Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Royal Jelly
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Whirr—. Whirrr—.
A mechanical hum filled the room.
I sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the scene.
Lee Ha-na Sunbae was cleaning up.
But her tool was unusual.
A silver machine that looked straight out of a sci-fi movie's laser gun.
She pressed the nozzle against the floor.
Slurp.
The thick puddle of white fluid on the floor vanished in an instant.
Mopping? No need.
The spot she'd cleaned was perfectly dry and fluffy.
"Whoa..."
I couldn't help but gasp in admiration.
Now she turned the machine on her own body.
Her breasts, stomach, thighs.
The machine glided over her skin, where my semen had caked and hardened.
Shoo. Shoo.
Not a hint of irritation to her skin—just the semen cleanly separated and sucked away.
What a world.
When it came to semen-related tech, nothing could touch them.
Dyson would weep at that suction power.
Once finished, Lee Ha-na detached the machine's transparent container.
Slosh.
It was filled to the brim with what I'd unleashed.
She carefully placed it in the fridge.
"Phew... Feels refreshing."
She retied her shower robe and sat beside me.
Her face was flushed.
A satisfied expression.
She stared right at me.
"Do-hun, you must be loaded, huh?"
"Pardon?"
"Just splashing around with something this expensive, then tossing it..."
"Uh... But you recovered it all with that, right?"
"Still, spraying it on the floor wastes some! And you didn't even bat an eye."
She stroked my thigh.
"As expected of a 'Royal Jelly'. Different mindset from the start."
There it was again.
Royal Jelly.
The convenience store clerk had said it, the news article too, and now Lee Ha-na Sunbae.
I figured it was slang for someone who produces a lot of semen.
But the nuance felt off.
Not just slang—more like an official title?
I couldn't hold back my curiosity.
"Um, Sunbae."
"Yeah?"
"I've been wondering... What exactly is a Royal Jelly?"
Her hand froze at my question.
She stared at me with wide eyes.
"...Huh?"
"Isn't it just a term for guys who produce a ton of semen?"
"Wait, you don't mean..."
Her face twisted in shock.
"You're not registered as a Royal Jelly?"
"Registered? You have to register for that?"
"Of course! Are you insane?"
She smacked her forehead.
Then pounded her chest in frustration.
"Listen, if your total output hits 30ml or more across three sessions a day, you qualify for Royal Jelly certification!"
30ml?
That's all?
I'd dumped over 500ml on her earlier.
"Normal guys do everything to break 30ml. Chug supplements, abstain, even try electric stimulation. But you..."
She glanced sideways at my crotch.
"You're on easy street. It just flows out when you breathe."
"Haha... Yeah, pretty much."
"And you're not registered? With all those benefits?"
Benefits.
That word perked my ears up.
"What do you get out of it?"
Lee Ha-na let out a deep sigh.
Like a teacher facing a hopeless student.
"First off, the buyback rate's higher. 20% more than standard semen. Plus, you get a dedicated certified collector. Anytime, anywhere you want, they'll come milk you."
Oh.
Like an on-call massage.
State-certified handjob service.
Not bad.
"And the best part."
She lowered her voice.
"Polygamy's allowed."
"...Come again?"
I thought I'd misheard.
"Polygamy? What's that?"
"Multiple wives. Legally, you can have as many as you want."
"..."
My jaw dropped.
Polygamy.
In modern society? In Korea?
"Superior genes need to spread far and wide. The state's all for it. If you've got the ability, take ten women, a hundred—whatever."
Insane.
This world was nuts.
Harems legalized.
A man's dream backed by law.
"Tax breaks, car purchase discounts, priority housing lotteries... The perks never end. And you skipped it?"
She looked at me like I was an alien.
"It's managed by the S.W.O., so VIP treatment worldwide."
"S... W... O?"
"Sperm World Organization. The global semen authority."
Straightforward name.
Not like some health org.
"In our country, Daemul Corporation handles it on commission. You really know nothing, do you?"
I scratched the back of my head.
"Haha... Never really cared about that stuff. Semen comes out plenty, money rolls in—what's the point of chasing ranks?"
Truth was, I was clueless.
But I packaged it cool.
Lee Ha-na's eyes changed again.
Admiration.
No, awe.
"Whoa... True baller mindset. Titles? Who needs 'em when you've got the goods?"
She shook her head.
"Yeah... You're on another level. So cool, Do-hun."
The misunderstanding was deepening.
Whatever. Not complaining.
Still, 30ml.
I pondered.
Back home, I'd tried everything to curb this cursed output.
Two packs of smokes a day.
Tight briefs to mess with circulation.
Even hormone suppressants from the urologist.
And still, 500ml.
What if...
I optimized here?
Quit smoking, loose boxers, vitality-boosting foods?
'...A liter wouldn't be a dream.'
Chills ran down my spine.
In this world, my "flaw" was a divine gift—and power.
Decision made.
"Think I'll go for Royal Jelly."
"Yes! Do it now! You'd bust through the doors and pass on the spot."
Lee Ha-na cheered her on.
"Oh, right. Military benefits too."
"Military?"
"Yeah. Get Royal Jelly certified, and you're exempt. Classified as a national asset. Can't risk losing you to some accident in service."
Military exemption.
Every Korean guy's dream.
My heart pounded.
"Whoa... Jackpot."
"Well, you're already discharged, being a sophomore."
"Huh?"
"Re-enrolled after service, right? Too bad. If you'd known sooner..."
Ah.
The mood chilled.
I'm 23.
Typical age for discharge and return to school.
But I had my reasons.
"...I haven't done service yet."
"What? Why? Medical issue?"
"No... Just bad luck with exams. Took a second, even third year gap..."
"Oh..."
Lee Ha-na shut her mouth.
Somber silence.
Re-takes. Gaps.
Korea's college entrance scars.
She waved her hands frantically to lighten things up.
"Th-that makes it even better! Total luck! Certify now, exempt immediately!"
"Right? Haha. Saved big time."
I laughed.
No military.
Worth coming to this world for that alone.
Instead of crawling with a gun, shake with your dick.
What world could top this?
"Do-hun."
As I headed out, Lee Ha-na called me back.
Her face was flushed red.
"If I give back all that semen... Can you fill me up again sometime?"
She twisted her body.
Afterglow of the semen shower lingered.
Addicted.
"Of course. I'll hit you up."
"Yes! You better! I'll be waiting!"
We swapped numbers.
I left the officetel.
The sun dipped low.
Pre-rush hour, streets still quiet.
Grabbed a taxi.
Destination set.
"Sir, to Daemul Corporation headquarters."
"Ooh, Daemul? Job interview?"
"Nah. Getting certified."
Royal Jelly.
Today.
Moments later.
The taxi stopped.
I looked out the window.
"Whoa..."
My jaw dropped.
Smack in central Seoul's prime land, a towering skyscraper.
At the top, a massive sign.
[DAEMUL]
True mega-corp.
Top-tier.
Paid the fare and stepped out.
Auto-doors parted, lobby ahead.
Sky-high ceiling.
Polished marble floors gleamed; suited elites hustled by.
Headed to reception.
A stunning staffer greeted with a warm smile.
"Welcome to Daemul Corporation. How may I assist?"
"Here for Royal Jelly certification."
Her eyes flickered subtly.
"Yes, exam hopeful. Reservation?"
"No. Walk-in."
"No problem, we take on-site. ID please?"
Handed it over.
She tapped the keyboard.
"Processed. Head to the 69th floor Exam Center."
69th floor.
Too on-the-nose?
These people take numbers seriously.
"Thanks."
Into the elevator.
Ultra-high-speed.
Ears popped as it shot up.
Ding.
69th floor.
Luxury spa vibes.
Waiting room had a few guys seated.
Tense faces, jiggling legs, sipping water.
One clutched a hot pack to his groin.
Desperate.
Tears for that 30ml.
I lounged on the sofa.
Crossed my legs, picked up a magazine.
Monthly Semen
The cover model grinned, drenched in semen.
Packed with content.
<This Month's Semen King Interview>, <Stretches to Boost Output>, <Semen Investment Tips>.
Entertaining.
"Jeong Do-hun."
The nurse called my name.
"Yes."
"Room 1, please."
I stood.
Felt the other guys' stares.
Rivalry and curiosity.
Light nod, into the exam room.
Slide.
Spacious, comfy interior.
Plush bed in the center, array of high-tech gear.
And.
"Hello. I'm your examiner, Kim Mi-so."
A woman in a white coat stood there.
Beautiful smile, like her name.
Intellectual eyes behind glasses.
But under the coat, a tight dress hugged her curves.
"Nice to meet you."
"Yes. Royal Jelly exam, correct? Relax and be natural."
She checked her chart.
"Skipping basic physical. Straight to measurement. Ready?"
"Yes."
"Good. Collection method?"
Collection method?
Options?
"Machine, manual, or... direct."
Direct.
I got it.
Sex.
"Nervous folks who can't produce prefer direct. I can assist."
She adjusted her glasses, giving a knowing look.
Assist.
Crystal clear.
No hesitation.
Might as well get the premium service.
"Creampie."
Kim Mi-so paused.
Most would euphemize, but I went blunt.
She recovered with a pro smile.
"You like it straightforward. Got it."
She undid her coat buttons.
Slip.
Coat pooled on the floor.
Dress zipper down.
Drop.
Underwear?
None.
She was nude.
Perfect proportions.
Full breasts, slim waist, sleek legs.
She climbed onto the bed, spread her legs.
M-legs.
The most explicit, welcoming pose.
"Come put it in. Give me as much as you can, as deep as possible."
She parted her cheeks invitingly.
Pink entrance beckoned.
"Ha..."
A sigh escaped.
This place is heaven.
Thank you, God.
This semen I cursed has led me to paradise.
Dropped my pants.
My raging member sprang free.
Examiner's eyes widened.
"Oh my..."
A smile curved her lips.
"You'll pass. I can tell before it even goes in."
I mounted the bed, where the dazzling woman welcomed me.
Royal Jelly.
One shot's all it takes.