Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Volume Surge
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Volume Surge.
The quiet conversation between the two women rang crystal clear in my ears.
Just moments ago, I'd been a god who owned the world. Now, I was back to being 23-year-old Kim Cheolsu, treated like an idiot by these two women once again.
My face burned hot.
Rage and humiliation surged through every inch of my body.
But overriding all those emotions was something far more primal and urgent.
'I need to settle the accounts...'
I had to split this massive haul from today with these women precisely and secure my share.
In my current hazy, emotional state, I couldn't crunch a single number properly.
One more time. Just once more, I needed that sensation.
I threw away the last scraps of my pride.
Thud.
"......!"
Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees in front of the two women, and Yura and Chaewon's eyes went wide.
At my sudden move, a flicker of panic crossed their faces, which had been full of mockery moments before.
Keeping my head bowed to the floor, I spoke. My voice came out trembling without me realizing it.
"...Just once more."
"......What?"
"Just once more, help me out. That's the only way I can settle up."
My desperate plea hung in the air, met by a heavy silence in the room. Soon, Yura let out a deep sigh.
That sigh mixed resignation—like she'd seen this coming—with an annoyed sense of inevitability.
"Ugh, your bullshit phase is back. You really do it all, don't you?"
Yura grumbled as she glanced at Chaewon.
Chaewon met her gaze, stared me down for a moment, then smirked and said,
"So, how much Post-Nut Clarity are we talking this time?"
At that, the two exchanged looks and nodded.
Everything was a transaction.
They didn't ask me anything more.
A little later, I emptied myself out once again.
Amid the pleasure crafted by their skilled, soft lips, I reached climax yet again.
And that sensation returned. As the afterglow of ecstasy faded, cold, razor-sharp reason bubbled up in its place.
The whole world started looking like numbers again.
I staggered to my feet.
There was no trace left of the man who'd just begged on his knees.
I sat back down at the computer without so much as glancing at the two women.
Then, I closed my eyes.
I could feel Yura and Chaewon watching me curiously from behind, but it didn't matter.
In my mind, the world was already unfolding in a whole new way.
Total principal investment: 58.13 million won.
Of that, my share: 34.12 million. Han Yura's share: 23.71 million. Yun Chaewon's share: 300,000 won.
Share percentages: 58.7%, 40.8%, 0.5%.
Today's total profit: 189.54 million 2,830 won.
Split according to each share percentage.
From Han Yura's profit share, 10% success fee goes to me.
Complex formulas and nine-digit numbers danced through my brain, processed at the speed of light without a single glitch.
A few seconds of silence.
I slowly opened my eyes. All emotion was gone from them. I turned to Yura.
"Han Yura."
My cold voice made her shoulders twitch slightly. Like a machine, I recited the mental math results precisely.
"Initial share: 23.71 million won. Profit based on 40.8% share: 77.30 million 4,784 won. Subtract my 10% success fee of 7.73 million 478 won, and your final net profit is..."
I paused, then delivered the verdict.
"69.57 million 4,306 won. So your total final share comes to 93.28 million 4,306 won."
"......What?"
Yura looked blankly confused, like she couldn't process my words.
93 million... won? Her brain refused to accept that a sum she'd never dream of seeing in her lifetime was about to hit her account overnight.
She repeated the number over and over.
93.28 million won... 93.28 million won...
And finally, when it sank in as reality.
"Kyaaaaah!"
A shrill scream unlike anything from Han Yura filled the room.
The usual cynical, prickly Han Yura was nowhere to be seen.
With tears welling up, she charged at me, threw her arms around my neck, and planted a kiss on me.
Mwah!
Whether it was thanks or joy or just an uncontrollable burst of emotion, it was a short, intense kiss.
Caught off guard by Yura's sudden kiss, I froze for a moment.
But only for a moment. My Post-Nut Clarity brain classified her emotional outburst as an "uninterpretable variable" and shoved it out of my consciousness.
At Yura's sudden kiss, my shoulders jerked, but then I burst out laughing, "Puhaha!"
I patted her back.
"Hey, hey, calm down! Since when do you pull this kinda stuff?"
At my cheerful words, Yura finally blushed and stepped back.
I chuckled at her once more, then turned to Yun Chaewon, who was watching me with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.
"Alright, next up, our new teammate, Yun Chaewon!"
I called out brightly on purpose, and Chaewon swallowed hard.
Still seated, I spun around to meet her eyes.
"First, before we settle up, there's one rule we need to set."
"Rule?"
"Yeah. Our team's rule is I get 10% success fee for the brainpower I put in. Yura and I agreed on this upfront."
To avoid any misunderstanding, I explained everything honestly.
"But you joined out of the blue today, so I couldn't tell you beforehand. So for this time, we'll skip it. Fairness is key between us. Okay?"
Chaewon stared at me for a bit, then nodded slightly. Smiling in satisfaction, I finally revealed her share.
"So! Your principal: 300,000 won. The profit your money made today... drumroll... a whopping 978,560 won!"
I spread my arms wide and shouted excitedly like a kid.
"Total with principal: 1.278 million 560 won! How's that for a jackpot?"
Chaewon's mouth slowly fell open at my words.
She stared into space, seeming to calculate her profits, then burst out laughing, "Puhat!"
Not her earlier mockery or scorn—this was pure, exhilarating joy at hitting the big time.
"Fuck... this is total bullshit, in the best way."
She looked at me again, genuinely impressed.
Her eyes held pure recognition and trust for a fellow comrade: 'This crazy bastard is the real deal.'
With Chaewon's hearty laugh bringing up the rear, a pleasant silence settled in the room.
240 million won total.
An overwhelming victory so sweet it made even the stuffy air of this rundown studio apartment taste like candy.
I grinned in satisfaction and clapped once. Clap. The two women's attention snapped back to me.
"Okay, everyone calm down. Celebrations later—time to plan our team's next move."
I put on a serious businessman face.
"We've got 240 million won in hand now. First official team meeting: what do we do with it?"
I counted off on my fingers, laying out options for them.
"Two choices. First: the 'safe path.' Settle up clean today, withdraw to our accounts, and cash out."
I glanced at Yura. I knew why she needed the money.
Then I raised a second finger. My eyes sparkled involuntarily.
"Second: the 'bigger path.' Roll every bit of it into our team's new seed money. Scale this game way, way up."
I took a breath. Excitement crept into my voice unbidden.
"Turn 240 million into 2 billion, 2 billion into 20 billion. Sure, bigger game means bigger risks—could lose it all in a flash. But if we win..."
I finished and looked at them seriously.
"This is your money on the line, so your say matters most. No pressure. So, what? Stop here, or keep going?"
My question barely landed before an immediate answer shot back. Surprisingly, Chaewon spoke first.
"What's to think about?"
Legs crossed, she smirked at me without a hint of hesitation.
"Obviously keep going. Stopping now would be idiotic, right?"
She said it like, why even ask? I liked her bold attitude and grinned back.
"Oh, for real? Full reinvest? No regrets?"
"Regrets? Please."
Chaewon stood, heading to her handbag tossed in the corner.
She fiddled with her phone, pulling out all but a few cards and some cash from her wallet—like transferring every last won in her account.
"Hey."
She called to me.
"I've got another million won. Roll that in too. Take your 10% fee, I don't care."
She casually dropped the bomb of handing her entire fortune to this "idiot" she'd just met, like picking dinner.
I was genuinely awed by her guts.
"Whoa... nice! Our new teammate's got fire—I like it. Deal, accepted."
I nodded eagerly.
Naturally, all eyes turned to the one person who hadn't spoken yet.
Every gaze in the room locked on Han Yura.
She bit her lip hard, unable to decide easily.
Walk away safe with 93 million, or stick with this crazy gamble?
Now, it was her choice alone.
Han Yura bit her lip hard, unable to decide easily.
Over 93 million won. The weight of it pressed down on her shoulders.
After a long, heavy silence, Yura finally spoke. Her voice trembled faintly.
"...How much is my total again?"
Understanding her anxiety, I smiled softly and reminded her.
"Your final share: 93.28 million 4,306 won."
Yura heard the number again, closed her eyes.
Memories of miserable days crushed by money debt flashed through her mind—days she never wanted to relive.
A moment later, Yura opened her eyes slowly.
No trace of doubt left. They were the steady, relieved eyes of someone who'd decided.
"I'll reinvest 50 million."
She looked me straight in the eye.
"Withdraw the rest."
She paused, then added quietly,
"...I never want to live like before. I need enough in my account to weather anything."
Hearing that, I nodded inwardly.
'Smart. Not all-in like me—keeping profits safe separately is solid.'
Investment for the future and a safety net from the past. The wisest, ideal portfolio.
I respected her choice and replied happily.
"Got it. Very smart move. Let's do that."
With that, our team's first official meeting ended.
And preparations for our new beginning were complete.
With settlements done, a satisfied silence filled the room.
Yura stared blankly into space, still unable to believe over 93 million was hers, like she was in a dream.
Suddenly snapping back to reality, she turned to me casually.
"So, what's the plan from here?"
She glanced worriedly at the monitor charts, then at me.
"You said day trading isn't for big money, right? We've got almost 200 million seed now..."
It was a sharp, practical question—great partner instincts for risk management. Satisfied with her smarts, I smirked.
"True... but that's for 'calm seas' mode."
I took a sip of the cold canned coffee on the desk.
"What we rode today wasn't just waves. That was a massive 'tidal wave' from trillions poured in. An event."
I started explaining with analogies for clarity.
"Think of this coin market as a huge festival. Whales just wrapped up the main event—blasting off fireworks worth hundreds of billions."
Chaewon nodded at my words.
"Festival ends, do all the spectators go straight home? Nah. They stick around for afterparties, scavenging scraps, scrapping among themselves."
I grinned.
"We're in that 'afterparty' phase now. Whale cash and FOMO ant money are still ghosting the board. Until that liquidity drains fully, we'll have gentle waves for days."
I concluded confidently to reassure them.
"No more jackpots like today, sure. But plenty for us three to make pocket money."
After my confident wrap-up, silence fell. Yura broke it with a disbelieving tone.
"...Pocket money?"
She stared at me like she couldn't comprehend.
"Dude. We made almost 200 million in hours... and now you're calling it 'pocket money'?"
Chaewon nodded vigorously beside her in agreement.
Their eyes held faint worry: 'Has this guy finally lost it?'
I burst out laughing at their reaction. "Puhaha!"
"Ah, sorry, my bad."
I reined in the laughter, waving it off.
"You're right. For normal folks, it's a lifetime's worth. Definitely not pocket change."
I paused, smirking as I added,
"But what I mean is, compared to today's 'tidal wave,' the waves we'll ride next are 'pocket money' scale. It's about the difference in magnitude."
I snapped my fingers like it was obvious.
"From now on, goal's steady profits: a few million a day, ten mil if lucky. Compared to today, that's pocket change, right?"
Yura and Chaewon just stared at each other, speechless.
In this unreal world where 'millions or tens of millions a day' became 'pocket money.'
Our reality had flipped completely—from today onward.