Chapter 59
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: The Woman Immune to Sperm Pay (2)
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“There are occasional immunes out there. People with rare constitutions that don't respond well to the magnetic field.”
“So, is Bae Jiyoon one of those cases?”
“If it were just a rare constitution, that'd actually be a relief.”
A quiet afternoon.
Seoyeon said this as she brewed coffee at the café.
“You know how hypnosis works on some people but not others, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
The last day of summer break.
I'm at Seoyeon's café, consulting with her about what happened with Bae Jiyoon.
I don't particularly want to do anything with that girl.
But since she's a rare case immune to the magnetic field, I figured it was better to report it to Seoyeon.
“Resistance to suggestions isn't all that common.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Even then, prolonged exposure to the magnetic field usually overcomes it, so it's not a big issue. But look at this.”
Seoyeon showed me Bae Jiyoon's data.
At a glance, every metric was noticeably lower compared to other women.
“For starters, she absolutely despises you, Jinwoo.”
“I know that much.”
“Basically, she doesn't like men. It's a classic queen bee trait.”
“Why? Aren't queen bees the ones who drag guys around because they like them?”
“Well, some are like that.”
Seoyeon chuckled and continued her explanation.
“This girl doesn't see men as romantic interests—she just views them as tools for her own needs.”
“I think I get it.”
“Yeah. You could safely say she hates men, for now.”
“So she likes women?”
“Nah, doesn't seem like that either. It's more like she's never had a reason to like men in the first place.”
“Tricky.”
“Hehe. At least her pussy's definitely virgin territory.”
...
Every time Seoyeon drops a word like 'pussy' with that innocent face of hers, it creates this massive sense of dissonance.
“Anyway, strong hypnosis resistance, distrust of men, and an insane level of hatred toward you, Jinwoo!”
Seoyeon said 'hatred' with extra emphasis, practically beaming with excitement.
“She's got all three factors in spades. This one's gonna be a real challenge. Hehehe.”
Even from the gist of it, she sounded like a pain in the ass.
And honestly, I don't like her either.
“The resistance should wear down with constant exposure to the magnetic field near you, Jinwoo. But the rest is on you.”
“Then I'll just skip paying for her.”
I had no reason to bother with her.
That day, I just got a peek at her defenseless panties and popped a boner—that was it.
No matter what anyone said about how pretty she was, to me, she was just an ugly queen bee.
And I had plenty of other women I could pay for.
Seoyeon looked at my expression and smiled quietly.
“Hehehe. Can't do that.”
“Huh?”
“Classes start tomorrow—you'll start the payment process right away.”
“Why?”
“Jinwoo, you're in the middle of clinical trials, right? Isn't the whole point of the testing period to gather data on uncertainties like this?”
“Uh... yeah, I guess.”
“Then the tester needs to take it seriously.”
“...”
“And I need to build up my performance metrics too.”
So that's her angle.
“More importantly, we can't have someone resistant to suggestions hanging around you, Jinwoo. What if they figure out who we are?”
“Well... what if I still don't want to?”
“No choice then. We'd have to assassinate her.”
“...???”
She drops these lines sometimes where you can't tell if she's serious or joking.
Or hell, with Sperm Pay being so out there already, maybe she really would.
“You serious?”
“Does it sound like a joke?”
No matter how bad our relationship is,
assassination just for getting tangled up with me unluckily? That's overkill.
“Besides, there are tons of clinical trial volunteers. If you're not diligent, we'll have to revoke your pay.”
...!!
I could see she was baiting me, but
I couldn't argue with the need to collect data during trials.
“Sigh... fine. I'll give it a shot.”
Only then did Seoyeon look satisfied.
“Jinwoo, have you ever trained a female assistant before?”
“...Huh?”
“Sigh. Never mind. You were a total solo dude before me, huh? Hmm... how do I explain this.”
Seoyeon pointed at my dick with her finger.
“This guy. You gotta tame her completely with it. Make it so she can't function in daily life without your dick, Jinwoo.”
“Isn't that just porn fantasy stuff?”
“It won't be easy. Not unless she's some massive pervert. Especially with Jiyoon—she's got some man-hating vibes and zero sex drive.”
“...”
“She gets her satisfaction from popularity instead of lust.”
“...And you want me to train her?”
“Your dick might do the trick, Jinwoo. It's fucking huge, right? And the shape's pretty grotesque.”
You've seen it, huh.
...Of course you have.
“That monster cock might just work. Even I still think about that day you... fuck, blasted it everywhere sometimes.”
“Did you just swear?”
“Hohoho. Guess you're not a total idiot. Anyway!”
She's still holding that drunken hookup against me.
I could feel the bite in her words.
“Go conquer her with that massive tool. I've been bored lately with you just eyeing the fish already in your pond. This is perfect!”
With that, our conversation ended, and I left the café.
Seoyeon didn't forget her final reminder.
“Keep this in mind. Even if you succeed in paying for her, it's not over. How you handle future payments is all on you, Jinwoo.”
Classes started, and a week had already passed.
In that time, I'd been stalking Bae Jiyoon's SNS and Nutube, diligently tailing her everywhere she went.
My head hurt.
Jiyoon didn't have a part-time job, so I couldn't use her as a seller.
And trying any transfer payments? She'd catch on and bolt immediately.
What could I do? She had my pay as hostage.
'Sigh... gotta aim for the stars if I want to pick them.'
Besides classes, Jiyoon was always busy with other activities.
Following her around, I picked up on a few things.
First off, annoying as she was, damn, she was pretty.
With all her subscribers, she must be rolling in cash—dressed in luxury brands that suited her perfectly.
As a freshman, she was just a cute classmate.
Now? She felt like a celebrity attending our school.
Jiyoon always looked at me—like the outcast I was—with utter contempt.
But to everyone else whose image she needed to manage, she was endlessly kind and smiling.
'No wonder the fangirls eat it up.'
And another thing I noticed.
She was living harder than I expected.
Especially during her school promo model shoots.
Suiting up and presenting in front of crowds made me feel oddly off.
She was my age,
but she seemed light-years ahead in the real world, stirring up a weird respect in me.
Of course, that vanished the second I saw her handing her bags off to the guys trailing behind her.
Time passed, and it was late afternoon.
Classes ended, and I was about to spy on Bae Jiyoon's SNS in some quiet spot alone when a familiar voice called out.
“Jinwoo—!”
It was Hana noona.
She approached beaming, hugged my waist, and looked up at me.
“Noona, what if someone sees?”
“Oops. That bad?”
Guess our built-up intimacy led to unconscious skinship.
“Heading to the library?”
“Yeah. Jinwoo, why haven't you been coming lately?”
“Just... got some headache-inducing stuff going on.”
“Oh? Hmm... not today either?”
“Dunno. Why?”
The short noona stood on tiptoes and whispered in my ear.
“Noona's safe today. You can pay up a ton!”
She headed to the library, her skirt swishing.
The epitome of a pure, cute college girl.
Watching her back, my dick stiffened right away, but...
“Haa...”
Why am I suffering over Bae Jiyoon when happiness is right here?
I pulled out a cigarette and headed to the smoking booth, but—as if fate hated me—Jiyoon approached.
“Hey, loser. Look at me for a sec.”
Couldn't even bear to touch me, huh.
She poked me with her fingernail, glanced around, and dragged me to a secluded spot.
“Hey, we agreed to pretend we don't know each other after classes started, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Hah... but? Why do you keep getting on my nerves? You stalking me?”
“Yeah.”
“...Huh? Yeah? Damn, you're so brazen I got nothing to say.”
Jiyoon looked dumbfounded.
“Fine, at least you're owning it. This why you're doing it?”
'Huh?'
Jiyoon rummaged in her bag and pulled something out.
“No way you got feelings for me, so if you're still following, you must want something.”
What she pulled out was that AirPods I'd sold on Carrot a few days back.
“You want this, right? Too bad. After that day, I don't wanna transact with you at all.”
I'd totally forgotten.
Not like I needed it anyway.
“Anyway, you free this weekend?”
“Nah, I'm busy.”
“What. What does a loser like you have going on weekends? Don't just game at home—help me out.”
She had some princess event on the weekend.
Needed a day manager, and the guy who'd agreed bailed last minute.
“Help me, and I'll give you these AirPods. Mutual help, right!”
Mutual help my ass.
Work me all day for a measly 30,000 won?
She's out of her mind.
“Hey, wipe that look off your face. Don't want to? Fine. Tons of other guys dying to help.”
That cocky expression.
But what choice did I have?
Had to get closer somehow, lower that hatred level.
“Nah, I'll do it. I need those AirPods bad. Been using one ear only, and my ear's about to fall off.”
“Good. Come pick me up then—Dad's driving me, so time it right and pull up where I'll be.”
...I don't have a car.
“Gimme your phone. We don't even have each other's numbers.”
I handed over my Retro Phone.
“Puhahaha! What the hell is this? Hilarious! First time seeing one like this! You're actually funny for once, loser.”
Fuck off.
This thing's a beast of a phone.
“Anyway! Be there on time that day. Don't show, and you're dead.”
With that, she headed back.
Her backside, befitting a beauty contest winner.
Could I really pay for this girl properly?
I waited for the weekend to come.