Chapter 28
Even after wrapping up a fulfilling day with Baek Geum-hwa, my routine as the Breeding Uncle doesn't end there. If anything, the night's labors feel even more grueling after all the fun I had during the day.
Clang-clang-!
"Grroooaaargh?!"
A man screaming like a filthy pig should feel some self-loathing, but you never get tired of it, day after day.
In the workshop I'd set up in the basement of my house, I was hammering away at a lump of mithril with a massive hammer in hand.
"If I'd gotten that home security guard gig, I'd be kicking back, sucking on honey while watching CCTV footage!"
With a sigh, my hands—which had been groping the soft bodies of Brynhildr or Park Ayoung just hours ago—were now gripping a hammer instead, slamming down on the glowing red-hot mithril fresh from the forge. What a grind. But it had to be done. You can't breed without eating, after all.
Since I couldn't land that security job, I'm stuck sweating bullets in the Support Department, crafting gear and potions just to survive.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-!!
"Or if I had! Glasses! Hypnosis! Like that senior! Full-on! Hypnosis! How! Great! Would that be!"
Breeding Uncle's Suspicious Knowledge (Passive) is in effect.
Breeding Uncle's Lewd Handiwork is in effect. Masterpiece creation probability increased.
As I grumbled and pounded the mithril, a shimmering glow began to rise from its surface where the hammer struck. Dubious knowledge flooded my mind—stuff that should be used to fondle women, heighten their pleasure, and corrupt them. But my hands, ignoring my will, kept savagely hammering the mithril, reshaping it into something extraordinary.
Breeding Uncle's Suspicious Knowledge (Passive)
• Acquires knowledge of dubious origins.
• Enables crafting of the Breeding Uncle's special aphrodisiacs and drugs.
• Higher skill levels unlock more craftable items.
• Interacts with Breeding Uncle's Lewd Schemes.
Knowledge that should have been used to drug heroines and corrupt them—exclusive to Breeding Uncles—linked up with Breeding Uncle's Lewd Handiwork, which was meant for the same purpose on heroines. Without my input, it optimized every motion for masterpiece creation, forging the massive mithril lump into a work of art.
Clang-!!
"And here, with tears in my eyes, I extract the chudital and the ultimate bojidital secretly milked from Brynhildr—the strongest Valkyrie by author fiat, the world's horniest woman—plus special recipes and secret sauces only the boss knows from every corner of the nation... splurt splurt spluuurt... Oh?"
After hundreds of repetitions and dousing it with my secret sauce, the mithril began to change.
Oing!? The mithril's shape is...!
That familiar phrase and glow I'd seen somewhere before, and the mithril floated up, evolving on its own. It felt just like watching a Pokémon evolve. Tossing the hammer aside, I wiped the sweat pouring down my body and muttered at the mithril.
"Before I hammered her, she was just a lump of mithril. When I pounded her, she was forged in my hands into a Dragon Slayer."
Her? Planning to become a poet now? Quoting someone just to call that filthy thing...
As I spouted nonsense at my hard-earned creation, the System hit me with a disdainful message like I was some scorned onion.
I pouted and shot back at her. "You've been ramping up the criticism lately, huh? I fucked Brynhildr's pussy today—what's your problem? Why so grumpy?"
I want more pussy-raping. Your current life matters, Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom, but this world's future matters more, so I have no choice but to whip you. Doesn't my abuse get you excited? Doesn't it piss you off enough to wanna rape some pussy?
"...A little?"
Judging that criticism levels must be increased further.
"No, I was kidding—stop that right now."
Of course. The System might seem utterly emotionless at a glance, but her (I wanna believe she's a girl, even if I don't know) whole purpose is assisting in training heroines. Over the past year of my honest living—no pussy-raping, just diligent work—she's probably trying to motivate me to get back to business. But why choose insults and abuse as her method?
I chided the endlessly pussy-obsessed System like a parent. "You know this, right? Gaining social status like this actually makes Breeding Uncle activities easier."
I know. The higher Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom's social status, the easier the activities.
Do I enjoy this backbreaking labor? No. But for me, it's essential.
"Just wait a bit. You know it's about time to reap the rewards, right?"
...Looking forward to it.
"Yeah, you do have some patience... Oh?"
As the System backed off like "I'll be watching," right on cue, the glowing mithril flared brighter. Gear complete. I reached into the light, feeling the hefty weight and long hilt of a greatsword settle into my grip. Drawing it out like unsheathing from a scabbard, a massive blade matching the dubious blueprint in my head emerged, smashing the anvil below to pieces.
"Kya, now that's a greatsword."
Too big for a mere sword—enormously thick, more like a iron mace than a blade. My eyes sparkled in admiration, but soon a System window popped up with its name and effects.
◈ Each use increases the wielder's lust.
◈ Reduces shame and resistance to lewd acts with Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom.
◈ Instills desire for lewd acts with Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom.
◈ Grows stronger as the wielder becomes more depraved.
◈ Equipped by a corrupted heroine: Evolves into Sow's Greatsword.
Great power demands a price. Forged by Breeding Uncle Kang Han-beom's suspicious knowledge and lewd touch, this blade will eagerly corrupt its wielder for its creator.
"Kya, this is a true masterpiece."
This is what a masterpiece looks like. A greatsword that lewdens its wielder with every swing. And it even breeds loyalty to its creator—me—making them crave naughty fun with me. If that's not perfection, what is?
I planted a kiss on the pommel as a "let's get along" gesture and checked the time. Appointment with the client was nearing.
"She should be here by now, right?"
I dragged the greatsword out of the workshop. Even I, its creator, could only haul it like this—its 165cm length and sheer weight a testament to its power. Could any Valkyrie even swing it? But surprisingly, there was one who could. After all, I made it practically for her.
"Heading out to meet her now! Ugh, why's it so damn heavy..."
Grunting as I dragged it outside, the door swung open to reveal a blonde-tanned big-titted bombshell glaring at me like a fierce lioness.
After my grueling labor, meeting this 180cm tall beauty had my lips curling into a grin I didn't bother hiding. I flashed a sleazy smile at Baek Geum-hwa, this world's main heroine.
"Heh heh heh, you made it?"
"...The goods?"
"Of course they're ready. Solid mithril, won't bend or break, top-tier cutting power—just like you asked. Now, show some gratitude to this body."
"Hmph..."
Instead of words, she snorted and snatched the greatsword from me. Lifting one-handed what even I could barely drag, Baek Geum-hwa inspected the Lewd Greatsword, then swung it around like a twig, whipping up gusts of wind. Satisfied, she nodded and turned to me.
"Balance is perfect. Especially how it swings just how I want."
"Balance is good for you. Normal folks would complain they can't even lift it. Anyway, I fulfilled your request, so time for my payment... heh heh."
"Ugh..."
Her satisfied expression soured the moment I spoke. She glared like a savage lion.
"You swung it yourself—you know its value better than anyone. Don't wanna pay up? Then cough up cash."
"You know I don't have that kinda money..."
"Then you got just one thing to offer. Heh heh..."
Ignoring her fierce glare, I flashed my vilest grin and opened the front door. Biting her lip, Baek Geum-hwa shot me another venomous look.
"I know. I proposed it, after all."
"Deal sealed then. Come on in. Bet you're starving again."
"..."
With a grind of her teeth, Baek Geum-hwa followed me slowly through the front door.