Chapter 12
Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Dirt-Poor College Student Han Yura
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"Suck."
Han Yura accepted my command, and her fate.
At my final word, Yura shot me a defiant glare before gracefully kneeling between my legs as I sat in the chair.
A soft thud echoed through the room as her bare knees met the worn-out mat.
The crown of her head entered my view.
A faint shampoo scent wafted from her freshly showered hair, still damp.
I gazed down at her prostrated at my feet, like a king on his throne.
Yura slowly lifted her head.
Her eyes weren't on mine, but on my limp cock hanging weakly between my legs.
Then she raised her gaze to meet mine.
Those eyes brimmed with contempt, humiliation, and a chilling defiance that said, "You'll see."
Yura hesitated for a moment.
But soon, as if resolved, she reached out with her small hand and wrapped it around my cock.
It was that familiar, mechanical motion she used for handjobs.
Expressionless, Yura stroked it up and down a few times, making it harden.
And finally.
She leaned forward, bringing her face close to my cock.
Between her slightly parted, plump red lips, a small, pointed tongue peeked out.
Like tasting something, Yura flicked the tip of her tongue against my glans. That cold, wet sensation made my hips twitch involuntarily.
Taking it as a cue, she finally opened her mouth and took the tip inside.
A warm, soft, wet cavern began enveloping me.
Yura started moving her head up and down slowly, with expert skill.
I could see her cheeks subtly hollowing and puffing out.
It was the undeniable technique of a pro, utilizing every inch of space in her mouth to create near-vacuum suction.
I gripped the armrests tightly.
The tickle of Yura's hair on my thighs, the wet, obscene sounds in my ears, and the sensation of her mouth devouring my cock whole.
I let out a low groan without realizing it.
Hearing it, she paused and looked up at me.
Her lips glistened with my precum, but her eyes remained cold and rebellious.
It felt like she was mocking my moan.
That arrogant glare ignited my conquest lust even more, and I reached out to gently cup the back of her head.
Then I pressed her deeper toward me.
Yura didn't resist.
She just took me even deeper with that same defiant look.
The sensation of my cock plunging into the depths of her throat made it impossible to hold onto reason.
"Hoo, fuck, you suck like a pro, you bitch... Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?"
Her brow furrowed at my crude compliment.
With my cock still in her mouth, Yura mumbled in unclear words laced with clear anger.
"Slurp... ha... fuck you, don't talk like that."
"Respect my tastes, won't you?"
Leaning back against the chair, I taunted her with the leisure of a total victor.
Unable to hold back at my shamelessness, Yura pulled her mouth off my cock. Sharp rebuke flew from her glistening lips.
"Fuck, you pervert. You like treating me like a slut?"
"That's just facts."
I enjoyed her rage and drove the point home.
But instead of exploding, my cruel words made her look at me with pity.
"Cut the bullshit. You're the only one who's fucked my pussy this year."
"......"
For a moment, every thought in my head froze.
What... did I just hear? I'm the only one this year?
Before my brain could process it, she leaned back down and took my cock into her mouth again with the same indifferent expression.
I couldn't think or speak.
I just blankly stared at the crown of her head mechanically sucking me and replayed her last words in my mind.
The arrogance and conquest lust that had dominated me moments ago vanished, replaced by massive confusion.
My confusion burst out as a question.
"Wait, don't you have a boyfriend? Is he impotent or something? Leaving a hottie like you untouched?"
She paused at my rude, vulgar question and looked up.
With a face like 'Do I have to answer this retard?' she snapped curtly.
"What the fuck, you idiot. That was ages ago; he went to the army and we broke up."
"Even single, with your looks, don't girls like you hit clubs for one-nights all the time?"
I tried to understand her from my common-sense view.
How could a girl this pretty live such a sexless life?
She answered while sucking me again, mumbling.
"Slurp... You moron? No time for part-time jobs thanks to grades, so I made living money with handjobs... Where's club time?"
"......"
'Grades.' That word smacked my head again.
This girl who always had curses on her lips, who didn't bat an eye at this job, had no time because of 'grades'?
"Whoa? You care about grades?"
At my genuine surprise, she pulled off briefly and gave me a pathetic look.
For the first time, her voice held a faint trace of sincerity.
"Of course I do, you psycho."
Yura met my eyes straight on and continued softly.
"Can't suck cocks forever."
Han Yura's final words.
They pierced my heart deeper than any curse or insult she'd thrown before.
I couldn't feel the sensation of my cock in her mouth or the overwhelming profits on screen.
I only felt the brutal weight of twenty-three-year-old Han Yura's life, enduring calling herself a 'slut' for her future.
In this bizarre silence, I asked cautiously.
"Uh... so with all the money today... no more handjobs?"
Her movements hitched at my question.
Yura slowly pulled off my cock and looked up blankly.
As if only now realizing her surreal situation through my words.
"Hah... slurp... Ah, fuck, totally forgot about that..."
She casually wiped her lips with her sleeve and snapped back to cold business partner mode.
"How much is mine? It's mixed with yours."
I didn't need to get up or turn on the computer.
Still straddling the chair, I stared into space.
In my head, the monitor numbers and contract terms unfolded perfectly, complex calculations running flawlessly.
'Total assets 87,906,250 won. Minus principal 897,000, total profit 87,009,250. My 10% success fee: 8,700,925. Remaining pure profit 78,308,325, split by principal ratio ~32:68... Yura's share...'
Yura eyed my unfocused gaze curiously.
After a few seconds of silence, I finished calculating and looked back at her.
I stated the final number.
"Your share: 53.78 million won total."
Silence filled the room after my words.
Yura said nothing.
She just stared at me with empty eyes.
Her brain seemed to strain digesting the unreal 53.78 million.
Moments later, she opened her mouth with a hollow laugh.
"Ha, fuck... this is ridiculous..."
"That's the thrill of crypto, right?"
I shrugged, pretending to be a seasoned investor.
At my bluff, Yura shook her head and stared.
"Know what's more ridiculous?"
"What?"
"You seem like a total fucking moron usually, but calculating tens of millions in seconds makes you look like a crazy genius."
She genuinely couldn't comprehend.
The usual pathetic Kim Cheolsu versus the 'post-nut clarity' Kim Cheolsu who crunched millions in seconds.
The gap confused her.
".....Genius at basic math? You're too kind."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. So, what now?"
I got to the point. The money was hers; her call.
Yura pondered, then spoke resolutely.
"Hold out 30 million, reinvest the rest."
"Crazy money whore..."
"So? Some people hate money?"
Her retort left me speechless. Pure facts.
I thought, then made a new proposal. Feeling like her fund manager now.
"Facts... Anyway... If not urgent, reinvest 50 million? 3 mil covers living fine. Tuition time left, right?"
She went quiet at my advice, eyes down, mumbling softly.
"True, but Mom asked to up the house deposit... gonna add to that."
"........."
Her out-of-left-field answer speechlessed me again.
House deposit. Mom.
Nothing like how I'd imagined she'd spend it.
I'd vaguely pictured luxury bags or hotel stays.
.........She's cosplaying filial daughter outta nowhere.
As I inwardly judged and tsked, Yura added as if reading my mind.
Her tone back to the prickly, contemptuous one I knew.
"And yeah, gonna buy a designer bag too. Those bitches with wrecked faces bragging bags pisses me off."
"......"
Ah. I almost sighed in relief unconsciously.
Yeah.
This was the Han Yura I knew.
The weird dissonance from 'filial piety' vanished with that line.
I looked at Yura anew.
A good daughter who knew her job was dirty but would help her mom with the money.
Yet also a vain one wanting a bag to shove it in other girls' faces.
Not definable by simple good/evil, filial/vain. Just 'Han Yura' herself.
I chuckled unwittingly.
This situation, this girl, suddenly felt fucking fun.
Teasing her on the bed's edge, I said.
"So you're just another girl crazy for luxury too."
She shot me a pathetic look and fired back.
"What? Who hates luxury? And you calling me out? You pussy-obsessed freak."
Her counter was too spot-on; I had nothing.
Women and money. She pierced the two desires ruling my life.
".....Facts, can't argue. So, finish sucking? Halfway sucks."
I shamelessly demanded resumption. But defying expectations, Yura shook her head.
"Nah, let's just fuck."
"....Suddenly?"
I asked, genuinely shocked.
Her, who'd treated me like a bug moments ago, suggesting sex first?
Yura shrugged, giving a perfectly her reason.
"Yeah, making money got me horny?"
"Not from sucking my cock?"
I bragged; she doused me.
"Nope."
"Tch... no-condom creampie ok?"
Hoping, I reconfirmed our final contract.
No hesitation in her reply.
"Yeah. But make it last?"
Yura kept promises like a champ.
With that, she stood, went to the bed.
Pulled back the covers, climbed on, spread her legs waiting for me.
Seeing it, I swallowed hard.
No rush or messy emotions this time.
Just pure desire filling the room after massive success.