Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: S-Grade Steps Out
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“Let go! Fuck, let me go! I did it! Thirty milliliters came out!”
Daemul Corporation's first-floor lobby.
A man's voice echoed through the space.
Two security guards had grabbed him by both arms and were dragging him away.
His pants were halfway down as he kicked and thrashed.
“I definitely passed! The machine's broken! Measure it again! Measure it again, damn it!”
He screamed curses.
Spit flew from his mouth.
But the people passing through the lobby didn't even glance his way.
They just checked their smartphones or sipped coffee, walking by indifferently.
It was already the tenth scene like this they'd seen today.
The first day of the ranking system.
The failed applicants were raising hell.
Tsk tsk. Pathetic, so pathetic.
Thirty milliliters.
Was that really so hard?
I pulled out my wallet.
Inside was a fresh, hot card.
I took it out and held it up to the light.
It gleamed.
The hologram shimmered brilliantly.
[National Certified Royal Jelly Registration]
[Name: Jeong Do-hun]
[Rank: S (Special)]
Heh heh...
A laugh slipped out.
S-Grade.
I'd just finished re-registering and was on my way out.
Memories from the examination room flooded back.
Unfortunately, Chief Examiner Kim Mi-so was off, so I couldn't see her.
Another examiner came in instead.
A stern-looking woman with glasses.
At first, her eyes were full of suspicion.
Is it really premium grade?
Isn't this a machine error?
But.
The moment I pulled out my dick, her expression changed.
And when she saw the hundreds of milliliters I unleashed, she nearly fainted.
Her mouth hung open as she alternated between the gauge and my cock.
Priceless.
Her pussy... well, it was decent enough.
Not as good as Kim Mi-so's, but the tightness was nice.
She had great service spirit, too.
And as I was leaving after the exam, she grabbed my pant leg and handed me her business card.
Contact me personally. Please.
Heh heh.
Skill really is king.
I slipped the card back into my wallet.
Carefully.
This one card changed everything.
A house provided.
A car provided.
A pension of thirty million won deposited regularly.
I glanced toward the elevators.
Employees were gathered in small groups, whispering.
I perked up my ears.
“Hey, did you hear? Half the re-evaluators failed.”
“Seriously? Half?”
“Yeah. Tons fell short on density. Even the nation didn't expect this many dry wells.”
“Whoa... so real Royal Jellies are gonna be even rarer now?”
“Obviously. Even B-Grade will be a luxury soon.”
The employees clicked their tongues.
The downfall of the dry-well Jellies.
Fakes who'd popped pills to boost volume artificially.
Once they were weeded out, the true producers' value would skyrocket.
And then.
The true of the true.
S-Grade me?
No need to say it.
National treasure level.
My shoulders squared naturally.
Stepping out of the lobby felt like walking on clouds.
I pushed through the revolving door.
Fresh air.
Well, exhaust fumes, but today they felt refreshing.
I headed to the taxi stand.
No car yet.
Next week, a two-billion-won sedan was coming, but until then, taxis it was.
Think of it as my last taste of commoner life before the chauffeured ride.
I hailed a cab.
“Sir, XX-dong, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
The taxi pulled away.
I looked out the window.
The roadside was packed with people.
Holding signs, wearing headbands.
Megaphones blared.
“Abolish the ranking system! Protect Royal Jelly human rights!”
“Wake up, government! The standards are too high!”
Ah.
That must be it.
The anti-ranking protests.
Idiots.
I snorted.
If they wanted to protest, they should've done it before the law passed.
From what I heard, it went through last year.
They spaced out thinking, No way they'll actually do it.
Now that it's real, they're scrambling like their feet are on fire.
Lazy bastards.
Lazy in their cum output, lazy in action.
The driver tsked at the protesters through the rearview.
“Jeez, these protests. How long are they gonna drag on? Just blocking traffic.”
“Yeah. Too little, too late. Should've spoken up sooner.”
I chimed in.
The driver got animated.
“Right? They've been given every benefit. Should be grateful instead of biting the hand. Bellies full of greed.”
“Exactly. No talent, get weeded out. That's nature's law.”
“Whoa, sir. You're young, but wide awake!”
The driver gave a thumbs-up.
We had a warm chat.
Of course, keeping secret that I was the fullest-bellied of them all.
Moments later.
The taxi stopped.
Near my place, the shopping district.
In front of the convenience store.
I paid and got out.
Ding-a-ling-.
A cheerful bell rang.
The woman at the counter looked up.
Ponytail.
Tight uniform vest.
Han Seol-ah.
My first girl.
And...
My first exclusive collector.
“Welcome... Huh? Oppa!”
Seol-ah jumped up the moment she saw me.
She charged over like she might vault the counter.
She threw herself into my arms.
“I missed you!”
“Ugh, my Seol-ah. Working hard?”
I stroked her hair.
Like a puppy.
Turns out she was full of affection.
I thought she was all about the money, but she's got heart.
“Oppa, how'd the exam go?”
Seol-ah looked up with sparkling eyes.
I pulled the card from my wallet.
The S-Grade card.
I dangled it in front of her.
“Ta-da.”
“No way...!”
Seol-ah covered her mouth.
“S... S-Grade? For real? Amazing!”
“What'd you expect? Who am I?”
“Whoa... Oppa is the best...”
Seol-ah took the card and examined it from every angle.
So fascinating, huh.
Well, even I thought so.
“And this, too.”
I handed her an envelope.
Papers from Daemul Corporation.
[Exclusive Collector Registration Confirmation]
[Name: Han Seol-ah]
Seol-ah opened the envelope.
Pulled out the paper and read it down.
“Th-this...”
“Head to Daemul after your shift. Get your certification.”
“Gasp!”
Seol-ah looked up at me.
Tears welled in her eyes.
“For real... you registered me for real?”
“When have I ever lied?”
I had hesitated a bit, actually.
Kim Mi-so had said:
The first collector is always assigned a virgin.
But there was an exception clause.
However, if the producer specifies someone, virginity is irrelevant. They retain virgin priority for future assignments.
In other words.
Registering Seol-ah first still let me get a virgin later.
No reason to hesitate.
Seol-ah was my benefactor.
She'd taken my virginity.
And first recognized my cum's value.
And above all.
The sex was killer.
Murder pussy.
Legendary.
Letting a girl like that go would be stupid.
Chatting with her, I learned she'd never fully given up on being a collector.
She'd been job hunting steadily.
But...
The rumor of her “murder pussy” was all over the industry.
The girl who'd killed her previous partner with exhaustion.
No one dared hire her out of fear.
So she'd scraped by with part-time gigs at convenience stores, burger joints, cafes.
Family was poor; she'd helped with living expenses.
Thinking back, even when she “stole” my cum, she never splurged.
I extended a hand to her.
Savior.
Not a prince on a white horse, but a cum-shooting prince.
“Thank you, Oppa! Sniff... I'll work so hard! I'll serve you till my bones break!”
Seol-ah burst into tears.
Buried her face in my chest and sobbed.
Adorable.
I patted her back.
“There there. Service... is great, you know that, right?”
“Huh?”
Seol-ah wiped her tears and looked up.
“The condition.”
“Oh! Of course! Sweet like lovers!”
Seol-ah nodded vigorously.
My condition.
Simple.
Live together.
Act like lovers.
No on-site payments with other men.
Once she's a collector, I'd cover her living expenses anyway.
Salary?
From me.
Government subsidies too, but I'd give pocket money separately.
In return, be mine exclusively.
Honestly.
Marriage for love in this world?
Tough.
Average marriage age is forties, women go crazy over cum.
Pure love? Hard to expect.
So.
Money binds tightest.
A girlfriend who's obedient, cute, great in bed.
Bears my kids later? Perfect.
Ye-na was a candidate too, actually.
But I checked.
Incest sex legal, incest marriage illegal.
What a contradictory world.
Sex okay, marriage not.
Genetic issues?
Don't know, but it worked for me.
Added that forbidden thrill.
Can fuck, but can't marry.
Heh.
Manga material right there.
Title: Can't Marry My Little Sister! So Creampie Only! or something.
“You'll keep the part-time?”
“Mm... till end of the month? Boss took good care of me.”
Seol-ah stroked the counter.
“After meeting Oppa, no on-site payments, and he just let me sit at the counter.”
Good.
One thing I'd asked: no on-site payments.
Felt like NTR otherwise. Hated it.
Fine if it's me, but my girl? No.
Hypocrite?
Yeah.
All guys are.
“Smart choice. Loyal. Oh, moving day next week, clear one day.”
“Hee hee. Got it! Living with Oppa... like a dream.”
Seol-ah twisted her body shyly.
Face flushed.
Obvious what she was imagining.
Hot parties every night.
Morning sex daily.
Cum-stuffed days.
I was excited too.
“Back to work. Text later.”
“Yes! Love you, Oppa!”
Seol-ah blew a kiss.
Mwah.
I left the store.
Feeling great.
Seol-ah's energy made me feel healthy and happy.
Head home like this?
Checked my watch.
2 PM.
Plenty of time.
Bored alone at home.
Wanna do something outside first.
Specifically...
Fuck.
One's not enough.
Seol-ah's working.
Where to?
SemenFree?
Too awkward after last time's rampage.
Then.
Bzzz. Bzzz-.
Phone buzzed in my pocket.
[Ye-na]
Little sis.
Perfect timing.
“Hey, Ye-na.”
I answered.
But.
Oppa! I think I messed up...
Her voice was off.
“...?”
Messed up?
What?
Car accident?
Fight?
“Messed up? What happened? You hurt?”
No... body's fine...
Then what the hell?
I transferred, right? To management major.
“Yeah.”
Royal Jelly families can't be collectors.
So Ye-na switched from collector training to management.
For her big bro.
Sweet kid.
“So?”
Today's first class. On Royal Jelly body care and mental support.
“Yeah.”
With the new ranking system, prof explained ranks... You're obviously S-Grade, right?
“Yeah, got it today.”
But I... muttered to myself during class. “My oppas is S...”
“......”
Uh.
So.
Little sis muttered in class.
My oppa cums buckets, super thick too...?
“So? Why's that messing up? Just bragging?”
The girl next to me heard and yelled...
Ye-na's voice shrank.
“What?! Your oppa's S-Grade?!”
Ah.
I could picture it.
Quiet lecture hall.
Sudden shout.
All eyes on her.
Spread like wildfire... Prof called me up.
“Prof did?”
Yeah. Said expected S-Grades nationwide under twenty.
Twenty.
More than I thought.
That many guys pumping 100ml concentrated daily?
Gotta step up.
So... asked if I could invite you sometime.
“Invite?”
Yeah. Guest lecture.
“...Guest lecture?”
On management techniques... practical tips. One-day class possible?
I blanked.
Me?
At Hwick University?
Lecturing?
That elite women's college?
Prof begged... good honorarium... fine to say no if busy...
Ye-na sounded guilty.
Like she'd sold me out.
But.
My lips twitched.
Busy?
Nah.
Insanely free.
Was heading to a handjob joint, actually.
And a Hwick lecture?
Money can't buy that.
Preach my dick philosophy to hundreds of college girls.
And...
Practical demo, right?
No hands-on, no fun.
“Ye-na.”
Y-yeah?
“Free this afternoon?”
Afternoon? That soon?
“Yeah. Got time now.”
Really? Awesome! Our dept has rotating profs. They handle full day. Come now, can do it right away!
Right away.
Best news ever.
Love you, sis.
Not just physically.
Mentally too now.
You're my lucky charm.
Hitting every wish.
“On my way.”
Really?! Got it! Telling prof! Hurry!
Click.
Call ended.
Heart pounding.
Hwick University.
Royal Jelly partner training ground.
I'm going.
Hailed a taxi.
“Sir! Hwick University! Fast!”
“Hwick? That's women's college...”
“I'm prof today.”
“...Pardon?”
Driver eyed me weird in the mirror.
Like a lunatic.
Didn't care.
Today, I become an educator.
True education.
Spreading dick gospel.
My cock stirred in my pants, excited.
- Lecture lecture.
Yeah.
Time to lecture.
Wait up, Hwick girls.