Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: The Thief's Main Stat Isn't Luck (1)
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They say to see if a family is getting along, watch them eat. By that standard, our clan was harmonious to an excessive degree.
Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp.
"Here, um, Jungwoo, have some more of this too..."
"Make sure to get some protein as well, sir."
"Hehe, I'm glad it suits your taste."
Yang Jihee's house even had a spacious dining table. The large table was piled high with food fit to break a leg, and most of it was right in front of me.
Yang Jihee, Moon Hayeon, and even Chae Seoah. They were far better at cooking than I'd expected.
The menu changed every day—Western, Korean, Chinese, and more. With all sorts of unexpected dishes prepared, mealtimes had become the highlight of my day.
Chae Seoah especially kept trying to feed me this and that. Well, she was the only one who knew about my bean sprout-stained eating habits from before joining the clan. In a way, it was only natural.
Meanwhile, as I happily pulverized the food, Oroji sat across from me, staring with a thoroughly annoyed look on her face.
"...Do you usually go around starving yourself?"
"Huh?"
"No, I mean..."
I covered my mouth with my hand and chewed, then swallowed.
"What?"
"No, it's not that you didn't hear me... Never mind, just eat a lot."
Oroji spoke as if she'd given up. Her gaze was fixed on the several large, empty plates in front of me.
"Yeah, um, Jungwoo does eat a lot..."
Even Moon Hayeon averted her eyes and muttered softly. Had I eaten that much? I thought it was pretty normal for me.
As I scratched my head, unable to accept it, Chae Seoah spoke up cautiously.
"Normal people can't even handle three servings, Mr. Park Jungwoo. I think you should eat more if you're considering your health, but..."
"Ah... but it's so tasty, I just want to eat more..."
Five servings—what's the big deal? You have to fill your belly when you can.
For instance, what if a monster bursts in while you're eating? You'd regret that dropped meal for years.
I patted my full belly. After eating, the nagging pain in my waist that had stuck around since morning seemed to have eased up a bit.
Of course, the mental shock of Oroji catching me quadruped-walking like some primitive throwback lingered faintly. But compared to the utter bliss of a full stomach, it was trivial.
"Anyway. So why'd you call us here today?"
Oroji wiped her mouth neatly as she spoke. A pile of plates nearly as high as mine sat in front of her too.
The difference? While I'd been working my jaw nonstop to grind down the food, she'd eaten gracefully—but quickly.
At her words, Yang Jihee pulled something out from under the table as if she'd been waiting.
"Tissue box?"
"Today, it's our draw box."
Hehe. She smiled softly, but her eyes weren't smiling.
From experience, I knew that kind of smile hid something insane. I stayed on high alert, senses sharp.
"Actually, when we take turns looking after you, our schedules can get tangled sometimes, right? So I made this to assign duty days by week."
Yang Jihee said it like it was no big deal, but it sparked a whirlwind of thoughts in me.
"Looking after" warmed my heart, but thinking about the reality—milking me dry until my balls were empty—complicated things.
What pissed me off most was Chae Seoah and Moon Hayeon nodding in agreement with sympathetic looks.
"W-well, now that you have skills and all..."
"We need to keep you drained constantly. Considering Seeding's duration, that's the most efficient approach."
I just had to accept that my lower half was about to be managed efficiently.
The Industrial Revolution of handjobs. Damn, it felt disgustingly proud and meaningful.
"...What if I just sit this one out?"
Oroji, who'd been listening quietly, spoke up with a weird expression. I snapped my head up from where it'd been drooping toward the floor and looked at her.
Right. At least one person in this clan still had a normal mindset.
Though there was debate on whether someone who'd jerked off another guy in a bank could be called normal. I decided to think positive.
"But... shouldn't we stock up on the Seeding buff in advance...?"
Yang Jihee made an insane statement in a perfectly rational tone.
"Well... true, but does it have to be me assigning it? As long as it gets touched, it's fine."
"Th-that's..."
I had no idea why, but Moon Hayeon stared at Oroji with deep shock.
Meanwhile, Chae Seoah spoke calmly.
"You don't have to be so embarrassed. We all know."
"Know what? I'm not interested in that stuff."
"Then why'd you do what you did at the bank?"
Chae Seoah clasped her hands prayer-like, then spread them slightly as she spoke. Oroji was the target, but why did it hurt me more? The world was unfair.
"Honestly, if you opt out, my turn comes sooner, which is great for me. But considering the Seeding buff, our schedules, and conditions, it's better if we all share the load."
She spoke like it was divvying up unpleasant chores, but I knew her intentions weren't that noble.
Probably guarding against someone sneaking in later or touching during off-turns.
Well, she had the most contact time down there by count, so her words lacked zero persuasive power.
Oroji's face soured slightly. She sighed, scratching the back of her head vigorously.
"Argh, fine. I knew what I was signing up for when I joined..."
I wished she'd protested a bit more. Feeling oddly glum, I stared at the tissue box that would decide my fate.
Hehe. "Great. Who wants to go first?"
Yang Jihee looked smug. Oroji sighed heavily, dragging her chair back as she stood.
"Better to take the hit first. I'll draw."
"Hehe. We'll redraw every month, but there are three slips for two days and one for one day. Good luck."
Tension flickered across Moon Hayeon and Chae Seoah's faces. Hmm. The one-day slip must be the dud.
Oroji eyed them incredulously, then shoved her hand into the box.
"Huh? What's this? Why's one stuck to the ceiling?"
"Ah, that's...!"
The life drained from my gaze toward Yang Jihee. No wonder she'd been so smug. She'd rigged it.
Ignoring the visibly flustered Yang Jihee, Oroji pulled out her hand.
Her face twisted as she unfolded the white slip. She flung it onto the table, muttering "Bathroom" before stomping off with heavy thuds.
The slip said Sunday, Monday.
For reference, today was Sunday.
The next morning, I woke from bed feeling incredibly refreshed.
The reason for my great condition was simple. I hadn't ejaculated even once all day yesterday.
It was pathetic that just that could bring such freshness and vigor, but good was good.
Training after ages, eating, then sleeping alone normally—it made the day so fulfilling.
"Still kinda worrying, though..."
I scratched the back of my head. The semen at 28% was one thing, but Moon Hayeon and Chae Seoah worried me more.
How to put it? Their gazes shifted by the minute, plain as day. Right before their turns, veins practically bulged in their eyes.
Better to take it daily. Imagining their pent-up lust exploding days later, yanking my dick out by the root—chills ran down my spine already.
No sooner had noon struck than Chae Seoah entered the bedroom, slipping off her white stockings, promising to handle today and tomorrow worry-free with her gentle touch as she laid me down...
"..."
I glanced down. The front of my pajama pants bulged thickly. What an annoying reality.
I smacked my crotch with my palm and headed to the first floor.
"Jihee... Huh?"
The first floor was dead silent, like a mouse had died. The big house felt eerily empty.
"Um, hello...?"
I hurried around the first floor. No one was home. Not even a note left behind.
Checking my phone frantically yielded no messages. Calls went unanswered.
"Wh-what? Huh?"
My breath quickened. Vision spun. I rushed upstairs, but master and guest rooms were empty.
"Hello! Anyone here?!"
Back to first floor, then basement—nothing. Calls kept ringing out unanswered, like they'd planned it.
Anxiety exploded. I knew nothing could've happened, but instinct made my breath ragged, no escaping it.
Then—a door opened from the bathroom corner on the first floor.
I bolted across the vast-seeming house toward the sound.
"Ahhh... Huh, what? It's you?"
Oroji yawned, hair a mess. Fresh from the bathroom, the toilet flush echoed through the open door.
"So damn noisy since morning, I thought something..."
Her sleepy blinking and head-scratching stopped abruptly.
"Hey... you..."
Through my blurry, teary vision, I saw her eyes widen hugely. Frozen mid-scratch, she stammered in clear bewilderment.
"Are you... crying...?"