Chapter 18
Chapter 18
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Yoon Chaewon, the Conditional Girl
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"Fuckin' huge."
With Yura's answer to my final question and my double thumbs-up, silence fell between us.
Yura was seriously sending a message right there, proposing a 'threesome' to someone.
I just chewed on the straw of my iced Americano, mulling over this surreal situation.
Holy shit, is this really happening?
About 20 minutes passed like that. Then, with a 'ding-' the coffee shop door opened, and a new customer walked in.
I couldn't help but glance over.
One look, and it was clear she wasn't your average girl.
The complete opposite of Yura's snow-white skin—a healthy, tanned complexion.
Her bleached hair, nearly white from repeated dye jobs, cascaded down long.
Her eye makeup was so heavy, the smoky look was practically panda-level.
And her body—fuck, the tits Yura called 'fuckin' huge' were asserting their presence wildly over her skin-tight t-shirt.
Height around 165cm, similar to Yura, but unlike Yura's slender frame, her thighs and ass were properly fleshed out—the so-called 'thicc' type.
The woman scanned the shop once, spotted us, and strode right over without a hint of hesitation.
Her walk alone radiated that 'I've played the field' aura.
She plopped down confidently next to Yura.
They'd met while working as karaoke hostess side gigs.
Name: Yoon Chaewon.
Personality: Bitchy like Yura, currently unemployed. Living off 'conditions.'
The short profile Yura had given me beforehand flashed through my mind.
Chaewon looked me up and down, then smirked at Yura.
"So, what's this money-making gig? Fuck the kid?"
"Yeah, basically... Sigh, fuck... Hey, Kim Cheolsu, you explain."
Yura naturally dumped the responsibility of explaining this fucked-up situation onto me.
Chaewon's gaze shifted from Yura, who'd been sizing me up, to me now.
She looked at me like I was a random pebble on the street, utterly disinterested, and said,
"Hmph, hi?"
Like she'd just noticed me now.
In this awkward, oppressive atmosphere, I swallowed dryly and opened my mouth.
I started explaining my abilities, activation conditions, and all that to this new player in the world.
"Hi. Straight to the point. We're gonna make money. A shit-ton of it. And if you help, you'll make some too."
At the word 'money,' I caught a slight flicker in Chaewon's eyes.
I seized the moment and kept going.
"I have... a special talent. For coin investing. I can read chart flows, predict ups and downs way more accurately than others."
"......"
"But it's not always on. Like a switch. Normally, I'm just another idiot coin trader losing assloads of cash."
I paused, glancing at Yura. She wouldn't even meet my eyes, just slurping her Americano.
"But... under specific 'conditions,' the switch flips. All stray thoughts vanish from my head, and I enter 'Post-Nut Clarity' where I only see the market flow."
Finally, I summed up the core of it all in the simplest, most direct words.
"And that 'condition'... well, simply put, it's sex."
As my words ended, the mocking smile on Chaewon's face twisted into one of contempt, like 'this guy's a total psycho.'
"What kinda bullshit are you spouting... Crazy. Whatever."
Dismissing my 'Post-Nut Clarity' theory as worthless, she waved her hand.
Then, like haggling at a market stall, she laid out her terms.
"No raw for an hour. Twice, 30 pics. Deal?"
She doesn't believe me, huh? Fine, if she's straight-up bargaining, it makes things easier for me.
But the issue was, there was something more important than just sex for Post-Nut Clarity.
Maximum efficiency. Confirming the top-tier duration proportional to my satisfaction from 'raw' and 'threesome.'
This was non-negotiable.
So... this expense would be handled as essential 'entertainment costs' or 'investment capital' for our business success.
I turned to our funds manager, the culprit behind all this: Han Yura.
"Hey, Yura. This isn't just for me. Company funds?"
"Fuck... But if it doesn't work like you say, you pay it back with interest. Got it?"
"...You're one hell of a success story."
"I know."
Deal with Yura done, I turned back to Chaewon, who was staring at us like 'what the fuck are they talking about.'
"Anyway, raw, threesome. How much?"
"......What a ridiculous fucker. Hmm, no raw for starters. Threesome? With Yura?"
"Yeah."
At my reply, Chaewon's gaze shifted to Yura.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity.
"Heh, Han Yura. You doing conditions now?"
"It's not like that, so quit looking at me like a fucking perv."
Yura growled, and Chaewon burst out laughing.
"What're you on about, you bitch. Anyway, if Yura's cool with it, I'm in."
"Hmm... Raw really a no-go?"
I pressed, and Chaewon's expression turned serious again.
"Yeah. What if you've got some disease?"
"No STDs. Yura vouches."
I boldly thrust Yura forward as my STD guarantor.
That instant, Yura's face twisted into the most rotten expression I'd ever seen.
All her snarling momentum toward Chaewon moments ago shattered with my one line.
Chaewon saw Yura's face, grasped the whole situation, and started cackling.
Yura's humiliation apparently convinced her.
"Hmph, really? Deal then. But no creampie."
Chaewon accepted generously.
Victory assured, I agreed readily.
And then, to seal the deal—the most idiotic, tone-deaf line.
"Yeah, I'll only cum on Yura."
At my words, it felt like time stopped for everyone but me and Chaewon.
Chaewon stared like 'holy shit, this guy's for real,' and Yura... Yura slowly lifted her head to look at me.
No more anger or contempt in her eyes.
It was murderous intent.
"You fucking bastards."
She shot up, slamming the table with a 'bang!' and yelled.
The whole coffee shop turned to stare.
"Is my pussy a fucking cum rag?!"
Yura's scream echoed like thunder through the quiet afternoon franchise coffee shop in Siheung, Gyeonggi Province.
Instantly, all noise in the shop ceased.
Studying college kids, gossiping ajummas, the blank-faced barista—every eye locked on our table, precisely my face.
Before my brain processed, my body reacted first.
Survival instinct.
With my chair toppling backward, I bolted up.
Then, toward Chaewon doubled over stifling laughs like this was hilarious, and Yura glaring murderously with a beet-red face, I shouted desperately,
"Guys, let's bolt!"
We fled the cafe like punk-ass kids who'd eaten and ditched without paying.
Dozens of eyeballs burning into our backs—utterly mortifying.
Even outside, no one spoke for a while. Yura stormed ahead, fuming.
A vibe like she'd turn and kick my balls any second, radiating menace from behind.
Beside me, Chaewon finally lost it and clutched her stomach, howling "Puhaha!"
Caught between, I sweated bullets, glancing from one to the other.
Our destination: my studio apartment.
The public humiliation was over.
Now, private execution time approached.
Opening the door, stuffy air hit us.
Chaewon wrinkled her nose immediately.
"What, no AC?"
"Nope."
"Hate sweating. Motel okay?"
"If you pay for the motel."
My sharp retort made Chaewon's eyes widen. She gawked at Yura like I was insane.
"Holy shit, this guy's nuts... Yura, he always like this?"
"Yeah."
At Yura's short, resigned affirmation, Chaewon let out a hollow laugh.
No time for pointless chit-chat. I had no intention of wasting it.
One goal anyway. Max 'satisfaction' for 'Post-Nut Clarity.'
No waiting—I stripped naked in front of them and sprawled eagle on my bed like usual.
To Yura, who seemed extra shy today and hung her head, and Chaewon staring like I was a lunatic, I pointed and commanded,
"What're you waiting for, you sluts. Come suck."
".........Fuck."
A tiny curse laced with rage and humiliation slipped from Yura's lips. But Chaewon's reaction was the opposite.
"Puhah...!"
She burst out laughing.
"Looks like a total loser, but acts like an alpha?"
Chaewon giggled at me, clearly loving this shitshow. Like playing a prank, she asked,
"So, who first? Yura? Or me?"
"What? Separate ain't a threesome. Both strip quick and come here."
Lounging like a king, I ordered. Chaewon's eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Wow~"
But Yura's response differed.
"..........Fuck."
She muttered the curse in the tiniest voice I could hear, packed with utter disgust.
At my words, Yura's face rotted further as she sloooowly, reluctantly started undressing.
Like a prisoner changing into jail rags—every motion dripped humiliation and fury.
Chaewon, contrastingly, giggled without shame, stripping everything off in a flash.
And finally, the two women's naked bodies fully revealed before me.
Fuck. This was art.
Han Yura was like a finely honed Japanese sword.
Flawless snow-white skin that seemed to glow even in the dim room light.
Skinny frame, but her tits were decently sized, perky and defying gravity.
No excess fat on her lower abs, slender long limbs that looked fragile enough to snap yet drew sharp lines.
No ornaments, no blemishes. A perfectly pristine porcelain body.
Yoon Chaewon, the opposite: an overwhelming oil painting radiating presence.
Over her healthy tan skin, flashy irezumi tattoos coiled like armor around her arms, legs, and the tits and ass hidden by clothes.
The D-cup tits Yura called 'fuckin' huge' weren't just big.
Heavy and voluptuous, overflowing in your hand.
Below her cinched waist, thick thighs and a bursting ass exuded raw sexual power.
Pale and sharp Yura.
Tan and voluptuous Chaewon.
Flat on the bed, savoring my life's best view, I smugly patted both sides.
"Alright, let's get started, you sluts?"