Chapter 45
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: For the Semen Bath
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“Your dad is S-grade?”
Senior Lee Ha-na nodded.
Her hand swirled the wine glass with elegant grace.
“Yeah. He called this morning. Said the retest results came in.”
“But why me...?”
Was it some S-grade bonding thing?
Or maybe territorial pissing?
Senior let out a sigh.
“Ah, well...”
Here's the story.
Lee Ha-na senior.
She used to be the type to beg her dad for cash.
Lend me some pocket money.
Hook me up with a good Royal Jelly.
I'm short on semen.
That whining was her daily routine, apparently.
But lately.
She'd gone quiet.
No more begging for allowance.
No more asking for guy intros.
Her complexion was glowing, her skin radiant.
No wonder her dad got suspicious.
Fair enough.
It made sense.
Every time I met up with senior, I'd give her a 100ml tip.
Not once a day—100ml per ejaculation.
We usually went five rounds, so 500ml a session.
That's 6 million won in cash value.
Even at every three days, that's 60 million a month.
No way she was hurting for money.
“So he asked if I was seeing someone lately. I didn't want to lie to Dad... so I just told him. Yeah, I am.”
Senior glanced at me cautiously.
Hm.
Honestly, not pissed.
I never demanded secrecy.
Parents ask, lying's awkward.
Plus, the guy's S-grade.
The only other S-grade besides me.
Lee Ha-na's dad, of all people.
Intriguing.
What kind of monster was he?
A semen freak like me?
“I told him a bit about you... said you produce a ton of semen. For real. Like, a ridiculous amount.”
Senior emphasized it.
Ridiculous amount.
Nice boost to my ego.
“And then?”
“He figured you were S-grade, obviously. I said yeah, I've got a connection with an S-grade Royal Jelly—we produce together, enjoy a bit... and he got interested.”
Produce.
What a word choice.
Not sex or fun—production.
Like we're running a factory line.
Not wrong, though.
I produce, senior consumes.
It's economic activity.
But is that something to say to your dad?
'Got a guy. We fuck, he blasts me with semen. Thrilling.'
....
Normal in this world, I guess.
Hell, I bang my mom.
Whatever.
Anyway.
Something's been bugging me.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Senior Lee Ha-na's fingers.
Drumming the table.
Body won't stay still.
Ass wiggling, thighs rubbing.
A bit of cold sweat too.
...What's up?
Reasonable suspicion hit.
That reaction.
Familiar.
Dildo.
A vibrating one, jammed in during dinner.
Pervert.
Not satisfied with semen showers, now ruining table manners.
“...You mad?”
Senior asked carefully.
Ah.
That was it.
Anxious about spilling my info without permission.
Worried I'd flip out.
Hence the fidgeting.
Here I thought she'd flipped the vibe switch on a plugged dildo.
Sorry for the misunderstanding.
“Why would I be mad? Parents ask, you answer. Honestly, I'm curious about other S-grades too.”
Cool response.
Senior sighed in relief.
“Phew... Good. I was more tense than I thought. Scared you'd blow up.”
She patted her chest.
Jiggle.
Tits on the table shook.
If I got mad?
No more semen showers.
That's what scared her.
True semen addict.
Semen over people.
But.
Relieved, yet face so red?
Breathing heavy.
Really got a dildo in there?
Wanted to check, held back.
“Set up a meet. I'll go see him.”
“Thanks. Oh, don't worry. Dad hates dick wrestling and stuff.”
“......”
Did I hear that right?
What'd she say?
Dick... what?
Wrestling?
“Dick... wrestling?”
I repeated.
Hoping I misheard.
But senior nodded casually.
“Yeah. Royal Jellies meet up, compare whose dick's harder—like a dominance fight. Dad hates that crap.”
“...”
Speechless.
Dick wrestling.
Royal Jelly greeting ritual.
Whip out cocks, rub, clash, test hardness.
Fuck.
Swore internally.
Barbaric.
Too fucking primitive.
Not cavemen.
Rubbing dicks with dicks?
Cock swordfight?
Nauseating just thinking.
My precious cock, frotting some hairy stranger dick.
Torture.
No more curiosity about other Royal Jellies.
Resolved.
S-grade or not.
No guy entanglements.
Women only.
Soft, fragrant women.
“...Yeah, I'm not into that either.”
Said from the heart.
Senior laughed.
“Heh. Might get along with Dad after all.”
Get along.
Not dick-to-dick compatible, please.
Hope it's personalities mesh.
Anyway.
Meeting set.
Soon, another S-grade: Lee Ha-na's dad.
Curiosity over nerves.
What powers does he have?
Infinite engine like me?
Multi-shot style?
We'll see.
Meal over.
Senior stood.
“So... digest and head to production?”
She shed her robe.
Nude.
Body never gets old.
I stripped too.
Production line: active.
“Haa... haa... Always the best... for real...”
Senior Lee Ha-na sprawled on the floor.
Body pure white.
Face, tits, belly, thighs.
Semen-coated.
Blasted heavy today.
Five loads.
About 3 liters dumped.
Room thick with night-bloom scent.
Senior inhaled ecstasy.
Fingers wouldn't stop at her pussy.
“Phew... One more shower?”
My balls still juicy.
“Y-Yeah, just one more...”
“Press your pussy up.”
“Okay... right up.”
Schlup.
Sucked in resistance-free.
Honestly, bummed can't foreplay with all that semen coating.
I don't eat semen like locals.
...
Ugh.
Bad mental image.
Anyway.
Second or third round?
Started mixing insertions.
Nah, production.
Senior's pussy chewier than expected.
Thought slutty from rumors.
Loose hole.
All bullshit.
Even with guys, rarely inserts, she says.
Just receives semen.
Like our first meet blowjob.
Slurp. Sluuurp.
Her juices mix my semen in lewd harmony.
She's groping everywhere with semen-slick hands.
Like a fallen angel in semen.
Love it.
Semen corrupts humans.
Devil's cum shooter.
That's me.
Kinda cool.
“Phew... Where next?”
“H-Hair...! Hnng!”
Hair, huh...
Manic.
I've wanted to cum and wipe on hair too.
Pull out.
Senior grabs for handjob, familiar.
Our deal.
No creampies.
I pull, she jerks.
Formula set.
Shlick. Shlick.
Stroking her silky hair meanwhile.
Shiny, swaying locks.
Soon soaked in my cum.
“Senior, close!”
Hand speeds up on my cock.
I overlay mine, shake together.
Target: those locks.
Grhh!
Spluuurt!
Spurt. Spurt.
My semen sprays her hair.
Like rinse or treatment?
Not shampoo—no foam.
Care product vibe.
Done, she strokes through it.
Then rubs like washing.
Whoa... total maniac.
Whole body'll reek of semen.
Weeks to fade.
“Phew, senior, more?”
She shook her head.
“Nah... call it for today. Got stuff tomorrow.”
Regretful face.
Crazy bitch vibe, but knows restraint.
“Oh, seeing your dad?”
“Yeah. Tell him in person.”
Dad strict, huh.
Phone would've sufficed.
Chaebol manners different.
Not my business.
Dressed haphazardly.
Senior no sign of moving.
Her gaze.
Kitchen fridge.
“Built up a lot, huh.”
“Right? Few more years... three or four.”
Senior's eyes sparkled.
Dreamy girl gaze.
Semen bath.
Staring at Lee Ha-na senior's fridge.
Through glass door.
Drinks?
Nope.
All my semen.
100ml, 200ml, 500ml...
Various containers fill it.
Liters already.
Why I tip her 100ml per load special.
For her dream.
Standard tub: 180-200 liters.
Body displaces, say 150 needed.
We meet, I cum five times.
100ml tip each: 500ml/day banked.
300 days simple math.
Year?
Nah, not daily.
Every three days: 3-4 years.
Three years on.
Lee Ha-na senior soaks in tub-full semen.
Imagining: her pale skin merging with it.
Hard just thinking.
Plus.
She promised.
Post-bath leftovers back to me.
Recycle.
Creative economy.
Resell bathwater: bank.
Bit diluted, contaminated maybe.
S-grade premium.
Price up.
Plus keeps our bond tight.
Win-win.
“Waiting for the word. Oh, next week busy moving—after that?”
Moving.
Finally.
S-grade perk apartment.
“The support apartment?”
Senior asked.
“Yeah. Free place, 50 pyeong. Gotta take it.”
Too big solo.
Hence Seol-ah invite.
Cozy couple life.
Ye-na visits sometimes, Yu-jin too.
Home base.
“...Okay. Got it.”
Senior nodded.
Semen-drenched escort to door.
That look...
Neighbor sees: faint.
But luxury officetel.
No eyes.
Hit elevator button.
Doors open.
Then.
Senior muttered soft.
“...Might meet sooner.”
Huh?
Misheard?
“What was that? Didn't catch...”
“Nah, nothing. Safe trip, see ya.”
Senior smiled sweet.
Cryptic grin.
Doors shut.
Elevator descends.
Hm...
Something off.
Eh, probably nothing.