Semen Duty: Kang Ah-jin (1)
A week later.
“So anyway, everyone, I think I’ll rest at my parents’ place for a few days and then get back to concert prep.
That’s it for today, and I’ll see you in the next vlog.
Until then, everyone, annyeong~~”
Yu-na waved at the camera and pressed the stop button.
The radiant smile vanished from her lips.
“Yu-na, can Dad come out to the living room now?”
Han Dong-jin asked through the crack of the bedroom door.
“Ugh, whatever.”
Han Yu-na scrunched her brow and buried herself into the sofa.
An elegant, bewitching face. An idol with a mysterious beauty people claimed even AI couldn’t fabricate, and a voluptuous body to match. The girl group Kayra had recently begun a steep rise in popularity, largely driven by fancam videos of her as leader.
As Kayra’s main vocalist and an unmatched dancer, she’d proven herself in songwriting and composing, and even acting, on top of it all—
Then a video of her looking after her fans on a bitter winter day made the rounds online, and word spread that her character was as good as her looks.
Among her foreign fans, she was known as the ‘Goddess of Perfection.’
“Dad, if you ruin my life, I swear I’ll kill myself.”
Her hidden true self was a textbook spoiled brat of a daughter—the kind who threatened her own father with suicide.
Han Dong-jin approached Yu-na in gray sweatpants, an apologetic, gutted expression on his face.
“Dad’s sorry, Yu-na.”
“That’s exactly why I told you not to go on that economics whatever show in the first place. Seriously, why can’t you ever just listen to me? Why!”
If Han Dong-jin’s face and name had never become public in the first place, Lee Han-seok would have had no real means of taking revenge on him, and there would have been no need to worry about collateral damage landing on Yu-na, either.
“The bank told me to leave, so I... Yu-na. Dad’s friend said Dad never touched him. I never bullied that kid. His friends did it, and I just happened to be nearby. That’s the truth.”
“Then why the hell did you come find me out of nowhere and spew that garbage!”
A week earlier.
Ninety-S Entertainment, CEO Park Heung-jin’s office.
“CEO, you called for me?”
Yu-na had been summoned mid-dance-practice.
“Ah, Yu-na. Come here and have a seat.”
As she entered, Park Heung-jin waved her toward the sofa. Across from him, an unfamiliar man gave Yu-na a brief glance before returning his gaze to his teacup.
Who is that? Did we have someone like him at our agency? An actor? A rookie? Look at those shoulders, those muscles. Decent face, too. How old is he?
“Go on, say hello. This is Lee Han-seok, CEO of a drama production company. He’s producing a drama based on a webtoon, and he was curious whether you’d be interested in a lead role. You know Director Park Yeon-seong, right? He’s the one directing—there was no way we could leave you out.”
Yu-na felt a flicker of wariness at the name Lee Han-seok, which she had never heard before—but the moment Director Park Yeon-seong’s internationally renowned name came up, her interest was suddenly piqued.
Park Heung-jin’s phone rang.
“One moment, please. Excuse me just a second... Yes? A scratch? Why my car? I’ll be right there. My apologies. Please, carry on.”
He took the call and left the office.
Lee Han-seok took a sip of his warm tea. When Han Yu-na’s eyes met his, she offered an awkward smile.
It was Lee Han-seok who spoke first.
“Miss Han Yu-na.”
“Yes.”
“You’re short on time, so I’ll get straight to the point.”
“Yes.”
“You’re Han Dong-jin’s daughter, aren’t you?”
“Excuse me?”
It was a question she never saw coming.
“Han Dong-jin is your father, isn’t he?”
“Do you... know my dad?”
“He beat the hell out of me in high school. I was bullied to the point where I wanted to die.”
“...”
“He’s doing well for himself these days, I hear—the economics-YouTuber thing. His subscriber count is climbing, too.”
Yu-na asked with wary eyes.
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
“I’m going to take revenge on Han Dong-jin. The kind that makes him regret it down to his bones. I’m going to make his life a living hell.”
“...”
“But if I were to post an exposé online, I realized the fallout might reach you, Miss Yu-na.”
“And?”
Her eyes were ice.
“That’s why I came to see if the innocent Miss Yu-na might have a solution to offer. I’m willing to hear one. Ah—of course, entirely separate from this, the drama production is real, and I have already spoken with Director Park. I recommended you, in fact. His side will be contacting your agency soon. Business is business, after all.”
The confidence in his voice when he mentioned Director Park Yeon-seong was so absolute that it felt real. And if it was real, this was an opportunity she could not afford to miss. Besides—if this had been a simple blackmail attempt, she would have blown up at him on the spot. But the sight of the wronged party calmly asking her to propose a solution left Yu-na’s face frozen in stunned disbelief.
Han-seok continued.
“I’d advise against doing something foolish like repeating what I just said, word for word, to your CEO when he returns. Tearing apart a small, newly growing company like this one would be no effort at all for me.”
Yu-na wasn’t scared.
She didn’t have a shred of proof to believe any of it.
Isn’t this guy just a straight-up con artist?
Lee Han-seok chuckled softly.
“I thought you’d react that way.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your expression says you don’t believe a word of this. Do I look like a scammer to you?”
“Honestly... it’s a little hard to believe.”
“Then check with Dong-jin whether he knows me. Check whether Director Park’s office reaches out or not. Check whether Su-jin suddenly gets pulled off the variety show she’s appearing on, tomorrow. Check whether Bo-ra has a scandal story drop on her in the early morning. Check whether your manager, Lee Byeong-seon, gets his license revoked for drunk driving and replaced. And check why CEO Park happened to get a phone call at exactly the right moment to leave us alone together.”
Yu-na swallowed hard.
Through effort she could barely describe, the road to success was finally coming into view right in front of her.
Han-seok took another leisurely sip of his tea.
“Once everything checks out—whether you consult your father or find a way on your own, prepare a solution to present to me. I’ll contact you when the time comes.”
“Yes. Then I’ll go confirm—”
Han-seok cut her off.
“If anyone, CEO Park included, learns about this conversation, or if you try any clever tricks—then negotiation is off the table. The very next day, this company will simply cease to exist. Even if you move to another agency, or found your own one-person label, work will strangely keep drying up. And the malicious news stories will keep coming, one after another.”
“Yes. Understood.”
“And you might be thinking this: yank Dong-jin off the air immediately and delete his YouTube channel. Before the controversy even breaks, you get ahead of it by posting an apology first. Public opinion turns on this man... If, when all I wanted was compensation for past bullying, you wage that kind of smear campaign—then I guarantee you—”
The muscles in Yu-na’s cheeks trembled.
“—the next day, Han Dong-jin will be kidnapped, surgically dismembered piece by piece, and end up for sale on the Hong Kong black market.”
“...”
“Sounds like a bluff, right? Then let me put it in terms you can feel. Your current boyfriend. Sung-min of Fave, was it? You’ve been dating less than a week, correct? You held hands for the first time yesterday.”
Yu-na’s pupils blew wide.
“You pull anything, and photos of the two of you together go up on the internet immediately.”
“...”
“Ah. And that bastard’s two-timing you. An actress named Jung Na-ri? He’s been seeing her for three years. They even lived together. Consider yourself informed.”
Yu-na’s head dropped.
“Oh—and do prepare well for the acting. It’s a webtoon I love, so I’m looking forward to the adaptation. You happen to be perfect for the role, too. Offer an appropriate solution, and we never have to see each other again. For reference, I have more money than I could rot in, so don’t bother offering cash as your solution.”
Lee Han-seok rose from his seat. Right on cue, CEO Park Heung-jin returned.
“I’ll be looking forward to your performance, Miss Yu-na. CEO.”
“Did you two finish talking? I’m so sorry—someone called saying my car had been scratched, but when I went out, it was perfectly fine. Turns out the caller had dialed the wrong number. Haha.”
Han Yu-na’s pupils quivered.
“I see. I have business to attend to, so I’ll be going.”
“Please take good care of our Yu-na.”
“She’s the type who excels on her own merit. I’m sure she’ll do wonderfully. Isn’t that right, Miss Yu-na?”
Yu-na, who had been sitting there in a daze, lifted her head.
“Huh? Yes...”
“Until we meet again.”
Han-seok stepped out of Park’s office.
“So? How’d it go? You’re taking the role?”
“I need to go down and get more practice in...”
Yu-na hurried out of the office. She pulled out her phone and immediately called her father.
DB Pharmaceuticals office.
Ah-jin and Secretary Kim were each absorbed in their work when the office door swung open.
“Good morning~”
Han-seok arrived at work carrying his morning coffee. Secretary Kim and Ah-jin stood to greet him.
“Boss, you’re here.”
“Good morning.”
“Yep. Yep. Come on, drink up and get to work.”
“Thank you for the coffee.”
“Much appreciated.”
Han-seok, dressed in a tracksuit, took a sip of his americano and asked, “Anything going on today?”
Secretary Kim spoke up.
“There’s a pharmaceutical R&D seminar at 2 PM that you’ll be attending alongside Dr. Jang.”
“Right.”
“Other than that, you have no scheduled appointments. As for items to pass along—the university-district building you acquired a while back—”
“Mm-hm.”
“You may or may not remember, but it had a billiard hall in the basement.”
“Huh? Did it? Oh—isn’t that where I spanked Secretary Kim’s ass?”
Secretary Kim shot a furtive glance toward where Ah-jin was sitting, then continued with a reddening face.
“Once we raised the rent there to the absolute ceiling, they couldn’t sustain it and moved out.”
“What? Already? No fun at all. I was planning to visit a few more times.”
“Anything else?”
“The minor matters you told me not to report individually—I’ve compiled them and sent them by email.”
“In that case... let’s see. Who’s on semen duty today?”
“Me, today.”
Ah-jin, who had been pasting petty-cash receipts onto an A4 sheet, thrust her hand straight up in the air.
Jang Eun-ha, Kim Ha-in, and Kang Ah-jin—all three addicted to EX74-laced semen, unable to make it through a single day without a dose of Han-seok’s.
Until only a few days ago, the experiments had doubled as an outlet for their desire, and whenever one of them begged badly enough, he’d oblige her.
The three women had each stored the EX74 semen they received during those sessions and rationed it out a drop at a time, holding the addiction symptom called [Estrus] at bay.
But then came the days when all three begged at once, or all three claimed their reserves had run dry and demanded a fresh supply—and more and more often, Han-seok found himself ejaculating several times a day.
At this rate, my bones will rot away and I’ll die before I ever finish developing the drug or get my revenge.
So they had agreed outright: a fixed semen-duty rotation, with only one woman receiving from Han-seok each day.
The collected semen would be stored in a single place, to be divided among the three of them.
Whenever an experiment came up, the rotation order was shuffled. And for whoever simply couldn’t endure the wait—short of actual ejaculation, but exactly once a day, for a strictly limited time—he would relieve her with his cock, wherever she wanted it most.