Chapter 49
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: Pussy Cult
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“Cult leader? What are you talking about?”
I couldn't believe my ears.
Cult leader.
Of a goddamn cult, no less.
Was this old man not just a political hack, but a cult follower too?
What a letdown.
I don't buy into superstitions and bullshit like that.
“Exactly what I said. The leader of a religion.”
“I don't do cults. I'm out.”
I stood up without a second thought.
Not worth hearing more.
Not even for an S-rank senior—or Lee Ha-na sunbae's dad.
They say getting mixed up in a cult will ruin you.
Next thing you know, he'll be asking me to donate my precious semen as an offering.
I turned to leave.
But as I took a step...
“Ah, no! That's not what I meant!”
The old man's voice was frantic.
Sounded like he was ready to grab my clothes if he had to.
He was clinging this hard... felt kinda bad just walking out.
Plus, I was curious why an S-rank was going this far to stop me.
“Sigh... fine, I'll hear you out.”
I sat back down.
But in a looser position than before.
Half my ass off the seat.
Silent protest: ready to bolt anytime.
Wiggle wiggle.
I readjusted my butt once.
Wiggle wiggle.
He'd look at my half-exposed, firm ass and think:
'Damn, if I bullshit him, that kid's gonna bounce right out of here on that springy recoil.'
Alright, get tense.
This was my patented Dodge-Ass Bounce.
They call bullet-deflecting power bulletproof.
But my workout-firmed, jiggly ass could deflect a chair.
Looks embarrassing, but practicality maxed out.
“Ahem. Sorry for the misunderstanding. But this is a grave matter.”
“So what's this cult leader gig? Some Tao thing? Enlightenment?”
“First, the background. This place... worships pussy.”
...
What?
What did you just say?
“...Pussy?”
I thought I'd misheard.
Worship pussy?
Okay, sure, I like pussy too.
I could worship it if asked.
Pray to it every night, offer my semen as tribute.
But turning it into a religion?
That's... kinda pervy.
“Is there a dick cult too?”
I asked out of curiosity.
Fairness and all.
“Of course. And the Dick Cult isn't fringe. Places like Japan already have over a million believers.”
“...”
Speechless.
A million people.
Worshiping dick.
I knew the world was crazy, but this much?
Well, phallus worship dates back to ancient times.
“With semen able to do anything, it's believable, right?”
I nodded at the old man's words.
True that.
Semen.
The world's miracle substance.
Currency, medicine, cosmetics, energy source.
Unknown extracts from semen cure cancer, regenerate skin.
Practically a panacea.
So deifying the dick that produces it isn't a stretch.
Mine feels godlike sometimes.
Especially mornings when it pitches a tent—pure awe.
“Ahem. Anyway, get this: there's a Pussy Cult worshiping pussy.”
“...But what's that got to do with us? Worshiping pussy... isn't so bad?”
Sounds good, even.
Treat it precious, keep it clean, maintained.
“I thought so too. But check this out.”
The old man pulled another paper from his drawer.
More old-script font.
[Pussy Cult - In-Depth Analysis Report]
I skimmed it.
Estimated members: 1,000.
Activity area: Seoul and metro.
And...
“All devotees are women?”
My eyes widened.
Member gender ratio.
Female: 99.9%
Male: 0.1%
“Not entirely. We know a few male executives. But regular believers? 99.9% female.”
Whoa.
Not Pussy Cult—Pussy Field.
Flower garden.
Pussies worshiping pussy.
Pussies gathered, praising pussy.
Just imagining it was hot.
'...What nonsense.'
All this pussy talk was messing with my head.
Gestalt collapse incoming.
Brain full of pussy.
Then—
- Pussy pussy?
...
Yeah?
Dickie.
What'd you just say?
Not dickie-dickie, but pussy-pussy?
You're crazy too.
You're a proud dick, remember that.
Always.
“The Pussy Cult worships pussy. Specifically, they believe pussy nectar holds undiscovered extracts too. Unfair that only men have them.”
Aha.
Feminists of this world?
Rebelling against semen supremacy.
Why only men get rich off it.
Women can squirt too.
Sell our nectar high.
Something like that?
“Hence, a bit anti-men. Rare in today's society.”
“Yeah. Normal girls worry how to milk Royal Jelly semen.”
This world's women obsess over 'how to snag Royal Jelly cum.'
Rejecting men? Backward thinking.
“Exactly. But these folks milk nectar daily to extract it.”
“...How?”
Curious.
Semen via jerking or sex.
Nectar solo? Hard for women to produce mass quantities.
“What else? They rub pussies together.”
...
Rub-rub?
Pussies rubbing each other?
Image formed.
Hundreds of women in an auditorium.
Bottoms off.
Pairs formed.
Pussies... no, petals grinding.
Friction heat.
Squelching sounds.
Flooded floor.
'...Kinda hot?'
Honestly, yeah.
Wanna watch.
Would pay admission.
“Undercover says they mix nectar into rice weekly.”
...
Ugh.
Fuck.
Canceled.
No watching.
Pussy fried rice real?
Nectar bibimbap?
Pictured it.
Big bowl of rice.
Nectar poured like sesame oil.
Sprouts, bracken...
No, insane.
Gonna puke.
Nectar.
Tasteless anyway.
Slippery, salty blob.
Sometimes sour.
Mix with rice?
Appetite gone.
Libido too.
Too much of a good thing.
Sipping fine, but not side dish.
“So why's this cult a problem? Worshiping pussy means no male leader, right?”
Doubt hit.
Anti-men, yet wants me leader?
“Nah. Leader's male.”
“Huh?”
“And a famous TV face.”
Old man handed more paper.
Photo attached.
Clean-cut middle-aged guy.
Glasses, kind smile.
Familiar...
“Who?”
“A-rank Royal Jelly. Big shot. Influence in politics... Royal Jelly circles.”
“Why would he...”
A-rank lacks nothing.
Money, lined-up women.
Why cult leader?
“Said it before: majority drowns minority truth.”
“...He's not 'real'?”
A-rank is real.
Next after me and old man.
“Real, but sided with fakes. Master agitator. Like corrupt union boss. Straw-man broker too.”
Hmm.
So this guy's the one stirring fake Royal Jellies.
Drug-pumped, surgery-faked volume fakes.
Their advocate leader.
New grading system crushed fakes.
His power evaporated.
So he made Pussy Cult for new gig?
“...Wait, I've seen this guy.”
Remembered.
On news.
Headband at Daemul Corp protest.
[Abolish Semen Discrimination!]
[Men Aren't Cum Cows!]
Screaming bullshit.
“Isn't this the protester at Daemul?”
Old man nodded.
“Yep. Park Tae-soo.”
Park Tae-soo.
Remember the name.
Let's deduce with my genius brain.
Old man wants to take over Pussy Cult.
Because of leader Park Tae-soo.
Park was fake-king, then fell.
Stumbled on Pussy Cult.
Leader was Park.
And Park uses Pussy Cult for...
Huh?
Something off.
“So what're they planning with Pussy Cult?”
“No clue.”
“Pardon?”
“No clue. That's what scares me.”
No idea?
Just likes women?
Made it to watch pussy-rubbing...
I'd do that.
Harem goal?
“Just building a harem? Male dream.”
“Haha, you don't get it yet.”
Old man wry smile.
“Me?”
“What's good about lotsa women for a man? Just milk faster.”
“Ah...”
Right.
This world, my libido's abnormal.
Normal guys drain before lust builds.
“Plus, he's gay.”
“Huh?”
“Gay.”
“...?”
“Gay. Homo, same-sex lover, man loving men...”
...
Ugh, fuck.
Word alone sucks.
Gay.
I don't hate gays.
Respect tastes.
Just not near me.
Outta sight.
Not eyeing my ass.
But Park Tae-soo's gay?
Why lead Pussy Cult?
Hates pussy?
“Why worship pussy if gay? Should hate it.”
“Exactly why suspicious. Man who doesn't sexualize women gathers them for weird rituals. What's the goal?”
Money?
Power?
Or...
Sacrificing women to summon ultimate dick?
Sealed Exadickia?
Dunno.
“So why tell me...?”
“You... wanna be cult leader?”
Fuck.
Back to square one.
Pussy Cult...
By pussies worshiping pussy, pussy-rubbing.
Leader male...
Who's gay...
Contradiction overload.
Confusing.
“Why care about a cult with barely 1,000 members?”
I asked.
Old man's face turned grave.
Set down juice.
Thud.
“Said most believers are women?”
“Yes.”
“Most are Royal Jelly collectors. Even students from breeding academies.”
...
Fuck?
Collectors?
Royal Jelly partners?
Breeding school girls?
Including Hwick University.
Serious issue.
My lifeline... no, my cum outlets contaminated.
If pussy rice cult rejects holy semen collection?
National loss. My loss.
“Hwick girls too?”
“Plenty. Park's targeting that. Bind Royal Jellies' hands and feet. Control partners.”
Ah.
Picture clear.
Park's gay, no need for women.
Uses them to hit Royal Jellies.
Scary bastard.
“That's why I need you. S-rank, and most importantly...”
Old man eyed my crotch.
“Got a tool women go crazy for.”
...
Compliment?
“...How'd you know?”
“Ha-na brags every meeting.”
Heh, Lee Ha-na sunbae.
Even if your dick's great, telling dad...
My dick converts cults, huh?
“Anyway, wanna be leader?”
Down to the lower floor.
Head throbbed.
Pussy Cult, gay, pussy rice.
Weird words floating.
Need cleansing.
“Oppa!”
Seol-ah greeted me.
Eating dessert with Lee Ha-na sunbae.
Munching cake like a hamster.
Cute.
Yes, this is healing.
Forget pussy rice.
“Wait long? Talk dragged.”
“Hehe, fine. Had fun with Ha-na unnie.”
Hmm.
Oppa uneasy.
No bullying from unnie?
Her looks and touches earlier were sticky.
No funny business under table?
“Talk with dad go well?”
Lee Ha-na sunbae asked.
Fork in mouth, looking up.
Sultry.
This father-daughter duo...
Dad commissions cult hunt, daughter hunts cum.
Dynamic family.
“Yeah, sorta... half.”
“Half? Dad doesn't do vague...”
Sunbae tilted head.
“Conditional? We're working together. Seol-ah'll help some.”
Thought infiltrate with Seol-ah, but no.
Can't feed her pussy rice.
Never.
So use her classmates or juniors.
“Me?”
Seol-ah's eyes rounded.
“Yeah, tell you later.”
Can't mention Pussy Cult here.
Ruins appetite.
“Good. Dad's big connections in Royal Jelly world. Teaming up's win-win.”
Lee Ha-na sunbae smiled.
Connections.
Used 'em to dig Pussy Cult.
“He said. Big influence.”
“Yeah, great. Shall we go?”
“Go?”
Where to?
Sunbae stood.
Grabbed Seol-ah's hand.
Naturally linked pinkies.
...
Why pinkies?
Doesn't even do that with me.
“Done talking with Seol-ah.”
“Yep! Heehee.”
Seol-ah shy smile.
Face pink.
Expectant eyes.
“...What'd you talk about without me?”
Anxiety surged.
No secret yuri plans?
Leaving me out?
“Said you'd let her shower today?”
“...Shower?”
“Yep. Shower.”
...
Seol-ah. What the hell did you tell her?