The Breeding Uncle Lives a Normal Life
"Ugh... Is it morning already?"
I woke to the shrill beeping of my phone alarm.
It was five in the morning.
Stretching my arms wide, I got ready for my morning workout.
Work started at nine, so on the surface four hours seemed like more than enough. For me, though, it was never sufficient.
Because...
Today's A-yeong's first day of university. I need to put in real effort.
Today was the day my adopted daughter—the girl I'd raised like my own—started college.
"Careful, careful..."
I opened and closed my bedroom door as quietly as possible so I wouldn't wake A-yeong next door.
Creak.
The dilapidated door let out a sound like rolling thunder.
She... she didn't wake up, did she?
If I ruined her first day by waking her too early, it would honestly break my heart.
I pressed my ear gently against her door and listened.
A soft snore reached me.
"Zzz..."
Phew... Thank goodness.
This run-down two-room apartment had zero soundproofing. Every time I left for my morning exercise, I worried I'd disturb her sleep.
Creak.
I stepped carefully across the noisy floorboards until I reached the entryway.
When will I finally escape this place?
I laced up my sneakers, wondering when I'd be able to upgrade from this shabby apartment.
Sigh...
Probably not anytime soon. Not until A-yeong graduates, at least.
Raising one child had drained my bank account. I'd tightened my belt to send her to university, so a nicer place was out of reach. We made do in this old two-room apartment.
Still, when I heard she'd studied hard, stayed out of trouble, and earned the top admission spot at Hanam University, the joy I felt was indescribable.
"Kyaaak!"
"What is it, A-yeong?"
"Look at this! Dad! This!"
"Is this real? Really?"
"Yes! How'd I do? I did great, right? Praise me!"
I smiled at the memory of us hugging tightly, happy beyond words, and treating ourselves to a special dinner that day.
"I'm so proud of you, my daughter."
And today was her first day of classes. Dad had to step up.
First, a quick workout. Stop by the convenience store for snacks on the way back. Then I'll start cooking.
The thought of making a delicious breakfast for the girl I'd raised with all my heart brought a smile to my face.
I glanced back at her door one last time, then slowly opened the front door and stepped outside.
"Hoo... Let's run hard again today."
The crisp morning air greeted me. Dawn dew had formed a light mist that caught the rising sun, turning the scene into a living painting.
"Beautiful..."
It was still early, so the alley was peacefully empty. I jogged through the neighborhood with birdsong as my soundtrack, feeling good—until a crude moan suddenly pierced the quiet.
"Mm... Ha! W-wait... There's a guy right there... Ohh!"
The sound instantly soured my refreshed mood.
Ha... Not this again.
From the very start of the day, a couple was going at it behind a pile of trash, indulging in outdoor exposure play and shattering my pleasant morning.
Did they really think no one could see them? Or rather, they were pretending no one could see them—that's why they were talking like that.
I kept jogging, trying to ignore the noise, but their conversation drifted over anyway.
"Why are you being like this? You said no one would be around this early."
"B-but... ngh!"
Pretend you don't see. Pretend you don't see.
When I continued pretending not to notice, the man glanced in my direction and delivered a familiar line.
"See? I told you no one can see us here."
"Still... hngh!"
"Just hold your moans in somehow. Then we won't get caught."
Ha... Those moans are really something.
Maybe it was because I was exercising, but my massive cock began to stiffen at the sound.
At a time like this, someone might wonder: Why not just acknowledge it?
Why pretend I didn't see a situation like this?
But after living in this world for several years, I knew one absolute rule: never get involved.
The moment you did, you'd be forcibly dragged into the erotic situation and forced to see it through to the end.
My role, after all, was Breeding Uncle.
If I got pulled into something like that, I'd have no choice but to vulgarly pin that woman down and keep going until I impregnated her.
And I absolutely despised that.
You are a Breeding Uncle. Have an enjoyable sex life.
When I first regained consciousness in this world, that was the only message that appeared.
While I stood there confused by the incomprehensible situation, a middle-aged woman happened to be lying on the ground right in front of me.
It was a situation where I absolutely, positively should not have felt any arousal. But the Breeding Uncle trait didn't care about that. The mere fact that a woman was present made me get hard instantly.
My mind flooded with bizarre thoughts of impregnating her, and my body moved beyond my control in a terrifying way. Remembering that first horrific experience sent chills down my spine even now.
These days... I can control it to some degree.
Still, it was dangerous. The safest choice was to avoid giving it any fuel whatsoever.
I forcefully ignored the boiling lust and poured everything into my run, shaving ten full minutes off my usual time.
"Huff... Huff... Still, this overflowing virility does come in handy during workouts."
Before long I had reached the convenience store near my apartment.
Grab the snacks and head straight back.
Ding-ding.
When I stepped inside, a bright smile and a familiar face greeted me.
It was the part-timer, Han Ji-su.
"Ah! Hello, Mister!"
"Hey, good to see you, Ji-su. Night shift again today?"
"Hehe. Yes."
"...Isn't it dangerous?"
"Oh! It's fine! Ever since you chased off that perverted old man last time, nothing's happened!"
"...That's good, but it's still risky. Maybe ask the owner to switch your hours?"
"Ugh... I really don't want to talk to the owner..."
True... He does have an unlikable face.
But after chatting with him a few times, I realized he was just an unattractive young man with a decent personality.
He did suffer from one unusual condition, though.
The Ejaculation-Deprivation Death Disease. If he held back from ejaculating, his testicles would necrose and kill him.
I'd secretly gotten him a Sexroid from the lab where I worked—at employee discount—and after that we'd been on good terms, like brothers.
"It's okay. The owner might not be much to look at, but he's not a bad guy."
"Really?"
"Yeah. If it's that bad, I can talk to him for you."
"No, it's fine. Night shift pays better anyway. Plus, if I change shifts I won't get to see you, Mister."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Anyway, a poor student living alone needs the money... Oh, Mister! Some items are about to expire—want to take them?"
Expired goods! Perfect.
Packing lunches was a hassle and cost money, so whenever Ji-su offered these I used them for work meals.
Lucky day indeed.
"Really? I can take them?"
"Yes! I already saved some for myself!"
"Thanks, Ji-su. I'll enjoy them."
The jelly A-yeong loved was on buy-one-get-one, so I grabbed a pack, paid, and handed one to Ji-su.
"Wow! This is for me?"
"Yeah. Thanks for always sharing the expired stuff with me."
"I really like this one. Hehe. Thank you!"
"No problem. I'm the one who's always grateful. Take care finishing up."
"Come back soon!"
I waved back at Ji-su as she saw me off, then headed home.
Click.
I opened and closed the front door as quietly as possible.
Let's see... Is A-yeong still asleep?
I listened carefully. No snoring.
Did she wake up?
When I gently opened her door, I found her lying in bed.
That's unusual. She's not snoring.
Since she was still sleeping, I'd wash up quickly and start breakfast.
I closed the door softly and headed to the bathroom.
"Hoo... Time to wash."
I stripped off my sweat-soaked workout clothes and yanked down my underwear in one motion.
My rock-hard cock sprang out with a heavy bounce.
This damn thing is always like this every morning. So annoying.
This body had far too much virility to be satisfied by exercise alone. I had to jerk off once in the morning and once at night to keep it from running wild.
It was my personal method for managing the Breeding Uncle trait.
Better finish quickly and shower.
Thinking of the couple from the outdoor exposure play earlier, I brought myself to a fast climax.
But when I came—
Ugh. The morning stimulation must have been too intense.
The load was thicker and shot out with far more force than usual. Some of it splattered outside the toilet... in a very unfortunate spot.
"Why is A-yeong's phone here...?"
I stared at the brand-new phone lying at an angle, now splattered with my semen.
The one I bought her as a university admission gift...
I remembered how excited she'd been about its camera quality, snapping photos nonstop.
The problem was that my cum was now all over it—especially a thick glob right on the camera lens.
"Ha... Shit... Is this even going to clean off?"
I wiped it vigorously with wet tissues.
It doesn't smell, does it?
Smelling my own semen was disgusting, but I had to check.
I gave it a cautious sniff.
"No smell. Thank goodness."
After confirming the most critical detail, I carefully set A-yeong's phone outside the bathroom and took a lightning-fast shower.
"Hoo... That feels good."
I finished in record time and stepped out, only to find the phone had disappeared.
"What the...?"
Maybe the sound of the shower had woken her. She came to the bathroom, saw her phone, and took it?
The time was already six thirty. She'd asked me to wake her at six forty, so...
Should I just wake her now?
I walked over and knocked on her door.
"A-yeong. It's six thirty. Time to get up."
"...."
No answer.
Normally I'd let her sleep longer, but today was her first day. She couldn't be late.
I opened the door carefully and stepped inside.
"A-yeong. You need to wake up. It's already six thirty. You have to wash up and eat."
"...."
Why wasn't she answering?
Feeling uneasy, I looked at the bed. She had the blanket pulled all the way over her head.
"A-yeong?"
"...."
Was she sick?
If she's ill on her first day, that's a disaster...
I approached slowly and lifted the blanket. A wave of intense heat rolled out, and I saw the top of her head.
Whoa, what is this heat...?
It felt like heater air pouring from under the covers. A mix of sweat, skin, and body wash scent hit my nose.
But... sweat?
It was still spring—the nights were cold. Worried she might have caught a cold, I pulled the blanket down a little more.
Wireless earphones were in her ears. Her ears and forehead were flushed bright red. Something was clearly wrong.
Cold sweat?
It couldn't be a cold, could it?
"A-yeong. Are you feeling sick somewhere?"
At my worried question, her head twitched in surprise and she burrowed deeper under the blanket.
"N-no!"
"Then why are you sweating so much? Your skin's red and you're burning up. Are you sure it's not a cold?"
"I-I'm fine, Dad. I'll come out soon, so please leave for a second! I'm... not wearing underwear..."
I jumped back in surprise.
"R-really? Sorry, A-yeong. I've already washed up, so go ahead and shower. If you're sick, you have to tell me, okay?"
"Y-yeah. I will!"
As I closed the door, I let out a breath.
That was close.
No matter how long I'd raised her or how much we'd seen of each other over the years, she was still a girl. Showing her father that kind of sight would be embarrassing.
I calmed my racing heart and started cooking.
A short while later, the bedroom door opened and I heard a yawn.
"Yaaawn. Good morning, Dad."
"Morning. You feeling okay, A-yeong?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Good. You were sweating, so go wash up and—"
When I turned to check on her again, an embarrassing sight filled my vision.
"Shin A-yeong! Didn't I tell you not to walk around in just your underwear!"
I quickly looked away. A-yeong answered in a languid voice.
"Aw, why not? It's comfortable. Besides, these aren't underwear—they're leggings."
"Ha... Shin A-yeong. Change your clothes while I'm still asking nicely."
When I spoke firmly, she offered a half-hearted excuse.
"...I'll change after I shower. Because of the sweat and all."
"Then hurry up and shower."
"Okay~."
Even after I finished stir-fried pork, seasoned bean sprouts, seaweed soup, and fried an egg, A-yeong still hadn't come out of the bathroom.
It was already seven forty.
"...What on earth is taking her so long?"
We needed to eat soon so I could drop her off before heading to work. Girls took time to get ready, sure, but this long?
Worried something might be wrong, I walked toward the bathroom where the water was still running.