Chapter 19
Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Conditional Whore Yoon Chaewon
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"Alright, shall we get started, you filthy sluts?"
My triumphant declaration prompted Yura and Chaewon to climb onto the bed.
Yura settled on my left, her face twisted in utter disgust, like something half-rotten with all the loathing in the world.
Chaewon took my right, grinning with blatant excitement, as if the whole situation was just fucking hilarious.
And just like that, a bizarre yet perfect triangle formed on my shitty studio apartment bed.
I turned first to the familiar one, Yura, and offered my lips.
'Your breath stinks like shit, get lost.'
The kind of contempt that would've earned me a slap back in the day had vanished at some point.
Like a king rewarding his subject, I gently licked her lips with my tongue.
A faint, familiar soap scent brushed my nose.
At the same time, my fingers unhesitatingly headed between her legs, to that secret spot.
I found her clit with my finger and pressed down firmly, drawing a hot "Hah..." breath from deep within her.
She was trying to suppress her emotions, but she couldn't hide that instinctive reaction.
She's already responding.
"Oh, Han Yura. Your pussy's fucking soaked already?"
At my blunt words, Yura shot me a glare. But her voice already trembled with something she couldn't conceal.
"Hah... shut up. It's just... physiological."
I smirked at her lame excuse.
And now, time to sample the new flavor. I turned my head to the right.
Yoon Chaewon was gazing at me with a seductive smile, like she'd been waiting forever.
As soon as I looked her way, she playfully licked her lips and let out some corny line.
Her artificial peach-flavored lip gloss glistened.
"Kissing's usually extra. But today, specially... Mmph, hah."
Before she could finish, I sealed her lips with mine.
Sweet scent mixed with a tongue that was nothing like Yura's—aggressive, slobbery, wildly ravaging my mouth.
This wasn't a kiss.
It was more like beasts exchanging saliva and desire in a savage brawl.
At my touch, Chaewon's thighs parted wide, so naturally.
Was she quicker to get wet than Yura—or even more so? That spot was already slick with sticky juices.
I shoved my finger into her drenched pussy hole and stirred it up, making wet squelching sounds.
"Hng...!"
Unlike Yura's muffled moans, this was raw pleasure, unfiltered and loud.
I nipped her lower lip and pulled back for a moment. Panting breaths unleashed the pent-up lust.
"Hoo, you bitch... you're turning me on so fucking much. Should I just shove it in?"
"No need to suck it first?"
Chaewon looked up at me with a sultry grin. This slut was savoring every second.
"Later."
I said curtly, climbing atop her plump body.
The bed creaked loudly under my weight.
Her skin mixed a slightly pungent perfume with the hot, aroused musk—totally different from Yura.
"Ugh, you're heavy..."
I ignored her brief complaint and straightened my hips.
Grabbing my cock, I rubbed the head along her well-worn slutty pussy, which looked plenty broken in at a glance.
That's when I noticed it... Her mound had a bit of dark stubble, like her waxing was overdue.
Nothing like Yura's pristine, baby-smooth white one.
But that raw, unkempt vibe flipped some other perverted switch inside me.
I thrust forward, and her welcoming pussy softly sucked my cock in.
Not like Yura's tight, prickly grip—this was spacious, ready to take it all.
Honestly, no clue which is better.
Pussies are all kinda the same anyway.
Tight enough, pleasurable enough, but always leaving you wanting just a bit more.
Something I didn't realize back in my fap days: real sex feels about 2% short of the hype.
No full-body shivers or mind-blowing ecstasy like in porn.
Maybe it's the lack of affection for the girl.
Fuck, what am I even thinking right now?
I shook off the stray thoughts and mechanically pumped my hips.
Chaewon, looking down at me from above, grinned wickedly.
"Huh, dick's small... but you move your hips decently?"
"Feels good?"
"Eh, a little?"
Chaewon, fully immersed in the moment.
I glanced briefly to her side.
There was Han Yura, arms over her eyes, desperately avoiding looking our way.
That deliberate aversion suddenly ignited my twisted conquest lust like crazy.
Without a word, I pulled my hips back from Chaewon and slid my cock out.
"Hey? What?!"
Ignoring her startled voice, I spread the white thighs of Yura lying beside me and thrust back in.
"Hah... fuck, you pervert."
Resigned curses spilled from Yura's lips.
She didn't resist. She just seemed to hope this madman's whim would end quickly.
Drunk on pleasure and dominance, I started moving inside her again.
Was this slippery feel from Chaewon's pussy juices I'd just been in, or was Yura wet herself? The ambiguity only turned me on more.
I slid my free left hand down, grabbing one of her tits firmly.
Then pinched her hard nipple between my fingers and twisted lightly.
Yura, arms still over her eyes, flinched irritably at the stimulus.
"Ow, fucker!"
"You love it, always creaming when I bite those chewy things, yet you bitch."
After savoring Yura's pussy a few more times, I pulled out.
Then climbed back atop Yoon Chaewon, who watched the whole show with keen interest.
Grinning, she spread her legs wide like she'd been waiting.
"Hah... is it 'cause you're uncircumcised? Feels weird."
"First time with a hood intact?"
She nodded at my question.
"Yeah, it feels totally different going in."
Her honest review made my shoulders puff up with pride.
Why settle for one when I could have both? I was the king of this bed.
While pounding Chaewon's pussy, I reached my free left hand sideways.
As my hand approached, Yura's shoulder, lying turned away, stiffened with a twitch.
I plunged it unhesitatingly between her legs.
And jammed two fingers straight into her soaked pussy.
"Hng...!"
A small scream escaped Yura's lips, one she tried but failed to stifle.
Fuck, this is insane.
Right side: the soft, roomy pleasure from Chaewon's pussy gripping my cock.
Left fingers: the chewy, hot squeeze from Yura's insides.
Both sensations dominated my nerves at once.
Feeling those two different textures simultaneously, I pistoned my hips like a maniac.
After a few more thrusts, I pulled out of Chaewon and immediately mounted Yura.
Resigned, she took me in.
As I shoved back into Yura, I reached my free right hand to grope Chaewon's massive tits lying beside us.
"Ahng..."
A sweet moan burst from Chaewon.
Yura's tight, chewy pussy clinging to my cock. Chaewon's soft, overflowing tits filling my hand.
I closed my eyes.
My shitty studio was now hotter than anywhere else in the world—my personal paradise.
In this intense pleasure, I sensed the climax approaching.
Physical bliss? Honestly, not sure.
Bareback in a tight pussy felt no different from just doing Yura alone.
But the sight...
This surreal scene unfolding before me.
Alternating between Han Yura and Yoon Chaewon's spread pussies, pounding away—this situation was driving me wild.
If I hadn't pulled out occasionally to cool off, I'd have blown like a premature loser ages ago.
In that frenzied arousal,
I finally slammed deep into Yura's pussy and unleashed it all.
"Krrgh...!"
Hot semen spreading inside her, I collapsed onto Yura, panting raggedly.
Right then, Chaewon's laughter rang in my ear.
"Pfft, didn't you cum too quick? Not regretting the cash?"
"Shut up, it's my first threesome."
I panted out an oddly honest excuse.
"Hmm, kinda underwhelming, right?"
"Yeah, but the view's fucking hot."
As I casually shared my take, Yura under me started punching my back with her fists.
"Ugh, fuck, get off me, asshole! Why do you always pull this heavy shit right after cumming?"
Yura's irritated yell, Chaewon's laughter, and my heavy breathing mingled strangely in the studio.
And so, my ridiculously short first threesome of my life ended.
Feeling the sticky, hot air cool, I slowly lifted my upper body off Yura.
At my movement, Yura sprang up like she'd been waiting, grimaced at the unpleasant drip between her legs, and bolted to the bathroom.
Through the open door crack, I saw her lean silhouette.
Squatting over the toilet, grabbing the showerhead to rinse her inner thighs and pussy. Pure post-business cleanup, no thrill or sexiness.
Then, rustling from the bed's edge.
Chaewon was rummaging her discarded pants pocket on the floor, pulling out a cig with practiced ease and lighting up.
The click, flick of the lighter, and acrid smoke filled the room.
Seeing that, I craved one too.
Where'd I leave mine?
Searched around the bed—no luck.
"Hey, gimme one."
She tossed the pack my way.
"It's 1mg. Cool?"
"Yeah."
Mild as fluff compared to mine, but that wasn't the point now.
Anything but Yura's throat-burning menthol.
I lit up, inhaled deep.
Faint smoke filling and leaving my lungs deep inside.
That very moment.
'Ah.'
My mind cleared. Not just refreshed—on another level.
The brain sludge of lust, conquest, excitement washed away like cold water, crystal clear.
Literally, a still mirror pond.
Hundreds of scattered thought fragments snapped into place like magnet-pulled puzzle, forming a grand picture.
Sex filter lifted. Numbers visible, flows readable, money scent in the air—my true world reopening.
No reason to lounge on the bed anymore.
I sat up casually, plopped at my rickety computer desk in the corner.
Hit the power button without hesitation; fans whirred to life with a hum.
Then, Chaewon's lazy voice from behind.
"Hey, not going again? Why the computer all sudden?"
Her voice was just background noise now.
All my focus sucked into the old monitor I'd just powered on, its square frame.
"Gotta make money."
I replied offhand, double-clicking to log into the exchange.
Dozens of coin charts on the desktop. One of them convulsing wildly.
Eh... what?
My pupils dilated instantly.
One ticker.
Some shitcoin with modest market cap, its chart shooting a massive green candle skyward.
Volume that'd struggle to hit 100 billion all day was now in the trillions.
What's happening? Whale dive? Pump by big players?
Doesn't matter.
What matters: this rare chance where unimaginable retail-crushing money pours into one coin perfectly synced with my Post-Nut Clarity timing.
Head ice-cold.
Heart pounding mad, but fingertips frozen calm.
In the flashing order book storm, deals sealing hundreds of times per second, I read the money flow.
In the massive wave, I spotted the safe cave to dip in and out in seconds.
This is opportunity. No—heaven's money bundle tossed my way.
I yelled urgently toward the bathroom, voice cracking.
"Hey, Han Yura! Roll the reserve cash into scalping now!"
Moment later, mumbling from beyond the door.
"Scalping... what's that?"
No time to explain.
Every minute, second—no, 0.1 second counted. Scalping tens of millions in low-volume is suicide.
But in trillion-volume frenzy, my 20 million reserve was a Pacific drop, Sahara grain.
No one'd notice me.
I just needed to snag crumbs like a shrimp in whale wars.
I ignored her, fingers on keyboard.
My world restarting.
I ignored her, fingers on keyboard.
Positioned precisely on buy/sell hotkeys like entering coordinates.
World vanished.
Yoon Chaewon lazily smoking, Han Yura splashing in bathroom, my shitty studio scene—all shoved from consciousness.
Only me and the monitor.
The grand numerical war unfolding inside it.
'Let's go.'
The order book before me wasn't numbers anymore.
A fierce battlefield: two armies clashing over massive walls.
Blue sell volume above, red buy below. 0.1-second skirmishes over one price.
I saw it.
Cracks hidden in that thick sell wall—empty illusions stacked to scare.
Fake sells, not real.
There.
Tat-tat-tat!
Fingers flew over keys.
'Buy' command fired; chunk of my seed rocketed, piercing the weakest sell wall spot.
[Filled]
No 0.01-second delay—my order devoured someone's sell.
Instantly, ferocious buy wave followed my breach signal, shoving price up one tick.
Now.
Click.
Mouse button down; dumped all just-bought at next tick up.
My lots snapped up by greedy buys; account flashed crisp red profit of tens of thousands.
All in 2 seconds.
No breath.
Huge sell dump crushed price again.
Panicked ants dumped stops.
But I saw.
Beneath the waterfall sells, a massive whale buy order gaping wide.
Fingers moved again.
Nipped the sell tail end, sold at rebound spark.
Like surgeon separating bone from flesh, I carved profit slivers from wave gaps.
Buy. Fill. Sell. Fill. Buy. Fill. Sell. Fill.
Keyboard-mouse frenzy echoed madly.
Fingers like separate life, executing brain calls with 0.01-second precision on screen.
Dozens of trades.
Take-profit/stop-loss at 0.1%—inhuman reaction gaps.
One tick my way: profit. Whiff opposite: cut loss.
Min loss, dust profits stacking.
Not trading anymore. Performance art 'playing,' brutal 'slaughter.'
How long? Sweat beaded on forehead, trickled down jaw.
Finally, pianist ending concerto, hands off keys, leaned deep into chair.
"Hoo..."
Panting, stared at monitor corner.
[Realized P/L: +2,173,580 KRW]
Few minutes. Less than a cig's burn. Then, watery voice from behind—Yura.
Outta bathroom unnoticed, she blankly alternated between my back and screen.
"You... just now... what did you do...?"
Awe and confusion in her voice from not grasping the miracle before her eyes.
2 million won.
Money she'd slave a month to touch in her hated reality—born in minutes right here.
That unreal sight left Yura speechless.
Eyes fixed on monitor, I said indifferently, like to furniture behind.
"Scalping. Stop spacing out and go buy smokes and drinks."
My order snapped her to reality.
"Uh... yeah."
She stammered, then urgently asked like remembering something.
"Hey, but... Chaewon's money too? Roll it together?"
Only then remembered the other person in the room.
Slowly turned to see Yoon Chaewon on bed, cig in mouth, eyeing me and screen interestedly.
Not casual suggestion.
Offer to join my Post-Nut Clarity runs, share the fruits going forward.
"...Hey, Yoon Chaewon. What do you say? Roll your 30 mil with mine?"
She plucked cig with fingers, exhaled long.
Grinned, lip curling.
"Hmm... sounds fun. Deal, for now."
I didn't miss the raw greed for money and pleasure flashing—not mere curiosity—in her eyes.
Okay.
No more worries.
Yura'd follow orders, Chaewon pledged her stake to this gamble.
All variables controlled. No distractions.
I turned back to the monitor battlefield.
No telling how long trillion volume lasts.
Till the massive party ends, till my head clouds with lust again, till Post-Nut Clarity fades.
Money printing: commence.