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EP.311 The Semen Maniac Scientist's Semen Tasting (1) 

The fourth member of Reverse Change turned out to be closer than expected. 

Clown play, hypnosis play, milk play  

What kind of sexual deviant would show up this time? 

Half-excited, half-afraid, I went forward and found a mysterious, unidentifiable building. 

“Is this where the fourth member is?” 

“If the intel is right, yes.” 

“I feel like I smell something familiar...” 

A giant, windowless cubic building. 

There wasn’t even a visible entrance anywhere around. 

Were they not intending to meet at all? 

Just as I was about to leave, 

the empty wall split open, revealing a portal as if inviting us inside. 

Did they spot us from within and open up for visitors? 

It had all the hallmarks of a trap  

but after coming this far, turning back wasn’t an option. 

Especially with the two top fighters in our group, it shouldn’t be a problem. 

With confidence, we entered. 

“Welcome. You’re the man Olivia referred to, aren’t you?” 

A woman in a lab coat rose from amidst a messy laboratory. 

She openly raked me with an intrigued gaze. 

Somehow, she looked familiar. Where had I seen her before? 

“Let’s introduce ourselves first. I’m Dr. Mana. Don’t shorten it or make up nicknames just call me Dr. Mana.” 

“Do you know Dr. Mare by any chance?” 

That was it they looked identical, both gloomy scientists. 

Mentioning Dr. Mare’s name made Mana’s face twist, 

her eyes cursing with a big sigh. 

“How do you know that woman?” 

“How do you think? Well...” 

“She’s head researcher at the Korean Erotica Agency,” Sahwa supplied with her usual matter-of-fact tone. 

Mana’s face stiffened further. 

“Sigh, fine. If you’re connected with her, no need to hide it. She’s my twin sister. I’m the younger one.” 

“Knew it.” 

No wonder they looked so similar but twins? Didn’t expect that. 

Both sisters grew up to be scientists? 

Was this a family of generations of researchers? 

How ironic that fate led one to head the Bureau’s research, and the other to become a terrorist organization’s tech chief. 

Good vs. evil, sure, 

but in the end, nothing changed about doing lewd research. 

With minds like theirs, if this world hadn’t come about, 

maybe humanity would be centuries behind. 

“So what’s your kink? Tentacles like Dr. Mare?” 

“I’m nothing like her. Getting involved with slimy stuff? Not a chance.” 

That’s a shame. If she was, I’d just transform into a tentacle monster and play. 

But whatever her tastes, I’m more than confident I can handle it. 

Let’s see what sort of depravity you’re hiding. 

“So, are you here to convince me? Then follow me.” 

Knowing what I wanted, she opened a door and descended endless stairs. 

What lay at the bottom? 

I swallowed nervously and followed. 

“Tadaa! My personal paradise!” 

“Holy... what the hell.” 

This is what a machine-ruled dystopia must look like. 

Men strapped to machines, their crotches fitted with milking devices, 

visor-like gear on their faces  

ejaculating obliviously, unaware of our presence. 

“What the...?” 

“This is my utopia! A place where I can drink semen every day. Well?” 

Her triumphant grin seemed to ask if I could handle this. 

Even Sahwa struggled to hide her shock, looking around at the scene. 

“In this era, men are a precious resource. To subject them to this kind of abuse...” 

“Abuse? I provided them with drugs to boost semen production and built a worry-free environment. That’s all.” 

What’s the difference between this and the Matrix? 

Men exploited only for their output, like batteries in that movie just with different intent. 

(Then again, I’m not all that different. I’ve used women as urinals and milk-dispensers...) 

Honestly, this scene is disturbing, 

but on a rational level, it’s just business as usual. 

If the environment’s set up, maybe it’s not so bad? 

“Impressive, right? We can produce 2 liters of semen here every day.” 

“............what?” 

They can only produce 2 liters? 

I cum over a liter in one shot. That’s two liters in just two round. 

But for well over 100 men, they only get 2 liters a day? 

Am I just a cheat code in human form? 

Typical men ejaculate about 2ml to 5ml per shot. 

To get 2 liters, you’d need at least 400, up to 1000, shots. 

That’s actually incredible, if you think about it. 

“How many men are here, anyway?” 

“Hm... about 250? Why do you ask?” 

250 men. So each one needs at least four shots a day  

But not everyone can ejaculate at max volume, so it’s probably more. 

This is torture, really  

an average guy having to cum 4+ times daily. 

“That’d lower sperm count, wouldn’t it?” 

“Is that a problem? As long as I can drink it, who cares.” 

That’s the method of a true evil scientist cruelty without a care for humanity. 

All she cares about is volume for her own consumption, not men's health. 

From Sahwa’s perspective, she’s not just an enemy, but a heinous fiend erasing the future. 

“Maybe the others were easy, but I’m different! So what are you going to do?” 

“I’m going to make you drink a ton of my semen, that’s what.” 

“What?” 

Simple solution: 

Give her as much genuine, concentrated semen as she wants  

the likes of which she’d never get from her milking factory. 

Mana froze, then looked me up and down, unable to suppress laughter. 

“Pfff! Hahaha... You see this and feel nothing? Or do you want a job at my factory?” 

“No, honestly, I pity you. To be so happy drinking this low-grade semen... I want to fill your stomach with the real thing. My balls are working overtime as we speak.” 

It’s not a joke my balls really are churning out sperm, 

and I want to fill her up with it right now. 

“You pity me? Don’t make me laugh! I’m the top scientist; I don’t need your pity!” 

“We’ll see. You still don’t know the first thing about real semen.” 

“Grrr...!” 

Her face flushed with anger. 

But what can she really do? 

She’s Reverse Change’s tech chief antagonizing her directly risks everything. 

If I push too far, I could end up a semen dispenser just like those men. 

“You squeeze 2 liters out of 250 men all day? I cum over a liter in one go.” 

“What? That’s impossible. A human can’t do that!” 

She stared at my crotch, pale and disbelieving  

but fact is fact. 

“Fine, I’ll take your challenge. But if you cum even 1ml less than a liter, you’ll become a dispenser like the others. Alright?” 

“Fine by me. Prepare yourself for more than you bargained for.” 

Escorted by Dr. Mana, I was led to a “release room”: 

One bed, a bookshelf overflowing with porn, and in the corner, a giant condom apparently big enough for me. 

No problems here. 

“Go on, cum for me. I’ll watch to the end.” 

“Wow, someone watching me cum. That’s almost exciting.” 

I’m not embarrassed ejaculating in front of others, 

but her bluntness is kind of fun. 

Without hesitation, I tossed off my pants  

my giant erection reared up, thick with veins. 

“Incredible. I’d heard rumors but never imagined the size.” 

“Naturally. I’ve screwed more women than you can count.” 

“Do you remember them all?” 

“.............” 

How am I even supposed to answer that? 

Honestly, even I’ve lost count  

not just in Korea, but all over the world. 

I’ve even slept with the daughters of my daughters’ daughters in Japan. 

Counting is impossible at this point. 

“Whatever, are you ready?” 

“Of course.” 

Why talk? Only results matter. 

I quickly and skillfully sheathed my cock in the giant condom. 

Sahwa approached to take my cock in her hand  

she’s the only one who can make me cum fast. 

“Here I go, Mr. Kim Jinwoo.” 

“Yeah, give it your all.” 

Stroke, stroke, stroke... 

Sahwa began working my cock  

not just speed, but different angles and techniques, teasing the underside of the glans, stimulating my balls with her other hand. 

Anyone else would just stare or freak out, but she’s got S-rank onahole skills. 

“Sahwa, I’m close.” 

“Just relax and let go.” 

Stroke stroke stroke stroke! 

Her tempo increased I felt eruption approaching, hips bucking like a volcano about to blow. 

The feeling built to the limit, my balls tightened  

“I’m cumming!” 

SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! 

So much cum filled the condom it sagged under the weight  

Dr. Mana, stunned, stared open-mouthed at the bulging latex. 

Her throat bobbed as she watched the semen sloshing. 

“So much cum? And that thick? I’ve never seen semen like that.” 

“That’s not the important part.” 

“R-right! Hold on!” 

She scurried off and returned with a mini scale and a huge beaker. 

Carefully removing the condom, she poured every drop into the beaker and set it on the scale. 

“One...1.4 liters. There’s no way this isn’t enough.” 

“I guess I really do cum a lot.” 

“How can anyone produce this in one shot...” 

Mana stared at me as if she couldn’t believe it but honestly, what can I say? 

It just started happening. How should I know? 

“But we’re not done yet. The important thing is the taste.” 

Gulp. 

She brought the beaker to her lips without hesitation. 

Her eyes widened as her throat worked, 

and her pace increased until the beaker was empty. 

She stared regretfully at the empty container, then turned to me. 

“Are you a god?” 

“I’m human.” 

Well, maybe not 100% human. 

They say anything with 0.004% impurity can’t be called "pure" but this is close enough, right?