Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Something's Off About the Work-Study Scholarship
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Motel automatic doors slid open, and cool night air rushed in.
In the slightly awkward atmosphere after sex, I shoved my hands in my pockets and stepped outside.
Han Seol-ah was clinging to my arm beside me.
Her stride was confident.
No, downright arrogant.
She hadn't even thrown on the cardigan she'd worn earlier, proudly showing off her swollen lower belly beneath the tight white T-shirt.
Any normal woman would have hidden it with her bag or tugged at her clothes in embarrassment.
But she was different.
She walked with her back straight, hips swaying.
As if flaunting her bloated womb to the world.
Couples wandering the motel alley streets all turned to stare at once.
"Whoa... look at that."
"Crazy... check out her belly. That's all semen? She's not pregnant, right?"
"Wow, I'm so jealous."
"That much? Must've been an orgy party. Would take like a hundred guys..."
Their whispers rang out loud and clear.
The men were shocked; the women shot jealous glares.
To them, Seol-ah's belly wasn't a symbol of lewdness.
It was a mark of wealth and power.
The ability to draw in that much semen at once.
And the connections to receive that volume.
Seol-ah reveled in their stares.
"Hmph. If you're jealous, just say so. Don't stare like country bumpkins."
She gripped my arm tighter.
Her soft breast pressed against my forearm.
...Getting hard again.
This world's standards were truly warped.
Outside the motel district, taxis lined up in a row.
"Oppa, I'll head out from here."
"Huh? Home?"
"No. S-Clinic. Gotta cash this in quick. They close at midnight."
She patted her belly.
Tap tap.
It made a clear, crisp sound.
Like a ripe watermelon, they say.
"Want me to come along? You must feel heavy."
I was honestly worried.
Her going to the clinic alone like that, spreading her legs for a machine to extract the semen.
She needed a guardian or something.
But Seol-ah shook her head.
"Nah, no need. You go home, Oppa."
"Still... hate to let you go alone."
"You can't come."
"Why? Embarrassed?"
Okay if I extract it, but not a stranger?
Some pure-hearted notion, maybe.
But Seol-ah's answer threw me off.
"No. Scared you'll get stolen."
"...What?"
"Clinics are full of hyena bitches prowling with hungry eyes."
Her gaze was dead serious.
"Look at this belly. If they see you did this alone, you think they'll leave you be? They'll cling to your leg, begging for just one shot."
"......"
"No way. You're mine only. So go home quick."
She pushed my back.
I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief.
Possessiveness.
Not worrying about me, but wanting to monopolize me.
Didn't feel bad.
No, felt good.
A woman fretting over losing me to others.
An experience I'd never had in my life.
"Alright. Be careful."
"Yeah! Oppa, today was the best! I'll text you!"
She hailed a taxi.
Even struggling to squeeze her body into the back seat, she blew me a kiss.
I stared blankly at her receding figure.
Now I was alone.
The streets still teemed with people.
But the scenery looked different now.
Things I'd ignored before caught my eye.
A red sports car speeding down the road.
The driver's face was wrinkled with age, but the beauty beside him gazed at him with honey-dripping eyes.
That guy's got stamina.
Not brains or fancy degree making him rich.
Semen volume made him rich.
Women draped in luxury brands one after another.
They'd received loads of semen.
Volunteering as semen receivers without a day's break, no doubt.
And now hunting for their next 'sponsor' to fill their wombs.
Men walking the streets wore weary expressions.
Shoulders slumped, dark circles under their eyes.
Common folk scraping by selling semen.
Me, on the other hand...
I brimmed with energy.
Shot nearly 1L today alone.
Enough to kill an average guy.
But I was fine.
Better than fine—refreshed.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket.
Opened the S-Bank app. Millions in deposits stamped there.
And the unreal sex I'd just had.
The taboo thrill of bareback creampie, filling her pussy to the brim.
The visual shock of her belly ballooning like a balloon.
My life had changed completely.
The moment I got home, before even lying on the bed—
Vrrr—
My phone buzzed.
[Han Seol-ah: Oppa! It's deposited! Sent half right away! ♥♥♥]
[Deposit: 3,100,000 won (Han Seol-ah)]
Whoa.
She really sent it.
3.1 million won.
Added to what I'd cashed in at the bank earlier, today's earnings topped 10 million.
Not annual salary—daily wage.
A grin crept across my face.
I buried my face in the pillow, giggling like a maniac.
Laughing my ass off, I glanced at the calendar on my desk.
Tomorrow was Monday.
School day.
For a split second, I hesitated.
School... do I have to go?
Making 10 million a day—did I need school?
Drop out, sell semen, live off it forever.
But curiosity reared its head.
What did university look like in this insane world?
Society revolved around semen—surely the ivory tower of academia wasn't untouched.
I was curious.
That haughty senior called the department goddess—what had become of her?
My nerdy friends always holed up in the library?
The rich-kid classmates flaunting cash?
Where did I rank now?
I wanted to check.
Excitement made my heart race.
Sleep came easy.
Next morning.
"Mm..."
I opened my eyes.
Sunlight poured through the window.
Refreshed.
Body light as a feather.
And.
The blanket tented up.
Morning wood.
Proof of health, signaling the start of my day.
Even after yesterday's drain, it had refilled overnight.
Insane recovery.
I headed to my desk routinely.
Set up the 1L preservation container and auto-extractor I'd bought yesterday.
This was my new brushing-teeth routine.
Whirr—
The machine gently engulfed my cock.
Pleasurable vibrations.
Morning bliss hitting my brain.
"Urgh...!"
Didn't take long.
Thud.
Fired.
Pssshhhh—
White liquid filled the clear container.
The gauge climbed steadily.
100... 200... 300... 400.
Stopped at 400ml.
Peak condition.
Capped it, stowed in the fridge.
Just looking at it filled my stomach.
All money, that stuff.
Quick wash, got dressed.
Normally I'd sprint to the bus stop, but today I leisurely called a cab.
Input destination.
[Liquid Crystal University]
I chuckled.
Original name: Liquid Crystal University.
Display-tech specialized school—that's why the name. Hated it on admission; friends teased it was "Semen University."
But now?
Semen University.
What name fit this world better?
Taxi arrived.
Leaned back comfortably in the rear seat.
"Liquid Crystal University."
"Yes, sir. Student, eh?"
"Yeah."
"Good times. Prime of your life. Stock up while you can. Later, you might wanna but can't."
The driver cackled, offering his "blessing."
Arrived at school, entered the lecture building.
Waiting for the elevator, a poster on the bulletin board caught my eye.
Vibrant poster in primary colors.
NO Tuition Worries! S-Scholarship Foundation Special Event!
Waiting for healthy male students' precious donations.
50,000 won instant payout per ejaculation—volume irrelevant!
Max 3 times per day.
Premium/Large Volume: Bonus incentives per market rate!
100% Anonymity Guaranteed (Real-name option available)
Beautiful female students provide personal 1:1 care service.
Today's Collection Manager: Business Admin Jr. 3 - Lee Ha-na
Work-study scholarship, huh...
Normally, I'd have applied for something like that.
What kind of job was it?
"......"
My jaw dropped.
School running a handjob joint?
Under the guise of a "scholarship foundation"?
To pay tuition, not part-time work—you come to school to jerk off.
Insane world.
And the manager's name.
Lee Ha-na.
I remembered.
Not my major, but we'd crossed paths in gen-ed classes a few times.
Pretty face, fox-like personality—infamous for it.
Always toting designer bags, glued to rich senior guys.
Ignored average Joes like me like bugs.
"Gilded gold-digger" Lee Ha-na.
Her collecting semen here?
Hands-on?
I snorted in disbelief.
Pictured it.
Broke male students lining up for 50k, her eyeing them with contempt, mechanically stroking.
Then a rich "golden egg" shows, and she fawns, begging for sex.
Gold-digger.
But that made it more intriguing.
What would her face look like seeing my output?
Just imagining made my groin heavy.
400ml this morning? No issue.
My factory ran 24/7.
Squeeze now, easy 400—no, 500ml.
50 minutes till first period.
Plenty.
Followed the arrow on the poster.
[Student Union 302 - Special Collection Room]
Steps quickened.
Door at corridor's end.
A few male students already queued outside.
All heads down, hats pulled low.
Embarrassed, obviously.
But I stood tall behind them.
Waited my turn.
Door opened; a skinny guy staggered out pale-faced.
Soul-sold price seemed meager.
"Next, please~"
Clear voice with a nasal twang from inside.
Familiar.
Lee Ha-na.
Heart pounded.
Fixed my clothes, opened the door.
Slide.
Cozy interior, surprisingly.
Dim lighting, candle scent.
Beds partitioned off.
Lee Ha-na at the counter, chewing gum, scrolling her smartphone.
Didn't even look up, casual tone.
"Welcome. First time? ID here, wash up, head to bed 3."
She looked up.
Our eyes met.
"Hey, Sunbae."
"Oh, the guy from gen-ed? Here to donate?"
Huh?
Friendlier than expected.
Her gaze already locked on my lower half.
And the bulging cock.
Damn, thinking of her handjob got me hard already.
"Go sit. I'll be right there."
Hm.
This vibe wasn't bad.
Senior ignoring me before, suddenly sweet.
Classic setup.
Turned me on.
Sat on bed 3 as directed, waited briefly. Ha-na entered.
Wearing white latex gloves.
"Saw the notice? Even a little gets you 50k, so relax. But over 3ml, bonuses scale with output. Give it your best!"
"Uh... so if I shoot a few hundred ml, full payout? Market rate like the bank?"
"Pfft. If you can, sure. If you really can, I'd take it in my mouth~"
That line again.
Seol-ah at the convenience store, now Ha-na.
How the hell do you mouth hundreds of ml?
Was this their world's flirt?
"No takebacks on that."
"Fine. So whip it out already. Looked pretty big from a peek."
Sigh, provoking to the end.
Challenge accepted.
Unbuckled, dropped pants.
Trunk briefs, but full erection—glans peeking out.
"Whoa..."
Ha-na gasped at my cock.
Yanked briefs down too.
My premium dick stood rigid, heaven-bound.
Like yesterday, this moment was pure catharsis.
"Start whenever."
Gulp...
Finally, she swallowed dryly and gripped my cock.