pocket money for college kids.
Covers today’s drinks and more.
Everyone grinning.
Me too, great mood.
This was win-win.
‘Won’t get this kind of fun again for a while.’
A touch of regret.
After dropping out, chances like this rare.
Mass co-ed orgy with college girls.
Dream time.
Unless another private hotel party like last time.
But those were madams—different vibe.
No fresh innocence.
College girls ruled.
Distribution done.
Impressive measuring with cups.
“Do-hun, get home safe!”
“See you next time!”
Saw me off with waves.
All eyeing my dick wistfully.
Next time?
We’ll see if my dick agrees.
As I exited, someone slipped a note in my hand.
The tanning senior.
“Text me. I’ll wait.”
She winked.
Oh.
Tanning senior.
The one with killer skills.
Creampie master.
Hip-grinding like a motor.
Pocketed it quick.
Prime save.
1-on-1 duel later.
Next morning.
“Mm...”
Stretched.
Crack.
Bones popping into place.
Refreshing.
Fucking refreshing.
After chugging booze like that.
Unloading like mad.
Hangover? Nope.
Fatigue? Gone.
Body light as a feather.
Recovery on monster level now, huh.
Lifted the blanket.
Yup.
Morning wood tent.
Sprang up full force.
“Morning? Healthy as ever today.”
Greeted it.
-Nod nod.
Seemed to nod back.
Just my imagination.
Got out of bed, drank some water.
Habitually booted the computer.
Checked internet news.
Gotta see what’s up in the world.
Main page.
Top headline.
Royal Jelly Association Protests Grade System, Waves of Withdraw Demands Spread
“...Fuck, what’s this now.”
Royal Jelly producers protesting?
Those precious bodies?
Sitting in the streets?
Didn’t compute.
All those perks—military exemption, pensions, polygamy allowed.
What more could they want?
“Spoiled bastards...”
Bellies full, now complaining.
What was this grade system about anyway?
Curious, clicked the article.
Government Strengthens Royal Jelly Quality Control... Sudden Introduction of 'Grade System'
Shift from single grade to detailed S, A, B, C four-tier system.
Failure to meet standards risks qualification revocation... Association strongly opposes.
Read on.
So...
Until now, over 30ml made you Royal Jelly.
Anyone scraping by qualified.
Now, tiers.
Two criteria.
Ejaculation volume and density.
Aha.
This nails the try-hards.
Pills to force volume.
Diluted density inevitable.
Watered-down semen.
Filtering them out.
No 120%? Revoked.
Hence protests.
Rice bowls shattering.
“...Doesn’t concern me.”
Snorted.
If I don’t pass, no one does.
I’m Premium Semen.
Density over 170%.
Volume?
Pfft.
30ml?
Kid’s play.
Scrolled further.
Lowest tier means top tier too.
Supreme grade.
S-rank.
Article vague.
Headed to Royal Jelly Association site.
Notices.
[New Grade System Details]
Clicked.
Table appeared.
C, B, A...
Top: S-Grade.
Checked conditions.
“Hah hah...”
Laugh burst out.
100ml for S-grade?
Three loads for 100ml?
I hit S with one casual shot.
Standards too low.
For me.
“Any perks?”
Tiers mean tiered benefits.
100ml easy for me, dream for others.
Anyone qualify?
Probably.
World’s big, freaks abound.
Semen hypersecretion syndrome exists.
How do I know?
Thought I had it, saw a doc.
Original world, clung to urologist sobbing.
‘Doc, too much semen. Am I sick?’
Doc chuckled.
‘Heh, kid. Hypersecretion’s over 10ml. You... maybe just remove ’em...’
‘Cut off my balls?’
Despair then.
Blessing now.
Found benefits section.
🏠 Housing: Daemul Construction 50-pyong apartment (fees included)
🚗 Vehicle: Luxury sedan worth 200M won + full maintenance
👥 Staff: 3 state-certified exclusive collectors (your choice)
💰 Pension: 30M won monthly (tax-free)
✨ Extras: Department store VIP, full medical free, etc.
“Holy shit...”
Jaw wouldn’t close.
Free house?
Car too?
Three collectors?
30M pension?
Even national heroes don’t get this.
Is this a country?
Hell yeah, it is.
Semen forever.
Heart pounded.
When does this start?
Checked date.
Next week.
Right around the corner.
“......”
World too damn generous.
This a dream?