Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Education Education
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Knock knock.
I knocked on the door of the lab where Ye-na's supervising professor was, with Ye-na by my side.
"Come in."
A deep, resonant voice came from inside.
I opened the door and stepped in.
A middle-aged woman sat behind the desk.
Hmm...
An auntie type.
She looked just like your average neighborhood housewife.
Permed hair and horn-rimmed glasses.
The kind of face that'd haggle over bean sprouts at the market.
Still, better than a guy professor, right?
Though, duh.
This was Hwick University.
Where they train Royal Jelly partners.
A man as a professor?
Doesn't make sense.
Men can't teach stuff like vaginal movements.
Not unless it's some eunuch prof who's all theory and no practice.
The professor stood up and approached.
"Ye-na's told me all about you. I'm Lee Jeong-soon from the Management Department."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jeong Do-hun, Ye-na's oppa."
I extended my hand.
Handshake.
The professor took my hand.
Firm grip.
And then...
Wiggle wiggle.
...Huh?
Her fingers were tickling my palm.
Poking the center with her fingertips, scratching lightly.
Sexual harassment.
Ugh, fuck.
Her touch was so gross.
If it were a young, pretty girl, it'd be a treat.
But an auntie's touch? Total nightmare.
A chill ran down my spine, and I slipped my hand free.
The professor smacked her lips regretfully.
"Hehe, your hand's so big and warm. As expected of a Royal Jelly."
"Uh, yeah. Whatever..."
I brushed it off vaguely.
The professor pushed up her glasses and got to the point.
"First off, could I see your grade... your certification? I need to report it to the school."
Not suspicion.
Just procedure.
"Of course."
I pulled out my wallet.
The fresh-out-the-box new one I'd gotten today.
S-grade Royal Jelly card.
The hologram shimmered.
I held it out in front of her.
"...Gasp."
The professor sucked in a breath.
Her eyes went wide.
"To think I'd see the real thing..."
She took the card with trembling hands.
Examining it from every angle.
"S-grade... The grade with fewer than twenty holders in all of Korea..."
She looked at me again.
Her gaze had changed.
"I heard you'd be giving a lecture today."
I asked as I took the card back.
She jumped in surprise and bowed her head.
"Oh, about that... I'm truly sorry."
What?
Why the apology?
Did they cancel the lecture?
Anxiety hit me.
"What's wrong? Is it canceled?"
"No! Of course not!"
The professor waved her hands frantically.
"Actually, we were planning to have you as a one-day guest lecturer for our department's class..."
And?
Don't leave me hanging.
I'm getting dizzy here.
"But things snowballed more than expected... The rumors spread too fast..."
The professor looked troubled.
"Requests to observe poured in from other departments... So attendance might be a bit higher. Is that okay?"
Hmm.
So basically.
I was supposed to lecture in the Management Department classroom.
But now it's blown up?
"How much higher?"
"Well... Pretty much the entire student body is coming."
"..."
The entire school?
All of Hwick University?
Hundreds... Thousands?
"A lecture in front of almost the whole school...?"
"Yes... We've booked the main auditorium. Even the president is coming..."
The professor gauged my reaction.
"If it's too much, I'll do my best to scale it back. At least to just our department..."
Too much?
No.
Too much? Please.
This is an opportunity.
A chance to boost my fame.
And meet even more pussy.
I fought back a grin.
"Sounds good."
"You'll take the podium...? Pardon?"
The professor blinked.
She'd expected a refusal.
"No problem. Lecturing in front of the whole school? It's an honor. My duty as a Royal Jelly, right?"
"Ah...!"
The professor's face lit up with emotion.
"Thank you so much! As expected of an S-grade—the caliber is different!"
She bowed at a full ninety degrees.
Ye-na, standing blankly beside her, stared at me in shock.
I patted Ye-na's head.
"It's fine. Oppa’s S-grade."
"Yeah...!"
Ye-na's cheeks flushed.
Why does she look happier than me?
Guess she's proud of her oppa.
She explained the lecture would last about two hours.
'Two hours...'
Not short, not long.
How much service... no, practice could we cover?
Still, it's a proper lecture, so I should give real advice.
I'm using the students' time too, not just my libido.
Plus, hundreds watching—might get stage fright.
I thought I had no stage fright, but this scale's different.
"The main topics are Royal Jelly body maintenance and practical know-how."
The professor showed me the lecture plan.
[Part 1: Royal Jelly Body Management Secrets]
[Part 2: Practical Techniques and Partner Sync]
[Part 3: Q&A and Practice]
Perfect.
Part 3 especially hits the spot.
"Practical, huh... Does that include hands-on practice?"
The key question.
Talking's no fun without showing.
The professor beamed.
"Of course. Breeding majors can do anything as long as they keep their virginity. Other departments can go full practical."
Got it.
Virgins: handjobs or thighjobs.
Non-virgins: full sex.
Clean divide.
"Shall we head over, then?"
I followed the professor to the main auditorium in the lecture hall.
Students glanced our way in the halls.
"That's him?"
"Whoa, he's hot."
"Your eyes broken?"
Whispers everywhere.
Feels like being a celebrity.
Except that eye comment stung.
I get it, though.
My body's good, but I'm not drop-dead handsome.
...Above average, right?
Calming my bruised ego, we reached the auditorium.
Massive doors.
Murmurs buzzing from inside.
The heat alone told me it was packed.
"Ye-na, go on in first."
"Okay! Oppa, fighting!"
Ye-na pumped her fist and slipped in the side door.
Her cheer gave me a boost.
Deep breath.
Exhale.
Checked my pants.
You excited too, buddy?
Lecture Lecture!
The little guy's pumped.
The professor opened the door.
Creeeak.
I followed her into the auditorium.
Up to the stage.
The students fell silent in an instant.
Thousands of eyes locked on me.
'...This isn't a school, it's a damn concert venue.'
The looks on them—not messing around.
Hwick University.
Do admission standards include beauty?
Every single one's gorgeous and slim.
Of course, Ye-na's still the prettiest.
I scanned the crowd from the podium.
First floor, second floor—packed.
Even students standing in the aisles.
This is what it's like on stage.
All eyes on you.
More thrilling than I expected.
The professor grabbed the mic.
"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. Let me introduce him: S-grade Royal Jelly, Jeong Do-hun!"
I stepped forward.
Bright lights bathed me...
Ow, blinding.
But through it, the students' gazes sharpened.
Curiosity.
Greed.
Affection.
All of it hit me.
I took the mic.
"Hi, I'm Royal Jelly Jeong Do-hun."
"Waaaaaaah!!!"
Cheers exploded.
Thunderous applause.
Ears ringing.
Some girls screaming.
"Oppa! Look here!"
"I love you!"
"Show us your dick!"
...
Dick's coming up later.
But the applause dragged on.
We only have two hours.
Wasting time.
I raised my hand to quiet them.
Finally, the clapping died down.
All eyes on my mouth.
"Ahem. Today's topic: Royal Jelly body care and practical tips. Let's start with results."
One action beats a hundred words.
That's my style.
Unbuttoned my shirt.
One. Two. Three.
Whoosh.
Shirt off.
And out into the world: the byproduct of my lust.
High-intensity home workout payoff.
Defined six-pack.
Solid pecs.
Inverted triangle back.
"Whoa..."
"Insane..."
"That body..."
Gasps everywhere.
Swallows echoing like surround sound.
I tapped the podium firmly.
Looks authoritative.
"These days, Royal Jellies... no, guys don't work out."
Deepened my voice.
"Not these days. Ever since semen bio-industry started, men's exercise rates dropped steadily. Now, unless you're a pro athlete, almost nobody does."
The girls nodded.
Elite uni students—basic knowledge.
Textbook stuff.
But.
"That's wrong. Skipping workouts to save energy? Cut consumption? Ha! Bullshit!"
Slammed the desk on purpose.
Bam!
Impact.
Plus, always wanted to do that.
Students flinched, shoulders hunching.
"Look at my body. Possible without exercise? Saving energy? Nonsense. You need workouts to build energy."
Shocked faces on the girls.
Everything they learned just crumbled.
Even the professor looked stunned.
But my body was proof.
No arguing.
"Bigger engine means more fuel in, more out. Squeezing semen from a scrawny body? Abuse."
I ranted.
Pretty logical, if I say so.
"Proof's my muscles—and this."
Unbuckled my belt.
Click.
Pants down in one go.
Underwear too.
Flop.
Thud!
My dick, swollen huge just from all the attention.
*Boing boing*
I flicked it dramatically.
Side to side.
Up and down.
My dick dancing on stage.
Screen zoomed it up.
"Kyaaaa!"
Screams and cheers mixed.
...Exercise doesn't actually make your dick bigger.
Born with it.
But point's not dick size.
"I hit S-grade while working out. Three times a day? Laughable. I can do ten."
Ten times.
Lethal dose for normals.
For me? Warm-up.
Then.
A girl raised her hand.
Front row.
Glasses, strict-looking.
Ooh, first question.
Perfect.
And pretty cute.
Not quite Ye-na level.
But brainy vibe.
"Yes, you. Go ahead."
The student with the mic stood.
She glanced at my dick, then met my eyes straight.
"Isn't ten times exaggerated?"
Provocation.
Heckling right off the bat.
"Even S-grades can't ejaculate ten times a day medically. Semen production rate..."
She rattled off theory.
Students murmuring.
"Yeah, ten's too much..."
"Lying?"
Stirring.
Heh, cute.
Book-smart virgins.
No real experience.
"What's your department?"
"Management Department. Class rep Park So-young."
Then.
Signal from Ye-na.
Looked her way.
She mimed blabbing by her mouth.
Pointed at Park So-young, scowled.
Aha.
She's the blabbermouth.
Heard Ye-na muttering in class, yelled it out, blew it up.
And now heckling me.
Not just a gossip—has some inferiority complex toward Ye-na.
Hitting me 'cause I'm Ye-na's oppa?
Management Department.
Insertion okay, then?
No virginity oath.
Perfect catch.
Today's sacrifice: you.
"Park So-young."
"Yes."
"Medically impossible... Theory says so."
I stepped down from the podium.
Thud thud.
To her seat.
Naked, dick swinging.
Her eyes wavered.
Up close, intimidating as hell.
"But theory doesn't always hold. Especially not against my dick."
I perched on her desk.
My dick right at eye level.
"Shall we check? Ten possible or not."
"Pardon...?"
Park So-young flustered.
"Come on up."
Grabbed her wrist.
Pulled her onstage.
"Needed a practice assistant. Perfect."
Grabbed the mic, yelled.
"Alright! Practical demo with Park So-young! Ten ejaculations! Count 'em!"
Waaaaaaah!
Auditorium shaking.
Park So-young went pale.
No escape now.
Education Education.
...
Lately, feels like my dick's stealing my lines.
Anyway.
Lecture might run long, but nobody'll complain.
Time for education.
Real lesson time.