Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Han Yura, Dirt-Poor College Student
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After that, over the next four days, our bizarre cohabitation developed its own routine of sorts.
Han Yura showed up at my place early in the morning, like she was punching in for work.
We had sex for "business."
I used the "post-nut clarity" it gave me to steadily pull in profits between 100,000 and 200,000 won a day.
That was our "paycheck."
While I was scalping, Yura lounged on the bed doing her own thing before heading to class on schedule.
When she was gone, I'd stare at the chart for our all-in bet on NBLS, killing time alone.
Nothing much happened.
The market was boring, and our relationship ran like a business.
Then on the fifth day,
this morning. Right on cue, I grabbed the wrist of Yura, who'd "clocked in," and pulled her onto the bed.
To start the same "work" as yesterday.
The moment I naturally slipped my hand into her pants to touch her pussy—
Yura, for some reason, gripped my wrist tight and stopped me.
"Ah, not there today."
"...Huh? Why?"
To my dumb question, Yura replied irritably but firmly.
"My period started."
"......"
Ah, fuck. My brain froze for a second.
Period. It was the worst unforeseen variable in my plans.
No post-nut clarity meant zero profits today.
Back to yesterday's failure. Desperate, I fired off the most critical question from my perspective.
"So what do we do?"
To my selfish question, Yura looked at me pitifully.
But she didn't want today's "performance" to be zero either.
Like a service center rep offering alternatives to a customer, she said in a businesslike tone,
"Handjob? Or should I use my mouth?"
I didn't answer her offer right away.
Instead, my brain rapidly processed data from the past few days to find the most efficient option.
'Handjob or blowjob gives short post-nut clarity...'
I'd accumulated plenty of data.
Jerking off alone to her pics: just 10-15 minutes.
Worst efficiency—like the buzz wearing off after one or two trades.
Her handjob: about an hour. Not enough for yesterday's scalping daily wage.
Blowjob: a bit longer, around two hours, but still not enough for more than a few scalps.
The real deal was sex.
With condom: four hours. Bareback: at least five. If she got super turned on and begged "don't pull out," six hours guaranteed—top-tier buff.
In other words, even if I got post-nut clarity from her handjob or blowjob now, the "work hours" needed for today's profits would shrink pathetically.
I didn't want to repeat yesterday's flop.
I pondered for a moment.
The perfect solution for max efficiency in this situation.
My gaze shifted from her pitiful stare, down her neck, past her tits, to her slim waist and round ass below.
Yeah, there was a way.
I looked straight into her eyes and asked in a deadly serious voice.
"...Hey."
"?"
"What about your ass?"
At my insane suggestion, the look on her face—like she was staring at an incomprehensible creature—flashed instantly to murderous rage.
Thwack!
Her fist nailed my jaw perfectly. I yelped and rolled onto the floor.
"You fucking asshole, crossing the line for real?"
She growled at me. Clutching my numb jaw, I groveled and apologized.
"Ah, no, sorry! My bad! Just asking!"
At my pathetic sight, Yura let out a deep sigh.
Like she'd given up on everything, she proposed new terms.
"Fine. I'll use my mouth then. But,"
"......?"
"No class today. So every time the post-nut buzz wears off later, you get a refill like this. Deal?"
Yura's bold proposal. A chance to maintain post-nut clarity all day. Forgetting the pain, I nodded frantically.
In the end, after taking a hit, we settled it "with her mouth" as agreed.
The post-nut clarity from the blowjob lasted longer than a handjob but shorter than sex.
About a two-hour buff.
I sat right at the computer and started trading.
Yura, committed to staying in my place all day, settled on the bed with her smartphone.
She'd become my full-time live-in switch now.
I opened my scalping account.
Thanks to four days of steady profits, our "paycheck account" seed had surpassed 4 million won.
Solid ammo.
The blowjob post-nut clarity: two hours. I couldn't waste a single minute.
Luckily, volume was decent today.
p>Different from the boring sideways chop of the past few days.
Fat prey started wandering into my hunting ground.
Like a madman, I focused solely on trading for those two hours.
Entry, take profit, stop loss. My brain held only my rule: +1.5% profit target, -0.7% stop loss.
Like an emotionless machine, I repeated dozens of trades, stacking profits.
Exactly two hours later, as promised.
I closed my last position at take profit and let go of the mouse.
Checked the account.
Exactly +15% on the starting seed.
Over 600,000 won in two hours.
Right then, the cool clarity dominating my head vanished, and I reverted to dumb Kim Cheolsu.
With the thrill of success came the memory of her mouth's feel, making me crave Yura's mouth-pussy again.
Grinning in victory, I spun my chair toward the bed.
She'd already spread out a thick major textbook, face down, underlining as she studied intently.
This bitch, not forgetting her real job even in this fucked-up situation—commendable and annoying.
I ordered her for the next "task."
"Hey, Yura. Buzz wore off. Come suck me."
To my purely businesslike demand, Yura didn't even look up from her book, replying with obvious irritation.
"You come here, don't be such a pain."
"Ah, fuck, this is a crucial moment. Gotta keep eyes on the monitor, so hurry up."
Of course, bullshit.
I'd just made over 600k and wrapped all trades.
But getting out of this chair and walking those few steps to the bed felt annoyingly exhausting right now.
She narrowed her eyes at my obvious lie, glared for a sec, then sighed softly.
"Sigh, you fucking pervert."
Even seeing through my bullshit perfectly, Yura grumbled, closed her book, and got up.
She crawled under the computer desk.
Kneeling gently between my legs as I sat in the chair, she looked up at me, gripped my dick, and flicked out her red tongue.
"Oh, looks familiar? You do this under prof's desk normally?"
To my teasing, she silently flipped me the bird, deeming it unworthy of reply.
Then lowered her head, took my glans in her mouth, and started the mechanical motions again.
Under the desk, in the dim space, her lips and tongue moved like living creatures.
Soft lips enveloped my dick seamlessly with strong suction, while her hot tongue wrapped the shaft, swirled, licked, driving me insane.
"Slurp..."
The pleasure melted away all tension built up since morning.
I leaned deep into the chair back, sighing contentedly.
Craving more stimulation, I murmured lazily with a new demand.
"Sigh, hey. Suck my balls while rubbing the glans with your thumb."
"Haa... fuck, so demanding."
Yura mumbled annoyed, my dick still in her mouth.
"Ah, just do it."
"Fucking annoying, you bastard."
She bitched but complied.
Slippery tongue softly wrapping my balls, thumb kneading the glans—dual stimulation nearly broke my mind.
I leaned forward to peer under the desk at her.
The monitor's faint glow lit her face in the dark.
Long straight hair cascaded, half-hiding her expression.
But through it, her face looked hotter than anything I'd seen.
Eyes gently closed, focused solely on this "work."
Slightly furrowed brows, dimples from chewing mouth.
And sweat beads on her nose from concentration.
Not anger or pleasure—just pure artisan focus on her craft.
I was utterly captivated by that almost reverent look.
Cock numb, instincts craved her more. I wanted deeper, thicker stimulation.
"Sigh, fuck, you're so hot... Hey, can I kiss you?"
At my crazy demand, she paused.
Mouth still on my dick, she just lifted her head to look at me.
Her eyes screamed, 'This fucker's a hopeless perv.'
"You wanna stick your tongue in the mouth that's been sucking your dick, fuck?"
She countered my dirty desire with even dirtier reality.
But common disgust didn't faze me now.
"Yeah."
I nodded boldly, no hesitation.
At my answer, she sighed deeply in resignation and slowly rose from under the desk.
She came up to my eye level and stopped right in front of my nose.
I could smell traces of me on her lips.
Yura pressed her lips to mine.
Then sucked my lower lip lewdly, just like she'd done my dick.
Meanwhile, her hand gripped my shaft, taking over the mouth's job with soft strokes.
"Slurp...!"
The insane sensation hitting lips and dick simultaneously.
I surrendered completely, leaning deep into the chair back.
This wasn't just sex or a blowjob.
This crazy bitch was fully domesticating me.
"Haa... fuck... you're so good... Hey, where'd you learn this?"
To my awed question, Yura pulled her lips off mine briefly, panting as she answered.
Our saliva glistened on her mouth.
"Slurp... ha.. smack... Back when I worked at the kiss room."
"You did that too?"
I asked genuinely surprised.
Yura resumed stroking my dick casually.
"Yeah, short shifts, good pay..."
"Fucking sweet gig?"
Short work, big money.
Fuck, if I'd been born a hot bitch like Han Yura, life would've been easy.
As I marveled briefly, Yura stared at me like some exotic animal.
"You're fucking weird sometimes."
"How?"
"You take the kiss room thing so casually."
"...What's wrong? Money's money, right?"
To my simple reply, Yura smiled bitterly.
"Most treat it like I'm some filthy slut."
"What? Aren't you always bitching about being treated like a slut?"
I poked her contradiction, and she shook her head.
"No, that's different. That's just you indulging your perv kink on purpose... Eh, whatever."
She trailed off.
But I got it.
Other guys' "slut treatment" had real contempt. Mine was just dirty lust.
Paradoxically, that made me safer.
Our talk sank into weird silence again.
Unaware or not of my confusion, she mechanically resumed her head motions, focusing on "work."
Her skilled tongue and lips brought ejaculation surging like a wave.
"Sigh, hey... Yura. I'm really close now..."
I panted, making my final demand.
"Facial okay?"
She paused, looked up at me.
Her eyes mixed contempt and faint curiosity: 'How far will this fucker go?'
"You know you're a total asshole, right?"
"Guilty, heh."
I grinned like an idiot, and she sighed in defeat.
She pulled off my lips, stood, sat on the bed's edge, tilted her head back, closed her eyes.
Perfect pose for taking it on the face.
I rose at the humiliating yet beautiful sight.
Stood before her, jerking myself by hand.
Now I directed the show.
"Hey, don't close your mouth. Open wide. Stick your tongue out a bit."
Her brows furrowed at my pervy demand.
Eyes closed, she grumbled irritably.
"Ah, fuck... Don't make me do ahegao shit from some hentai."
Complaining, she slowly parted her red lips and extended her small tongue anyway.
Perfect submission pose.
I couldn't hold back at the sight.
"Spurt, spurt—"
Hot semen poured out freely, splattering her pretty face.
White globs coated her closed brows, perky nose, open red lips and tongue, even her cascading hair—total bukkake mess.
"Haa... fuck... so hot..."
Panting, I admired my "masterpiece" before me.
Nothing more perfect.
Unable to contain the thrill, I demanded she fulfill my deepest, dirtiest fantasy.
"Hey, open your eyes and do ahegao with double peace signs? Just once?"
My final words.
They snapped the last thread of her patience.
Yura slowly, very slowly opened her eyes.
No more lust or resignation.
Just cold, pure rage.
She roughly wiped cum from her face with her hand, voice icy.
"One line, huh? Give you an inch, and you cross every fucking line."
She rejected my pervy demand with cold fury in her eyes.
Her razor-sharp vibe told me I was truly fucked this time.
Yura wordlessly got up and went to wash. I lay on the bed scrolling my phone.
Moments later, fresh from the bathroom, she snapped at my sight.
"Fucking bastard, not working?"
Her tone screamed, 'I flipped the switch, why slack off?'
Lying down, I turned my head lazily.
"Made today's wage already?"
"How much?"
"Like 600k?"
"Oh?! Decent today?"
Her voice softened a tad at my results, then she bossed me harder.
"But that's no reason to slack. Get up!"
"...Let me rest too, you bitch. Think it's easy draining balls daily and grinding brain non-stop?"
Even with high win-rate post-nut trading, my stamina had limits.
Chaining to the PC right after cumming, no breather, was sneaky hard labor.
But to my whining, she yelled incredulously.
"What the fuck! You think I'm just chilling letting you fuck me? It tires me out too, idiot!"
"Wow, fuck... unbelievable, you psycho bitch... Hey, honestly, you just spread legs? I'm the one shaking till my back breaks. And brainwork drains stamina hard, don't you know?"
I dismissed her "labor," and her face twisted in fury.
"Bullshit, you fuck! Think I just lie there spreading? You whine about tight pussy, so I tense my abs—it's fucking intense!"
Her rebuttal left me speechless. Not a wrong word.
Ultimately, blame for this shitty labor fell on both of us.
We were just two pathetic beasts snarling over each other's workloads.