Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: An S-Class Proposal
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I headed up to the upper floor.
I stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hallway.
My footsteps echoed unusually loudly.
Click-clack. Click-clack.
I was tense.
No matter that I was an S-Class Royal Jelly, the guy I was meeting was a senior Royal Jelly with way more experience than me.
On top of that, he was Lee Ha-na's father.
A nameplate by the door.
[T-Entertainment]
A gold logo gleaming brightly.
So this was sunbae's dad's company.
Whew...
Come to think of it, I had zero connection with other Royal Jellies.
Sure, I'd probably passed some on the street.
But openly acknowledging each other as Royal Jellies and actually talking? This was a first.
Anxiety outweighed any excitement.
Especially after what Lee Ha-na had said last time.
"My dad doesn't like cock wrestling."
...
Fuck.
Thinking about it almost made me gag again.
Cock wrestling, seriously.
That bullshit... well, it does involve cocks.
Anyway, whoever invented that retarded greeting had to be a gay asshole.
No straight guy would enjoy rubbing cocks with another dude.
Testing each other's rigidity or whatever.
Primitive.
Utterly primitive.
Fortunately, Lee Ha-na's dad wasn't into that.
Thank God he was normal.
But what if he yanked down his pants and lunged at me the second I walked in?
I'd bolt right out.
My precious cock could only touch women's soft skin.
No way it was bumping into some hairy old man's dick.
I steeled myself.
Knock knock.
A voice came from inside.
"Come in."
A deep, weighty voice.
The kind of tone you hear from drama chairmen.
It resonated from his vocal cords like a chamber.
I turned the handle.
Click.
Creeeak—.
I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Hello... Lee Ha-na sunbae introduced me..."
I bowed my head as I entered.
Then, when I looked up.
The sight that met my eyes was a bit different from what I'd expected.
A plain one-person office.
A desk, a sofa.
And bookshelves.
That was it.
For a chaebol company, it felt way too small.
I'd pictured a chairman's office the size of a gym from dramas.
This was just a notch cleaner than a neighborhood real estate office.
The man seated behind the desk stood up.
"Nice to meet you. Do-hun. I'm Lee Sung-gi, Ha-na's dad."
Lee Sung-gi.
The name stood out.
Sung-gi. Genitals.
A name born for S-Class destiny, huh.
"Ah, hello."
I greeted him while sizing him up.
He looked like your average uncle.
A slight beer belly, a friendly face.
Like the guy from the local Chinese joint.
But that voice was pure chairman bass.
Didn't match at all...
I'd secretly hoped for a silver-haired charisma machine with laser eyes.
"Hard to imagine a guy like me as an S-Class Royal Jelly, right?"
"...No, not at all. Anyway, please speak casually. You're sunbae's dad..."
I showed respect.
He was older, and an S-Class senior, after all.
"Mm... alright. Do you drink coffee?"
He gestured toward the pantry area.
A coffee machine was visible.
I hesitated.
Coffee.
Caffeine.
Some say it's good for virility, others say bad.
I used to chug it like water.
But lately, I avoided stimulants.
For the quality of my semen.
Pure water was best.
"No, I skip caffeine. Juice... nah, just water, please."
His eyes lit up at my response.
"Hahaha! Straight to the good stuff from the start."
He laughed heartily.
...Did this uncle hate coffee too?
He pulled an orange juice bottle from the fridge.
Poured it himself.
I sat on the sofa.
Uncle sat across from me.
He stared right at me.
Scanning me top to bottom.
Not appraising, exactly.
More like... estimating value?
"You work out, looking at your build."
"Yes. Not seriously—just light stuff at home..."
"Doesn't look light. Your muscle quality's on another level."
Of course it was.
My muscles weren't for show in gym mirrors.
Survival muscles.
Memories flooded back of extreme hard training every time lust surged.
To tame my howling cock every night.
Anything doable at home, I did.
Simple sit-ups, push-ups, burpees, mountain climbers.
Even hung blankets from the bedframe for battle ropes.
Laid three mattresses thick to muffle noise complaints.
I had a knack for draining stamina.
Even now, without lust limits, I kept up enough to maintain my body.
S-Class stamina was national treasure.
"Boss... uncle... what should I call you?"
The title was tricky.
Chairman? President? Sunbae? Dad?
Dad was too much.
"Just call me uncle casually. Ha-na said you're a close junior, like a little brother. Looks like she made a good friend."
Uncle.
Down-to-earth.
I liked it.
"Ah... I'm not that great... Anyway, you look like you work out too, uncle. Your shoulders are Pacific-wide."
Not flattery.
His shoulder line under the suit was no joke.
Broad as hell.
Bet he was a beast in his youth.
"That so? Glad it shows. Getting old makes maintenance a bitch."
He chuckled and sipped his juice.
I took a sip too.
Tangy.
Fresh-squeezed?
Pulp crunched between my teeth.
'Oh, this juice is killer.'
Not the sugary store-bought crap.
Real whole oranges blended.
"Juice is pretty good, huh?"
"Yeah. Tell me where you get it sometime."
"Haha, grab a bottle on your way out."
Generous too.
Slurp.
Only the sound of juice being drunk.
...
Hmm.
Why the silence?
Did he really just call me to see my face?
Awkward.
I'm not shy, but I hate silence.
Slurp.
As I neared the end of my juice.
Uncle finally spoke.
"You."
"Pfft. Cough... Ah, yes..."
Startled me so bad I nearly choked.
"Drink slow. Plenty of juice."
Embarrassing.
"Ahem. Yeah, go ahead."
"Hmm... What do you think of Royal Jellies these days?"
...?
Suddenly?
Too broad a question.
Royal Jellies nowadays.
Fuck, politics?
'Damn, should I have come?'
Didn't peg him for a hardcore partisan.
Now the office decor looked suspicious.
Red sofa here, blue curtains there.
...Fuck, centrist incarnate?
Or Taegeukgi brigade?
One wrong answer and I'd get lectured.
I gauged him.
Hm... probably not that.
Seemed genuinely curious about my take.
"...Honestly, didn't think much. But seeing over half fail the re-exam, got me some personal thoughts."
"Mind sharing what those are?"
Hm.
Should I?
Too blunt might seem arrogant.
Eh, if it sours, we never talk again.
No need to grovel 'cause he's Lee Ha-na's dad.
Principle time.
"Just my personal view. Mm... end times?"
"What makes you say that?"
"So many freeloaders eating it up. Lumped in the same grade as those hacks."
Spilled it.
Honestly pissed me off.
I'd battled my cock nightly, trained, managed my load.
Even if it was to stop producing.
Anyway, all that effort, then treated same as drug cheats and surgery fakes.
Hurt my pride.
"..."
Silence.
And his body seemed to tremble.
'Fuck, stepped on a landmine?'
Was this uncle a drug guy too?
As I braced for excuses.
"Just personal thoughts..."
"Hahahahahaha!!! "
Genital uncle burst out laughing.
Office shook.
Even clapped.
Clap clap clap.
...
Ah, genital uncle.
Scared me.
"Haha, sorry. Just thrilled to meet someone whose thoughts hit home after so long."
Wiped tears.
Good.
We synced.
"Really? Honestly, for guys like... us, that bill was a godsend."
"My take too. Too many posers gorged themselves. Tsk."
Ooh.
Not political opinion—semen opinionated.
Blunt phrasing.
Gorged themselves.
Liked it.
"Been a Royal Jelly over 25 years now. Back then, they were the real deal."
Latte is horsey incoming.
But S-Class latte deserved a listen.
"Oh... so how old when you got it?"
"Royal Jelly only after adulthood, so snagged it right at twenty."
"Married young, huh."
Fit with Lee Ha-na's age.
"No S-Save tech back then. Wife got pregnant, next year it commercialized."
'...Fuck, how overpowered is that tech?'
Uterine plug surgery 20 years ago?
When PCs were barely spreading?
This world's biotech was a mystery.
Aliens consulted?
"...I just got mine recently due to circumstances."
"Figured. Sorry, did a little background check."
Ding?
Background check?
Out in the open.
Royal Jellies have that power?
Or uncle's personal clout.
"If it bugs you, sorry. Too many posers buzzing around Ha-na."
Bittersweet grimace from genital uncle.
Really loves his daughter.
Daughter-con dad.
Get it.
Lee Ha-na's kinda pretty.
Rich, loves semen.
Prime bride material for guys.
'Course, fatal semen addiction flaw.
"I get it. Explains the bad school rumors."
"Knew that. That's why I like you more. Ha-na's brighter since meeting you. Skin improved too."
Thanks to my semen.
Skin care's solid.
"Mm... but honestly, no clue why you wanted to meet. Ha-na said it'd be good for S-Class bonds."
To the point.
Not just vetting daughter's maybe-boyfriend.
Some agenda.
Genital uncle opened a drawer.
Handed me a sheet.
What?
I took it.
...Oof, punchy from line one.
[S-Class Royal Jelly Gathering - The Future of Semen]
Gungseo font.
Serious.
"...You into politics by any chance?"
Asked again.
Party founding proposal vibes.
"Heavens no! Hate that crap. Not what this is."
Genital uncle waved it off.
His explanation hooked me more than expected.
Summary:
Royal Jelly Association overrun by posers.
Outnumbered real voices.
New grading shifted the board.
Real deals—S and A-Class—must unite.
S-Class at the apex as core.
No posers.
Reals only, let's group.
Share side benefits.
Less Royal Jelly view, more businessman...
"This office for that too?"
"Sharp eye."
Genital uncle grinned.
"Seoul prime spot, but too spartan for Royal floor. Didn't seem hiring-heavy..."
"Spot on. Shell company name. It's a hideout."
Hideout.
Stirs male dreams.
S-Class secret base.
Cool.
"One thing. What's in it for S-Class gathering? Know Royal perks ease business, but I'm not into that..."
Rich NEET's my dream.
Sex, eat good, sleep.
Hate complications.
Power? Honor?
Bothersome.
Just manage my cock.
"...To the main point. Ever thought of being cult leader?"
...
Pardon?
What'd you say?
Cult leader?
The one I know?
Cult head?
Fuck.
This uncle wasn't political—he's a cultist!