My husband became a firefighter After 15 years of marriage, at age 42, Min-gu carried a secret, immense concern he could never bring himself to tell anyone. Once a month, they shared an intimate evening together. That night, as usual, the mood had deepened, and just as they reached their peak and he began to ejaculate— “Oh! Honey, wait a second...!” Startled by his wife’s panicked voice, Min-gu opened his eyes—but it was already too late. His body had lost all control. The ejaculation showed no sign of stopping, continuing endlessly. The sheer volume—lasting over thirty seconds without pause—overflowed even while still inside, streaming down her thighs and around her anus, soaking the bed sheets as if a river had burst through. “Honey, this is way too much! Did a faucet explode?!” “I don’t know! My body won’t stop...!” Eventually, Min-gu pulled out in panic—but the ejaculation didn’t cease. The bedspread was utterly destroyed. It felt like all the bodily fluids he’d accumulated over an entire month had exploded at once. The next day, Min-gu decided to objectively measure his condition. He went into the bathroom, quietly began masturbating, and held out a paper cup he’d prepared ahead of time. “Gush… gush…” When he reached climax, the torrential flow began again. Staring at the cup filling uncontrollably, Min-gu’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. The semen had easily surpassed the 70% mark of the cup’s capacity—an amount dozens of times greater than normal. “Is this even possible for a human body to produce...?” Feeling serious concern, Min-gu anonymously posted a detailed question on the Korean Q&A site Naver Knowledge iN: [Question: I ejaculate an enormous amount during sex. It fills 70% of a paper cup—is this a medical condition?] Not long after, the top-rated comment appeared: > [Answer] > “Sir, were you a firefighter in a past life? It seems you’ve been storing water pressure for fire suppression for an entire month. You should see a doctor—but first, upgrade to a heavy-duty washing machine and buy a waterproof mattress cover.” When his wife read that comment alongside him, she let out a long, stunned sigh, quietly opened an online shopping site, and added three waterproof mattress covers and a box of paper cups to her cart. From then on, their once-a-month intimate nights no longer began with romance—but with the serious mission command: “Waterproof cover setup complete.”