Chapter 139
Chapter 139
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 139
Chapter Title: Institution Hunter
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Institution Hunter.
I held my breath.
All my focus zeroed in on the movements of just one player: BJ Khan.
Thanks to Choi Yang's media blitz, no new retail investors were jumping into this trap anymore.
This was now a perfect penned fishery, with only me and Khan left inside.
My ten fingers danced across the hotkeys and mouse like a pianist gliding over the keys.
Tap tap tap.
It was the sound of slowly reeling in the prey, draining it dry.
Whenever BJ Khan placed massive buy orders to test the bottom, I matched them exactly, creating a brief green candle.
The moment he convinced himself, "It's going up now," and poured in more funds, I dumped even larger volume, smashing his head down with a red candle.
When fear made him dump some shares, I scooped them up and stretched out a long lower wick, planting the illusion that "This is the bottom."
The second he fell for it and reloaded his position, I unleashed a fiercer sell-off, shattering the support line he'd built.
This was cruel husbandry—giving him hope one instant, then shattering it to pieces.
I was teaching him, second by second.
That in this penned fishery, I was the sole predator.
The real-time trade log was plastered only with transactions between my accounts and his.
My countless scalps were collectively stripping the flesh from the massive fish that was BJ Khan, bite by bite.
He was no longer a market participant.
Just screaming prey trapped in the tiny fish tank I'd made, slowly having its blood drained.
I moved the mouse like a machine, sucking Khan's blood dry.
His funds were trickling into my accounts—little by little, but without pause.
Perfect control.
Total domination.
That was when it happened.
The encrypted messenger blinked silently in the corner of my screen.
Sender: Park Sojin.
I paused the mouse and opened the message. A short, concise line jumped out.
<Sir. The Financial Supervisory Service's Investigation Division 2 has officially launched monitoring for suspicious trading on 'NeoGen Bio.' Confirmed via my channels. Time is short.>
I read it and quietly closed the window.
Forcing the stock's flow.
I'd stepped firmly into illegal territory.
My mind, in Post-Nut Clarity mode, analyzed the risks more coldly than anyone.
But a smile crept onto my lips.
Fear? Anxiety? Nothing like that.
If anything, the time limit on the hunt just made the game more thrilling.
"Choi Yang."
"Yes, sir."
"Plan C. Time to wrap it up."
I gripped the mouse again.
Now it was time for a spectacular execution, not dull torture.
Before the FSS could grab my tail, I had to behead that beast and erase every trace.
The FSS was watching my trading patterns.
Hundreds of accounts moving like a single organism—this abnormal trading.
If I dumped everything now, I'd be a textbook stock manipulator, no escape.
For a perfect crime, it had to look like someone else shook up the whole board.
The perfect smokescreen? 'Panic across the entire market.'
I set the final trap.
I unleashed all the pent-up force, rocketing NeoGen Bio's price nearly 20% straight up in just five minutes.
A flawless surge chart, no resistance whatsoever.
It was the last lifeline tossed to BJ Khan, dying of thirst in hell.
"Look! Everyone! I was right! It's finally taking off for real! This is your last chance!"
On the monitor, BJ Khan roared, tears streaming down his face.
He gathered every last fund of his own and his followers', piling onto that pillar of fire.
That was the moment.
I vaporized every support line and buy order I'd built in an instant.
Then I threw just one share at market price.
That single share started it all.
With my support gone, the chart bent ever so slightly.
Terror flashed in the eyes of the retail investors who saw that tiny dip.
The hellish fear they'd learned over days. The instinctive realization: "This is fake too."
One dumped.
Two dumped.
Their sell orders triggered more panic selling, snowballing into a massive panic sell-off.
Sell volume pouring from thousands, tens of thousands of retail accounts swallowed the chart like a tidal wave.
What the FSS saw was no longer my suspicious trades.
It was BJ Khan's incitement and the collective market-wide panic that followed.
In that chaos, I calmly liquidated all my holdings in chunks.
My massive sell orders blended seamlessly into the panic of thousands of retail traders, leaving no trace.
When it was all over, my account showed massive profits.
And on the monitor, BJ Khan—having lost everything to his own hype—became the target of every retail investor's rage, the prime suspect for the FSS.
A perfect hunt.
I stared at the brutal artwork I'd crafted on the screen with my fingertips alone.
The final profit from my proprietary auto-trading program matched my calculations exactly.
That was when it happened.
Like a machine with a power outage, my entire world froze in an instant.
The myriad data streams I'd read like a god moments ago turned into meaningless pixels.
The computer's low hum roared like thunder tearing through my skull.
A horrific headache, as if every neuron in my brain was burning out at once, brought overwhelming fatigue crashing over my body.
Post-Nut Clarity was over.
And the backlash began.
The mouse slipped powerlessly from my hand, clattering to the floor.
My body slumped in the chair like cotton stuffing.
I didn't even have the strength to keep my eyes open.
My neck gave out, head lolling to the side.
Cold sweat poured like rain, soaking my shirt.
"Sir."
Choi Yang, kneeling beside me, checked my condition and sprang into action.
With practiced moves, she felt my pulse at my neck and wiped the sweat from my face with a damp towel.
Park Sojin's frantic cries came faintly through the video call.
"Sir! Are you okay? Sir!"
But I couldn't respond.
The conductor who'd gripped billions was gone. In his place, just a man drained of all energy, gasping ragged breaths.
Utter helplessness.
In my fading consciousness, I recalled a forgotten agony from the past.
Last time, with Lee Soohee's help, I'd learned to apply Post-Nut Clarity's power to my body.
To make my cockhead even more savage and stimulating, I'd forcibly reshaped my flesh.
The result was a success, but the price was devastating.
Bones and muscles twisting throughout my body, every cell screaming in agony.
And the total helplessness that followed when it all ended.
The sensation that my body was no longer mine.
I was that same empty shell now.
The price of abusing power always came like this.
Post-Nut Clarity's overclock.
It was the devil's power, borrowed against my soul.
I closed my eyes.
All I could do was wait for the pain to pass.
My consciousness floated faintly over the empty husk of my body.
A metallic rasp echoed from my throat.
I forced out a hoarse whisper through cracked lips.
"Choi Yang."
"Yes."
Her reply, from the shadow at my side, was swift as always.
"Suck."
"Yes."
Without judgment or hesitation at my sluggish command, Choi Yang knelt before me.
She gently took my limp cock in her mouth and began licking it with devoted care.
This wasn't pleasure.
It was desperate life support, like shocking a stopped heart.
Each wrap of her warm, soft tongue around my flaccid flesh brought faint warmth back to my chilled extremities.
At the same time, someone gently cradled my head.
My wife, Yoon Chaewon.
With her worried gaze came a murky blue liquid, like straight sewage.
The foul grassy stench and earthy reek assaulted my nose.
I squeezed my eyes shut and forced down the vile-tasting nutrient.
It slid down my throat like a lump of mud.
Below, Choi Yang's tongue kickstarted my stalled system; above, Chaewon's poison fueled my cells.
Amid those clashing sensations, I clung to consciousness and struggled to open my eyes.
Through blurry vision, I saw Yoon Chaewon wiping sweat from my brow.
She gazed down at me, arms crossed.
Even as another woman sucked and licked her husband's cock, there was no jealousy or contempt in her eyes.
Only a wife's tender concern for her man.
I croaked a joke through my cracking voice.
"Hah... Worried I'll go impotent?"
A faint smile touched her eyes at my words.
"...Of course. We're still newlyweds, you know?"
"We haven't even had the wedding..."
"Married legally—that's what counts."
She gently brushed back my disheveled hair.
I surrendered to her caring touch and closed my eyes peacefully once more.