I'll Get You Pregnant! (2)

The hospital sat right in the heart of the capital, and it showed — the place was absolutely packed, a roaring sea of voices from wall to wall.

"Shit! Choi Yeo-jin! You fucking bitch! Where the hell did you go! It's too busy!"

Elisha the elf looked every bit the picture of innocent beauty, but her Korean was a wreck and her mouth was filthier than a sailor's. She was drowning out there, sorting patients all by herself and running herself ragged.

The waiting room was already overflowing with gorgeous women.

The examination room door creaked open.

The first patients stepped out. The two women clung to each other for support, both of them trembling so hard in the legs they could barely walk, their faces glowing with a bliss so raw it turned every head in the room as they made their way toward the center of the waiting area.

"Oh my god, smell that. I'm drooling."

"That's semen. It almost smells like flowers, though. What the hell? That's nothing like what I found when I searched 'semen' online."

"I need to get in there. Like, now. So this is real natural pregnancy."

"That's what you pay the big money for. The scent carries all the way out here. I want to wear it as perfume."

The whispers rippled through the crowd as every eye locked onto the pair. It wasn't just the waiting room — even the people lined up outside on the street had turned to stare.

And then it happened.

The two of them stopped at the one spot where every single person in the building could see them, legs shaking violently, and clasped each other's hands right in the heart of the hospital.

"I— I can't hold it anymore!"

"Nngh! Me neither! Haaaaaah!"

The one in the innocent housewife dress hiked it up first. The gray fabric was already soaked so dark it had gone nearly black, and she dragged it all the way to her waist. Beside her, Cha Jin-seon yanked up her tennis skirt.

Lodged in each of their pussies was a thick white vaginal plug.

"Nnh!"

"Haaah!"

Pop! Pop!

The plugs shot free with a pair of cheerful little pops and bounced across the floor.

And then it came — a torrent, a flood, semen gushing out of them in thick, viscous ropes that soaked the tiles like someone had dumped a bucket of white slime across the waiting room.

"Oh my god! Look at that!"

"I've never in my life heard of a man with that kind of stamina!"

"That's real? That's actually real?"

Semen coated both women from their inner thighs ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all the way down their legs.

"Holy shit!"

A few women in the crowd couldn't take it. They rushed over and tasted it right there on the floor.

"I can't believe this! This is insane!"

Cha Jin-seon had always been the wet type, and now her own juices came pouring out on top of the semen, gushing in a second wave that splattered across the tiles.

"How happy do you have to be to squirt that much?"

"I'm so jealous."

"Coming here was the right call."

"I have to brag about this to my friends."

"This place is about to become an SNS holy site."

Phones came out by the dozen. Everyone was filming. Choi Yeo-jin had been filming too, of course — and not just this. She'd recorded the entire procedure, start to finish.

On the CCTV.

The deal with them had already been sealed.

"Haaaaaah!"

"Nnnngh!"

The two women stood lost in afterglow, trembling through the last waves of it, as a waterfall of semen and girl-cum poured from between their legs. The vaginal plugs rode the current across the floor and bumped against a waiting customer's foot.

Later on, this would become a trend — the same way baseball and basketball games ended with balls and T-shirts tossed into the stands.

And a superstition took root: whoever caught a vaginal plug thrown from a woman's nethers was guaranteed to get pregnant on the spot.

That day, our clinic hit number one on the real-time search rankings.

"Heheheh."

I cracked a can of beer after work and scrolled through the internet reactions, savoring every last comment.

"Master, dinner is ready."

Choi Yeo-jin had made kimchi stew. She called me over.

"Yeah."

I picked up a spoon and sat down with her.

The bathroom door creaked open, and a cloud of steam rolled out. Ryu Su-gyeong stepped through it with nothing but a towel covering her chest and her lower half.

I took one look and sprayed stew across the table.

"Do not look upon this."

"Yes, ma'am."

I said it. And then I looked anyway.

Centuries of martial training had left her with a body so flawless it didn't have a single ounce of waste on it. What really got me was those watermelon-sized breasts — she'd been hiding them under that baggy martial artist's robe this whole time. They were a good three ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cup sizes bigger than I'd imagined.

"I can feel that intense gaze of yours."

"No you can't."

"You little pervert."

She was a high elf who'd lived for hundreds of years. Men were pebbles in the road to her.

She slipped back into that shapeless training robe.

Three adults around a tiny table made the kitchen-slash-living-room feel even smaller than it already was.

"Could you scoot over?"

"I have already made more than enough room."

"No, you haven't. Those giant stupid tits are taking up the whole table."

"Hmph! Flat-chested girls like you could never understand the plight of the well-endowed."

I broke up the fight before it went any further.

"Anyway, it's pretty cramped in a studio, huh? Hang in there a little longer and I'll get us a bigger place."

"It is fine. I have served in far worse places than this. Running water and electricity make this the finest post I have ever been assigned."

She was a walking strategic weapon — a martial master of that caliber. The places that called for her were the kind of places where people died. Charging ten billion won to bodyguard someone somewhere that wasn't an active war zone was, if anything, a bargain.

My arm bumped something soft.

"Ah! Sorry."

"There is no need to apologize. It is merely that my breasts are too large."

Trying to eat together in a space this small meant my arm kept finding her chest. They swayed. I pressed in by accident. They gave.

"I keep running into them."

"You need not apologize each time. I am quite accustomed to it."

"Hngh! Master! Touch my breasts too!"

"Don't need to."

"Nnh!"

After dinner, Choi Yeo-jin did the dishes and I went to watch TV.

"Where's the remote?"

I reached across the couch for it, missed my footing, and toppled sideways — which sent both of my hands out in a perfectly natural, completely accidental arc that landed squarely on Ryu Su-gyeong's chest.

Soft. Impossibly, outrageously soft.

"Sorry."

"Enough. Be more careful next time."

"Yes, ma'am."

I turned on the TV. The news was on.

This was the news? I stared at the screen with my mouth hanging open.

"Unhand me."

"Huh?"

I looked at Ryu Su-gyeong, still reeling from the broadcast, and found my hands sitting on her chest.

"I'm sorry!"

"It is nothing. My breasts are simply too large."

She carried herself like a woman who had never felt a flicker of lust in her life. Then again, after a few hundred years, everything probably felt monotonous.

I lay down on the bed to sleep. Ryu Su-gyeong lay down right beside me.

"Why are you lying next to me?"

"There is but one bed. What would you have me do?"

"Still, lying right next to me is a little…"

"It is fine. Close-quarters protection is essential if one is to guard a client."

And then she took off her clothes. Black, devastatingly sexy lingerie was the only thing covering anything that mattered.

"Why are you taking your clothes off?"

"I have always slept unclothed."

"So have I, but I've been holding back out of respect for you, White Plum."

"Do as you please."

I read the room, then took off my underwear. Ryu Su-gyeong lay down with her sword in its elegant black scabbard resting beside her. White and pink plum blossoms were engraved along the sheath.

The second I tried anything funny, that blade was coming for my dick.

I had to hold out. Tomorrow I'd be playing doctor with dozens of beautiful women all over again. I just had to make it until then. Please.

Choi Yeo-jin climbed onto the bed next to me.

"Since when does a slave pup get to sleep in the same place as her master? You sleep on the floor."

"Hngh! Yes, sir."

She looked happy about it. I was pretty sure she'd done that on purpose just to get degraded.

I turned off the light and settled in.

My arm found something soft.

"Sorry."

"Do not apologize for every little thing."

"Yes, ma'am."

I was full-on groping a pair of watermelon breasts and Ryu Su-gyeong's face said she could not have cared less.

The night passed like that.

Morning came. Sunlight spilled through the window.

"Nnh…"

I opened my eyes to find Ryu Su-gyeong's breasts crushed over my entire face.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

I made noise. She didn't so much as twitch. Those watermelon tits were cutting off my air.

You know… this isn't the worst way to go.

I licked them.

She jolted upright.

"Ah. It seems I have made a blunder."

She stretched, working the sleep out of her body. Her underarms smelled incredible.

I glanced at her black scabbard. The tip of it was glistening.

"I shall wash first."

She disappeared into the bathroom.

"Master."

Choi Yeo-jin crept up onto the bed the moment she was gone.

"That woman was masturbating with her scabbard all night."

"What?"

"That holier-than-thou slut was grinding her pussy against her scabbard like an animal. And from dawn onward she was pinning you down with those tits."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I thought she'd kill me if I did."

Fair enough. Ryu Su-gyeong was a master among masters, and Choi Yeo-jin was still a kid by Murim standards.

"Women like her have too much pride, so please don't bother with her. And if you ever need a pussy, mine is always wet and ready, so…"

"Good girl. What a well-behaved little slave."

"Nnh!"

I stroked her pussy for her.

"But you still haven't worked off all your penalty points, so you'd better keep trying your hardest for me."

"Yesss! I'll— I'll do my very best for you, Master!"

"Good. And I've got a favor to ask."

"Yes! Anything, just name it!"

I leaned in and whispered something against her ear.

"Hehehe. I knew it. Master's a pervert too."

I left a handprint on her ass.

"Nnh!"

"You filthy little thing."

"Hehehe."

The clinic ran like a dream.

We weren't doing walk-in procedures the way we had on opening day anymore.

"When are you free? I'll book you a procedure date."

"The day after tomorrow."

I built out the patients' schedules. Ten at a time. Forty minutes a session. Seven teams a day. Seventy women impregnated every single day.

Unlike the beginning, I almost never had sex with anyone more than once — not unless she was a genuine, once-in-a-generation beauty. The news had done us a favor there. The second they announced that only beauties could be seen, the only people who showed up from across the country were the ones who already thought they qualified.

If a woman was stunning enough, I knocked a little off the price. That happened a lot.

I saw about a hundred patients a day, and between the pregnancies and the other treatments it came out to roughly ten million won a head.

A billion won a day.

Men even got tax breaks for contributing to the population. The money was disgustingly good.

That's right. I was a tycoon.

"Next, please come in."

I was taking them three or four at a time now, just to keep the appointments moving. Anyone who wasn't here for a specific illness or cosmetic work only needed a procedure date, so I gave them a quick little "examination" and booked them.

I pulled up their information on the computer and looked them over.

Yeah. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The quality has gone way up.

I smiled, in an excellent mood, and opened my mouth.

"Alright. Could you all spread your pussies for me?"