Chapter 55
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Tanning Sunbae
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I slipped out of the Pussy Church outpost.
After breathing that sticky, fishy underground air, the night breeze felt even more refreshing.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket.
The business card the dick guy had given me.
I dialed the number printed on it.
He's a business partner, after all. I should at least give him a report.
Ring ring ring—
It barely rang a few times before he picked up.
"This is Lee Sung-gi."
It was late at night—he might've been asleep—but his voice showed no signs of grogginess.
Though his looks were pure beer-bellied uncle material.
His speech and voice sounded like some Joseon-era scholar.
"Hello? This is Jeong Do-hun."
"Ah, Do-hun. What's up? Calling this late?"
"I became a priest at the Pussy Church."
"...Huh?"
"I said I became a priest at the Pussy Church."
"Wh-what...? Are you joking right now?"
God, seriously.
Why does this guy have such a hard time understanding?
He's a businessman, but his comprehension is this lacking?
Frustrating.
I started explaining from the beginning, step by step, for the comprehension-challenged dick guy.
"So, here's the thing. I saw Ha-na sunbae off and was taking a stroll around the neighborhood?"
"...I'm listening."
"And there was this rundown old church about to collapse. In the courtyard, they had this massive pussy-shaped statue."
"A pussy statue...?"
"Yeah. The details were insane. Smooth curves, a clit poking right out... Just looking at it made you wanna fuck it. Turns out that place was actually a Pussy Church outpost."
The dick guy's breathing grew ragged.
He sounded totally flustered.
"I met this nun named Maria there? Her tits were literally the size of my head."
"Skip the boob talk and get to the point!"
"Jeez. That is the point... Anyway, she said she wanted to test me. Hold back ejaculation for an hour."
"...And you passed that?"
"Of course. Who do you think I am? I pounded her raw for thirty minutes straight, made the nun squirt and pass out. Didn't cum once."
"Whoa..."
The dick guy let out a gasp.
This is standard for an S-rank Royal Jelly producer, right?
"Passed the test and went down to their underground headquarters. Met a bishop named Antonio there too."
"Antonio?"
"Yeah. Turns out that fucker's gay too. He was groping my hand all slimy during the greeting... Ugh, it creeped me the hell out."
Thinking about it still gives me chills.
I rubbed my hands on my pants to wipe them off.
"It was kinda gross, but I had to infiltrate, so I pretended to be a woman-hating gay guy. He was eating it up."
"......"
The dick guy went silent for a long while.
Probably stunned by my insane achievement in one go.
Yep, I'm a genius.
I think and act with my dick, but the results are always perfect.
"...You did amazing. Never saw that coming. So, what's your plan now?"
"Hmm. Actually, I saw someone I know rubbing pussies at their underground party. Figure I'll meet up with her first."
"Someone you know? A collector?"
"Nah. A sunbae prepping for her Semen Receiver exam. She was there."
"...Even if it looks ridiculous, a cult's a cult. Be careful. They devour people's minds."
Genuine worry laced the dick guy's voice.
I know. Cults are scary.
But my mental fortitude is built purely on cum and pussy—no room for them to eat away at.
"Got it. I'll be careful. I'll call if there's progress."
"Alright. Good work."
Beep beep.
I hung up and headed home.
Walking the night streets, I thought it over.
No matter how I look at it, something's off.
Just a few weeks ago, Tanning Sunbae was shaking her hips like crazy, ready to devour my dick.
A woman who'd sacrifice everything to become a Semen Receiver and collect cum.
And now suddenly... Pussy Church? Not feminism, but rubbing pussies with other women and rejecting men?
Doesn't make sense.
Plus, Sister Maria said she was an active Semen Receiver.
Tanning Sunbae was prepping to be one too.
A bunch of the women rubbing pussies underground were collectors or breeding school students.
There has to be a connection...
Why would women obsessed with semen reject it and start worshiping pussy juice instead?
Who knows. I'll find out when I see her.
Overthinking is bad for the dick.
I got home and unlocked the door.
Beep.
"Oppa, you're late."
Seol-ah greeted me from the living room, watching TV.
She'd showered, wearing a thin slip.
Her skin glowed faintly through the fabric.
My head, full of cult conspiracy thoughts moments ago, went blank in an instant.
Home really is the best.
"Something came up on the way."
As I replied, I strode over and scooped Seol-ah up in a princess carry.
"Kyaa! O-oppa?"
Seol-ah yelped in surprise and wrapped her arms around my neck.
Light body.
And the soft sensation pressing against my chest.
"Sorry to jump you right away, but let's do it once more."
After holding back for an hour against Sister Maria, my dick felt ready to burst.
"...Heehee. I'm down."
Seol-ah whispered in my ear and kissed my nape.
Damn, Seol-ah.
You're gonna be the perfect wife.
No, you already are to me.
A woman who spreads her legs whenever a man wants.
What could be more ideal?
I carried her straight to the bedroom.
And that night, I unleashed the pent-up hour's worth of frustration, pouring hot semen endlessly into Seol-ah's killer pussy.
The next day.
Vrrr. Vrrr.
My phone vibrated on the bedside table.
Who could it be?
I answered.
"Hello."
"...It's me."
Her voice was subdued.
But who the hell is "me"?
"Oh, Tanning Sunbae?"
"How many times do I have to say it's Tae-ri?"
Irritated tone.
Oh right. Cha Tae-ri Sunbae.
I always called her Tanning Sunbae 'cause of her dark skin, and it stuck.
"New number?"
"Some stuff happened. Anyway, we need to talk, right?"
"Hmm... Where?"
I sat waiting at the café Tae-ri Sunbae—no, Tanning Sunbae—told me about.
Weekday morning, so I was the only customer.
But there was a problem.
Man. Feels like a knife in the back of my head.
I hadn't ordered yet, just grabbed the seat—probably bugging the counter girl or manager—who kept shooting me dirty looks.
I'm waiting for my friend to order, why the glare?
Feels like I'm stealing air or something.
As I grumbled inwardly, the bell jingled—ding—and the door opened.
It was Tanning Sunbae.
Black cap pulled low, mask on—super suspicious getup.
Anyone'd think she was a criminal.
She glanced around and plopped down across from me.
"What do you want?"
"Same as you."
"Matcha latte okay?"
"Yeah."
Only after I got up and headed to the kiosk did the counter staff look away.
Whew, seriously. I'll order, chill.
Petty jerk.
I paid for two matcha lattes and sat back down.
Tanning Sunbae pulled her mask down a bit.
Her bronze skin was the same, but dark circles hung heavy under her eyes.
She looked exhausted.
"...You got nothing to say to me?"
Tanning Sunbae opened cautiously.
"Huh? Why would I?"
"Well... 'cause I was at that place. That cult where women huddle up and do weird shit."
Sunbae hung her head.
Seemed ashamed.
But I didn't care.
"If that's the case, I'm a priest there too, right?"
"......"
The already heavy mood sank further.
Sunbae stared at me like I was ridiculous.
Hmm. Joke didn't land.
Still, gotta ask what I'm curious about.
"Sunbae, did you pass your Semen Receiver cert?"
"Yeah. Passed on the first try."
As expected.
No way that motor-like hip technique would fail.
But one thing was clear now.
The Pussy Church was deeply tied to Semen Receivers.
And breeding school students involved too—that meant brokers among the Receiver Association or school profs.
Smelled like organized crime.
"How'd you find out about the place?"
"Not long ago. About a week... After passing the exam, we had a celebration drinks with my cohort..."
Sunbae's story was intriguing.
At the drinks, a veteran Semen Receiver joined.
She brought along a guy named Antonio.
Antonio. That gay bastard.
"We thought, y'know, celebration for passing—maybe the Royal Jelly guy shares a bit of cum. Everyone was hyped."
Sunbae gave a bitter smile.
But Antonio invited them somewhere weird.
The Pussy Church underground bunker.
Why drag them straight there?
Didn't add up.
Even if cult leader Park Tae-soo was a capable A-rank Royal Jelly, getting caught like this would've caused a huge scandal.
Kidnapping state-certified women into a cult?
"Lots of veteran Receivers there... At first, it was half blackmail."
"Blackmail?"
"'If you breathe a word about what you saw here, forget collecting semen ever again. We'll bury you in the industry.'"
Ah.
Semen Receivers had more pull than I thought.
Makes sense—networks built over years of collecting.
If they clamped down, ruining a newbie's easy.
"I didn't buy it either. Only went 'cause of the threats. But something weird happened."
"Weird how?"
"A couple from my cohort... started actually believing it."
Sunbae's voice trembled faintly.
"...Were they kinda dim to begin with?"
Tanning Sunbae shook her head.
"Nah. Top scorers, actually. Smart girls plotting escape with me at first. Then suddenly, they started defending the place."
Hmm.
Stronger threats?
Or dirt on them?
Couldn't figure it.
"And... lately, I've been feeling off too."
"Huh?"
"Like... pussy juice has something special in it. Rubbing with girls doesn't seem so bad..."
Sunbae stared blankly into space.
"......"
This is suspicious.
No way brainwashing hits this fast—especially cum-obsessed women.
Unless they have real hypnosis...
Or drugs?
This world's biotech could probably cook up mind-control stuff.
"What do you usually do there?"
"Thought it was some weird convent at first. Wake up, pray... which is rubbing pussies."
Sunbae blushed.
"Lunch is always bibimbap. Kinda slimy oil in it, but nutty and tasty."
...
Fuck.
That's pussy juice bibimbap, isn't it?
The nasty shit the dick guy mentioned.
So they start by feeding it unknowingly.
Drugs in the food, or actual bodily fluids mixed in.
Disgusting.
But for Tae-ri Sunbae's sake, keep it secret for now.
She might puke on the spot if she knew.
"After a week, you can roam free like me. Well, not exactly a week—I consulted with the bishop."
"Anything special during the consult?"
"Hmm... Basic Q&A, then Bishop Antonio stared into my eyes and said, 'Hmm, good enough.' Then I got freedom."
'Good enough'?
What was?
Brainwashing complete?
"By the one-month mark, everyone was blindly devoted. Up to week three, they were foggy but fine."
Foggy...
Tae-ri Sunbae started buying in after a week.
Weeks 2-3: Dazed. Weeks 4-5: Total converts.
Clear brainwashing timeline.
Ah... This reeks of danger.
...And some serious pussy scent.
Hundreds of top-tier pussies gathered, brainwashed in one spot.
That's a crime.
I have to step in and save these poor lambs.
"Lemme tell you something. I'm actually undercover."
Tae-ri Sunbae's eyes went wide at my words.
"Undercover...? Didn't look like it—you and Bishop Antonio seemed chummy yesterday."
"No way I'm buddies with that gay fuck. It's all part of the infiltration. High-level psyops to lower their guard."
"...Anyway, save me. Freedom's bullshit—feels watched. Can't even do Receiver work. My mom was so proud... Gave me gifts for passing..."
Sunbae grabbed my hand desperately.
Pleading grip.
But something else caught my ear.
"Can't do Receiver work? Oh no! You should've said that sooner!"
"Huh? Wh-what?"
I slammed the table in rage, making sunbae flinch.
"A woman like you, Tanning Sunbae—sex incarnate with those killer hips—wasting it on pussy play? That's a national loss and a crime!"
"Uh...?"
"Motel. Now. I'll save that empty pussy of yours."
I shot up and grabbed her wrist.
Cult? Brainwashing? Pussy bibimbap?
Later problems.
Priority: Feed nutrients to sunbae's starving pussy after a week without cum.
Now that's true salvation.
Tae-ri Sunbae looked up at me, dumbfounded.
"...Knew it since we met."
"What?"
"You're totally insane. In a good way, though."