Chapter 44
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: S-Class Royal Jelly
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Grrooo...
Guh-huck!
Mmm.
Whoa, that startled me.
I woke up to the sound of my own snoring.
Did I fall asleep?
Half-asleep, half-awake.
My mind felt foggy.
But something felt warm.
Is it because I'm under the blanket?
No, it was different from the warmth of the blanket.
Moist, sticky, lukewarm heat.
Especially my dick.
It felt like it had been soaking in hot spring water.
I opened my eyes.
The first thing I saw was Mom's sleeping face.
She was sleeping blissfully, oblivious to the world.
Her mouth slightly open, breathing softly.
She looked like an angel.
Or a devil?
The sight she showed yesterday was straight out of a succubus.
We must have fallen asleep together.
I lowered my gaze.
The blanket was slightly pulled back.
I could see it.
Mom's pale naked body.
And her particularly protruding lower belly.
Bulging.
Swollen so prettily.
Proof that it was filled with my semen.
And lowering my gaze even further...
We were still connected.
My pelvis and Mom's hips.
To be precise, my dick was still buried inside Mom's hole, refusing to come out.
'...Falling asleep mid-sex is a first for me.'
Yesterday, Mom and I went two rounds, then three.
My memories were hazy.
I think at the end, Mom said, "More... give me more..."
I must have cum and passed out right then.
Honestly, if it had been jerking off, I could've gone dozens more times.
Sex is different.
It takes stamina.
Shaking your hips, using your muscles, leading your partner.
My dick was fine, but my body must've given out.
I carefully pulled my hips back.
Twitch.
Mom's inner walls clung to my dick reluctantly before letting go.
Squelch.
Pop-.
My dick finally slipped out of Mom after hours inside her.
Her entrance was gaping.
Thanks for your hard work, Mom.
I should probably help drain the semen from Mom too.
Thanks to S-Save, it wouldn't leak out, but her belly must feel heavy.
But she was sleeping so soundly.
I didn't have the heart to wake her.
She seemed to be sleeping well, so I'll leave her be.
I've done plenty of filial duty.
I got out of bed.
Wobble.
My legs were shaky.
My throat was parched.
A burning thirst.
I went to the living room.
I grabbed a 2-liter bottle of mineral water.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
I chugged it without stopping.
The water poured down my esophagus into my stomach.
The water of life.
Only after emptying the entire 2-liter bottle did the thirst subside.
"Ahh..."
I feel alive.
Now my mind's clearing up.
I looked around.
The peaceful living room.
'Oh, Ye-na.'
Since I crashed into bed without washing yesterday, I need to shower in the morning.
Did she wake up feeling sticky?
I headed to Ye-na's room.
- Knock knock.
No response.
It was quiet.
Still sleeping?
I carefully turned the doorknob.
Click.
I peeked inside.
Hmm.
Still the same.
Her upper body had slipped off the bed, head smacking the floor.
Her lower body was draped over the bed.
Ye-na sleeping in this bizarre position.
I thought she was doing yoga.
Her sleeping habits haven't changed since she was little.
She used to roll off the bed all the time as a kid.
"Ye-na, sleeping like that will hurt your back."
No response.
She slept like the dead.
I approached closer.
There was a strange smell in the room.
Night-blooming flowers.
The scent of the semen I shot yesterday.
"Ye-na, if you're gonna sleep more, wash up first. Your bed reeks of semen?"
I shook her shoulder.
Then Ye-na mumbled.
"Mmm... love the smell of semen..."
...I see.
She likes the smell of semen.
Her tastes are set in stone.
I tried to adjust her position to lay her properly.
But she was half off the bed, clothes all messed up.
Her loose T-shirt was bunched up upside down.
All the way up to her chest.
Her white belly was exposed.
And the undercurve of her perky breasts was visible.
Underboob.
A little more and they'd be fully out.
By the way.
Ye-na's belly button is so pretty.
Long and vertical.
I extended my finger.
Poke poke.
I poked her belly button.
Soft and squishy.
"Nng..."
Ye-na twisted her body.
As if annoyed, she covered her stomach, then her hand flopped off.
...This is fun.
This time, a bit higher.
Poke poke at her breast.
Circle around the nipple.
No reaction.
Is she sleeping too deeply?
Breasts are okay?
After all that sucking and kneading yesterday.
Out of worry, I kneaded them this time.
Just the right size to fill one hand.
Squish squish.
Firm and bouncy.
Like stuffed dumplings.
No reaction even to breast kneading.
Just her soft breathing.
Hmm.
At this point, I could carry her off and she wouldn't notice.
My gaze drifted to her pussy.
'Should I stick it in?'
While she's asleep, secretly.
Sleeping sex.
Seems possible now.
No resistance either.
My dick was already reacting.
Half-hard, nodding its head.
But.
I shook my head.
No.
I saw how swollen Ye-na's pussy was yesterday.
Red and inflamed, ready to burst.
Sticking it in there again would be abuse.
I like Ye-na, but I don't want to use her as a mere cum dump.
Of course, I have used her as one.
But that was consensual.
True love requires mutual affection.
Rape doesn't count as a hobby.
Rape play, maybe.
Real rape is a crime.
And against my principles.
'Sex with Mom yesterday was the same.'
We both wanted it.
Maternal love is love, filial piety is love.
Family limited, of course.
I pulled the blanket over Ye-na's belly.
Sleep warm.
Both of them seem exhausted, so I should head home.
Waking them for goodbyes would take forever.
I'll leave a note.
[Oppa’s heading out. Wash up when you wake. Eat something.]
I need to rest and then hang out with Seol-ah.
Also prep for the move.
My familiar one-room apartment.
Cramped but cozy.
But I'll be leaving soon.
A luxury apartment awaits.
I took a shower.
Cooled my head with cold water.
As I dried my hair with a towel, my phone screen flashed.
Missed call.
Who?
Looking at the log, it was Senior Lee Ha-na.
[Senior Lee Ha-na (Missed calls: 2)]
What's up?
I called back.
She picked up before the third ring.
[Hello? Junior?]
Her voice was bright.
"Yes, Senior. Did you call? I was showering and missed it."
[Oh, got it. Nothing major.]
She hesitated.
[We haven't seen each other in a while, right?]
Hmm...
Come to think of it.
It's been a while since I last fed Senior.
About three days?
That's a long time to hold out.
For Senior Lee Ha-na, severe semen addict.
With everything that's happened, it felt like a month.
Enough for her to feel withdrawal.
Should I give her a semen fountain today?
Body's a bit tired, but for Senior, welcome.
"Yeah, it's been a bit."
[So, wanna come to my place today if you're free?]
No reason to refuse.
"Sure. What time?"
[Come whenever, we'll match for dinner. I'll be waiting.]
Her voice had a coquettish lilt.
"Okay, see you later."
Click.
I lay on the bed.
Staring at the ceiling, I thought.
Hmm, come to think of it, Senior Lee Ha-na's parents are Royal Jelly producers, right?
Her dad is.
What rank did he get?
With the new ranking system, everyone got re-evaluated.
Considering Senior's wealth, definitely not low-grade jelly.
Buys officetels, splurges on luxury.
At least A-rank or higher?
Curious.
Well, I can ask when I get there.
For now, sleep.
Pushed too hard yesterday.
Sleep is the best recovery.
I closed my eyes.
Evening.
The sun dipping low.
I took a taxi to Senior Lee Ha-na's officetel.
The familiar building.
I pressed the intercom in the lobby.
Ding-dong.
"Senior, it's me."
[Wait a sec~ I'll open the door.]
Her voice through the intercom.
Senior Lee Ha-na, after a few meetings, now greets me with a fairly friendly tone.
The initial haughtiness has faded a lot.
Maybe softened after tasting my semen.
Still calls me "Junior" instead of my name, which bugs me a bit.
But if I think of it as a nickname...
Kinda nice?
Playing with "Senior" and "Junior" is hot too.
I took the elevator.
As I stood in front of her door, the lock clicked open.
Beep.
The front door opened to reveal naked Senior Lee Ha-na greeting me.
"Junior, you're here?"
...
As expected.
This senior never fails to meet expectations.
Naked from the entrance.
Not a stitch on her bare body.
Her white skin glowed under the lights.
Confident pose.
"Your breasts look as perky as ever today."
I complimented instead of greeting.
My gaze naturally went to her chest.
Pretty teardrop-shaped breasts.
"Hehe, thanks. I'm getting used to your smooth talk?"
Senior chuckled and pulled my arm.
I meant it as sexual harassment.
But she takes it as praise.
This world's positive mindset—love it.
And "smooth talk"?
I was sincere.
"Come in. Oh, do you like sushi?"
"Can't get enough."
"Good. I was craving it after so long, worried if you didn't like it."
I took off my shoes and entered.
The interior had changed a bit.
Last time it was modern and simple.
Now more glamorous.
The sofa in the living room center was new.
Bigger, plusher leather.
Wall paintings changed too.
Expensive-looking abstracts.
"Redid the interior?"
"Yeah. Dad did it as a commemoration."
"What commemoration?"
Birthday?
"I'll tell you slowly over dinner."
Senior winked.
What could it be.
Curious.
If it's something I'll learn anyway, just tell me now.
She's good at building suspense.
But I held back.
I'm a gentleman who can wait.
Definitely not mesmerized by Senior's ass wiggling as she preps salad in the kitchen.
Cooking naked.
Deep ass crack.
Gap between thighs.
Hmm.
Nope.
I sat at the table.
While eyeing her ass, the sushi arrived.
Ding-dong.
Delivery guy left it at the door.
Senior brought it.
We unpacked.
"...This is delivery sushi?"
My eyes widened.
In a wooden box.
Not plastic container.
Luxury lacquered bento.
Opening the lid, iridescent sushi gleamed.
Tuna toro.
Sea urchin roe.
And...
That black stuff.
Caviar, right?
Caviar atop the sushi.
Even gold leaf sprinkled.
"It's delivery sushi, so yeah? They don't usually do delivery."
Senior handed me chopsticks.
The quality is insane...
Even high-end sushi places don't serve like this.
"From the omakase in Dad's building. Oh, not abuse of power? They charge double."
Senior laughed.
Fair point.
Double price, not abuse.
VIP service.
Money is the best.
I popped a piece in my mouth.
Melts on the tongue.
This is the taste of capital.
"Delicious."
"Right? Eat up. Good for stamina."
Senior placed eel sushi on my plate.
Eel again.
Well, fine.
Stomach somewhat full.
Time to satisfy curiosity.
"By the way, what was that commemoration earlier?"
I asked while sipping water.
"Oh, that?"
Senior swirled her wine glass, dragging it out.
What could warrant such suspense.
She stared at me intently.
Serious eyes.
"Junior... no, Do-hun. You're S-rank now, right?"
"Yeah, got it yesterday."
"As expected..."
Senior Lee Ha-na nodding to herself.
She knows something.
Ugh, spill it.
'...?'
Did she just call me Do-hun?
Sudden name basis?
Senior leaned forward.
Breasts touched the table.
Squished flat.
So lewd.
"Aren't you curious about the other S-ranks?"
Straight to the point.
Other S-ranks.
I saw on the news.
Only 2 S-ranks in the re-evaluation.
Me, and one mystery person.
Only two days passed, more to come.
"...Honestly, I'd be lying if I said no."
Of course.
Who else passed that insane standard.
What kind of monster.
I wanted to meet them.
Feel a sense of kinship?
Senior nodded again.
Her lips curved up.
"Wanna meet one?"
"Huh? What do you..."
"Exactly what I said. The other S-rank wants to see you."
"How do you know? About the other S-ranks."
Impressive info network.
Even for chaebol, personal info.
Senior took a sip of wine.
Lips stained red.
Then dropped the bomb.
"It's my dad."
"...?"
Brain freeze.
Misheard?
"My dad."
Senior repeated clearly.
Articulating each syllable.
"That S-rank Royal Jelly. It's my dad."
...
Oh, fuck.
Senior Lee Ha-na.
Not just some rich kid.
True-blue Royal Jelly.
Senior Lee Ha-na was genuine Royal Family.