Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: 86x
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Our pathetic little spat came to an abrupt and pathetic end thanks to Yura's irritated remark.
"You pig, you're heavy, so get off."
Man, tempers like hers were just the fucking worst...
I felt a throbbing pain in the back of my head, scratched at it furiously, and reluctantly rolled off her body.
The bedsheets were a mess of damp traces from our romp.
I'd been planning to savor the lewd sight of my cum—one part of those traces—trickling down her thigh.
But before I could, Yura shot up and scurried off to the bathroom.
Click.
The bathroom door locked, and soon the sound of the shower pouring out filled the air.
She was probably off to flush out the cum I'd left in her pussy...
I shook my head in awe at Yura's thoroughness, grabbed a roll of toilet paper from beside the bed, and roughly wiped off my dick.
Then I sat back down at the computer.
It was miraculous.
The guilt, rage, injustice, and even the sexual arousal that had dominated me right up until I came.
All those swirling emotions had vanished like a lie.
With the shower as background noise, my mind was as calm and clear as the sky after a storm as I stared at the monitor.
My sharpened senses, now crystal clear as if it were the most natural thing in the world, were free of any more brain fog.
The shower sounds from behind me stopped.
I glanced back for a moment, then turned to the monitor again.
It didn't matter if Yura came out or not anymore.
My mind was fixed solely on this battlefield and the clearest path to victory.
In that clear-headed state, I checked the NBLS coin I'd gone all-in on.
The profit/loss was now sitting at -5%.
Just moments ago, that number had made my legs shake like jelly, filling me with the terror that made me want to dump everything and run.
But now? It was different.
I looked at that glaring red figure and felt nothing.
My heart was steady, my breathing even. No anxiety whatsoever.
Stop-loss? What the hell was that?
The very word "stop-loss" didn't exist in my head anymore.
This -5% dip was just a part of the massive picture I'd analyzed at lunch.
The whales deliberately pressing the price to shake out the last retail suckers.
Reacting to this noise would be an insult to my perfect analysis.
Hell, I even let out a smirk.
'Shake it harder, you fucks. You ain't getting my stack.'
I figured I didn't even need to keep staring at the charts anymore.
The outcome was set.
I set an alert for the target price, then minimized the exchange window.
And right then, with a click, the bathroom door opened.
Steaming hot mist billowed out as Han Yura emerged, her pale naked body only half-dried.
She glanced at me, then at the minimized chart screen, and furrowed her brow.
"What, you done already?"
There was a hint of expectation in her voice, like 'Did you already make all the money?'
Buoyed by my confidence in my flawless analysis, I replied casually.
"Yeah, everything's smooth sailing. Nothing to touch."
She strode over at my words.
I thought she was coming to praise the results of my analysis.
And then—smack.
Her palm cracked against my cheek, snapping my head to the side. A dull pain spread across my face.
"...Ah, fuck. Why'd you hit me?"
I stared at her in disbelief, and she slapped me even harder.
"You fucking bastard!"
Smack! Another one, and she glared at me with eyes blazing.
"You make me drop everything, even take a cab rushing over like it's life or death, and you just fiddle around for 10 minutes? You wanna end it all right now?"
Only then did I realize why she was pissed.
It wasn't about the coin's profit/loss.
She'd been urgently summoned, forced into sex, and now the "emergency" that caused it all had wrapped up way too quick. That's what enraged her.
From her perspective, I'd tricked her into it with cab fare just to bust a 10-minute nut.
I clutched my stinging cheek, my mind going blank on how to explain this mess.
To me, it was the start of a life-or-death bet.
To her, it was just a 10-minute job. That massive gap in perception.
Han Yura's anger was real.
Any half-assed excuse here, and my balls weren't safe.
I went with the best, most cowardly safe play.
First, I knelt reverently.
Thud. My knees hit the worn-out floor mat.
Hands politely on my thighs, head bowed, awaiting her judgment.
Kneeling created this awkward angle.
Her still-damp, natural pink pussy was right in front of my eyes.
The very spot that had ignited my lust moments ago.
But now wasn't the time to care.
Under her blazing glare, my dick was shrinking back into my gut in terror.
To get out of this, I tapped into the sharp clarity of the Post-Nut Clarity dominating my head.
I began lecturing in the calmest, most intellectual tone I could muster about the dangers of impulse trading.
"L-Listen, Yura. Calm down and hear me out. I get why you're mad, but this is on a whole different level from what you think."
I could feel her face twist into a 'Is this guy fucking insane?' look at my out-of-left-field words, but I pressed on.
"A trader's biggest enemy isn't the market. It's their own damn heart. Especially the temptation of impulse trading—selling in fear when the price dips a bit, buying in greed when it pops. That's the express lane to ruin."
I continued in a grave, professorial tone.
"That's exactly why I'm not touching this position. My analysis, the reason we entered it—it's still rock solid. Closing out now over this little shake would be ignoring my perfect analysis and giving in to raw emotion. The ultimate impulse trading. That... that'd be disrespectful to this Post-Nut Clarity."
She stood frozen mid-swing, fist clenched, just staring down at me in utter bewilderment at my long-winded, near-sophistic sermon.
But she had zero interest in my impulse trading TED Talk.
She zeroed in on the hole in my logic.
"So you didn't touch it to avoid impulse trading? Okay, got it. But."
Her piercing gaze impaled me as she continued.
"What does that have to do with calling me over and creampieing the shit out of me?"
Han Yura's question shattered my composure like a razor-sharp spear.
Flustered, I blurted out a lame excuse on instinct.
"Uh... well... you were the one bitching not to pull out?"
"You wanna die, you fuck?"
My excuse died instantly at her words.
Sweat beading again, I stammered on.
In the end, I had to explain the whole chain of events from the start.
"After you left this morning, the Post-Nut Clarity cleared my head big time. I did my best analysis ever. This NBLS coin—it's not gambling; it's damn near prophecy. So... I went all-in. Your money, my money, everything."
I peeked at her reaction. Her face was unchanged.
"Felt cocky for hours. Just had to wait it out. But... then suddenly, that clarity snapped off. Post-Nut Clarity over. My brain reset to factory settings—back to my idiot self."
My voice started trembling with desperation.
"I look at the chart in that state... -5%! All my genius analysis from before felt like a bullshit dream, head getting noisy! Sell now! Run before it zeros! Every damn thought... Stop-loss right there! My finger was hovering over the sell button for real!"
I shouted, reliving the terror.
"That's why I texted you! That 'once-in-a-lifetime opportunity' bullshit! I was one second from smashing sell! If you didn't come flip the switch back on, I'd have blown our whole stack!"
Panting, I added my final plea.
"That's why I was so out of it when you got here! Needed that switch on ASAP to survive! No time for condoms or whatever! And... the creampie at the end... you told me not to pull out! You were cumming so hard, your pussy clamping down on my dick like that—how am I supposed to hold back? It just happened! So it's half my fault, half your pussy's!"
The room fell silent again after my pathetic, pussy-blaming explanation.
Yura just stared down at me, mouth slightly agape, saying nothing.
She eyed me like a skeptical VC scrutinizing a scammer's pie-in-the-sky pitch, judging if it was true.
Finally, she spoke.
She ignored my lame excuses and blame game entirely.
Instead, she cut straight to the practical core.
"Got it."
She replied curtly, pulled me to my feet, and pointed at the computer chair.
"So that 'switch'—it's properly on now, right?"
I nodded reluctantly at the question.
"Uh... yeah?"
As I answered, she stood behind me, arms crossed, issuing a new mission like a ruthless boss testing a subordinate.
"No more, no less. Make 200,000 won in one hour. Then I'll forgive you."
".....What?"
I turned, doubting my ears.
200,000 won. In one hour.
That was the price for forgiveness.
Seeing my stunned face, she smirked mockingly.
"That Post-Nut Clarity thing makes it easy, right?"
"...Yeah, but Yura."
"What?"
Her sharp retort made me trail off and hem and haw.
Then I voiced the most brazen—and only—solution I had.
".....Can you spot me 100,000 won?"
".....You for real, you psycho fuck?"
Her face twisted into a 'Did I hear that right?' grimace.
She looked like she was starting to think I wasn't a genius—just a legit lunatic.
I hurriedly explained the logical backdrop.
"No, like I said... all-in! All my money, all your money—it's in that NBLS. No seed capital for scalping right now! Need seed to make money!"
Indignant, I pointed at my position summary on the screen.
Silence filled the room again once I finished.
Yura stared at me, then the screen, then back at me.
Her face screamed that the whole situation—and my existence—made zero sense.
A beat of quiet passed.
And she caved to my audacious, logical demand.
Like admitting defeat, she muttered low.
"Hah, fuck... seriously... I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."
She pulled out her smartphone, tapped a few times, and tossed it my way.
Plop. My phone lit up: [Han Yura sent you 100,000 won].
She'd actually loaned money to this madman again.
I said nothing more.
Time to prove it with results.
I jumped straight into scalping with the borrowed 100k.
For about 30 minutes, I scanned dozens of altcoin charts.
Found one with unusually high volume today—perfect for quick scalps.
Behind me, Yura watched every move with eyes full of suspicion and anxiety, arms crossed.
I nailed the perfect entry, cranked 10x leverage, and jumped in.
Then came 15 suffocating minutes.
My eyes glued to the monitor, finger poised on the mouse to close anytime.
And finally, target profit hit.
No hesitation—I smashed "Close Position" like a machine.
💰 REALIZED P&L 💰 +201,500 won Mission accomplished.
I exhaled deeply, leaning back into the chair.
The superhuman focus drained away, leaving a wave of fatigue.
But that fatigue paled next to the thrill of success.
Felt like a goddamn charismatic protagonist.
I turned to look behind me.
Yura was gaping, eyes darting between my face and the monitor's profit, like 'Is this real?'
Seeing her shocked expression swelled me with superiority.
I stood, walked over, and gave her dazed ass a light smack.
"Hey, go make some coffee."
I said it like a ace fund manager casually ordering a errand from his underling who'd just earned him 200k.
Her face hardened again at my sudden move and command.