Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Volume Surge
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With all the decisions finalized, a brief sense of relief settled over the room.
Now stretching out before us was nearly 200 million in seed money and a glittering future where we could rake in hundreds, even thousands, every single day.
I grinned in satisfaction and took another sip of the coffee Yura had brought.
Right then, it hit me like a ton of bricks—the most crucial detail I'd completely overlooked.
"Oh, right. Chaewon."
I called out to her suddenly, and Yura and Chaewon's gazes snapped back to me.
"I haven't told you the most important reason I brought you onto our team."
"The most important reason?"
Chaewon tilted her head. It was a bit awkward to explain, so I scratched my head and opened my mouth.
The current "me" was the kind of leader who had to lay everything out honestly, even this.
"Uh... You saw my ability earlier, right? My Post-Nut Clarity."
"Yeah. You were having a blast with it."
"To maximize that ability's efficiency and keep it going as long as possible..."
I paused for a moment, then laid it all out bluntly.
"No condom... basically, a raw creampie is the best. That's what gives the longest duration and the highest quality boost."
At my bombshell declaration, Chaewon's eyes widened slightly. I glanced at Yura beside me and continued.
"But I can't keep doing that just to Yura. She could get pregnant, and it's tough on her body. Dumping all the burden on one person isn't good for the team either."
Yura nodded quietly, as if it went without saying.
I turned back to Chaewon.
This time, speaking as the leader recruiting our team's core partner, I got serious.
"That's why we need you. To share Yura's burden and reliably supply the team's key engine—my 'Post-Nut Clarity'—as our most vital partner."
I finished explaining and waited for her reaction. Chaewon stared at me quietly, as if piecing it all together in her head.
Then, with a smirk, she asked,
Her voice held no blame or disgust—just pure curiosity.
"So, bottom line, you want me to just let you raw dog me whenever?"
She propped her chin on her hand and added,
"And you're fine if I get knocked up?"
Her brutally practical question gave me pause. Then, drawing on my "super intelligence," I confidently presented the most logical solution.
"We're trying to minimize that risk. Probability-wise."
I wagged my finger like I'd cracked the code.
"Yura half, you half... like that?"
The room's air turned icy once more.
Behind me, I felt Yura let out a deep sigh—like "that idiot's at it again," full of utter resignation.
But Chaewon's reaction wasn't resignation.
She stared at me with wide eyes for a second, then made a face like I was the most pathetic worm on earth.
And with one sentence, she demolished my brilliant brain's perfect solution.
"You know that's fucking stupid, right?"
Her straight fastball left me speechless.
It felt like my "super intelligence" had slammed into the wall of "common sense" and bounced right off.
Feeling inexplicably wronged, I stammered out excuses.
"It's risky, sure, but the money's guaranteed... From what Yura and I have done so far..."
Before I could finish, Chaewon turned to Yura like I wasn't even worth talking to anymore.
Her eyes sharpened like a detective on interrogation.
"Hmm... So how'd you handle it before? It wasn't just once or twice."
Chaewon propped her chin, scanning Yura up and down as she continued.
"You been raw creampieing her every time? Yura, you pregnant or what?"
"What the fuck kinda crazy talk is that, you psycho bitch?!"
Yura, who'd been silent, exploded at the provocative question.
With a look of utter disbelief, she smacked her stomach and shot back at Chaewon.
"Hell no! We've only gone raw a few times, including today. Before that, we always used condoms."
At Yura's curt reply, Chaewon shrugged like "oh, that's how it was."
Then, as if she'd found the simplest fix,
"So what's the problem? Just wrap it up. Easy."
She winked at me and tacked on a bombshell proposal.
"In exchange, on my safe days, I'll take your raw creampies no problem. Deal?"
"Ah, that's the issue..."
Her crystal-clear suggestion made my temples throb. I pressed them like my head hurt.
"My stamina's not infinite. With a condom, Post-Nut Clarity lasts maybe half a day at best. Then I'd have to do it again—twice or three times a day. How the hell am I supposed to pull that off?"
At my venting of real woes, Chaewon eyed me up and down suspiciously.
"What, you can't handle two or three times a day? Your dick that weak?"
"Argh... fuck, it's not that!"
I yelled, genuinely wronged. I could feel Yura side-eyeing me like "what an idiot," but that didn't matter now.
"It's not just the sex! After busting my brain analyzing, I'm wiped too! Staring at monitors for hours right after sex, grinding my mind—that look easy to you?"
I shot up from my seat and pointed at my legs.
"You see this? My legs are fucking shaking right now."
My near-scream and the faint tremble in my legs finally clicked for Chaewon. She realized her idea of "stamina" was worlds apart from mine.
"Ah..."
A low sigh escaped her lips. Now she finally grasped every piece of this bizarre "Post-Nut Clarity trading method."
At her sharp insight, I sighed. She'd nailed the core issue.
"So... how long does raw creampie last, then?"
"Average six hours."
"Not much difference."
At her blunt remark, I said it like I was dead serious.
"Three times a day non-stop and I'd drop dead! Twice is brutal enough. Three's straight-up impossible."
Now grasping my limits, Chaewon hit me with a fundamental question.
Her eyes sparkled like she'd found the last flaw in this twisted business model.
"Then when you don't have Post-Nut Clarity or whatever, why not just... not trade coins?"
I grinned at that. Finally, time to explain the heart of it all.
"You know why coin traders go bust?"
"Why?"
At her innocent question, I straightened up and launched into lecture mode like some top-tier tutor. This was the most crucial lesson our team had to learn.
"Impulse Trading."
"Impulse... Trading?"
"Yeah. Hitting buy or sell with zero analysis or basis—just pure mood and emotion. Total insanity."
I locked eyes with both women.
"You felt it staring at the monitors, right? Red numbers (going up) spiking, and you're desperate like if you don't buy now, you'll be the only one left broke. Blue numbers (dropping) plunging, and panic hits like if you don't sell now, your money's toilet paper. Getting swept up in that, buying at the peak and selling at the bottom over and over. That's the one and only reason retail traders lose money."
I paused, pointed at myself, and confessed honestly.
"Normal me? Same as you—hell, maybe worse. My reason can't beat my emotions for even a second."
I tapped my empty head again.
"And this 'Post-Nut Clarity'... it's the only cure. Wipes out all emotions and distractions, lets me see the market purely through numbers and logic."
My final confession hung in the air, met with silence. Chaewon stared blankly at me through the cigarette smoke.
In her mind, all the surreal pieces from today were snapping into one massive picture.
Genius ability. Trigger condition. Insane profits. The cost. And the me without it.
She exhaled a long, long plume of smoke. Then, quietly, as if she'd gotten it all,
"So, to sum up..."
She pointed at me.
"No Post-Nut Clarity, and you're a fucking ticking time bomb. Buy high, sell low, go bust."
Then she pointed at herself and Yura alternately.
"So while you're 'awake,' we gotta keep you edged or sucked or whatever to maintain it, or no money. That it?"
Her perfect, filthy summary left nothing more to say.
I just nodded slowly, looking exhausted.
"Yeah."
At my curt affirmation, Chaewon nodded like she'd fully grasped it.
But the playfulness had vanished from her face.
"Ah... fuck... pregnancy's still a dealbreaker, though..."
At her practical worry, I shrugged lightly, like explaining market risk.
"High risk, high return. You know?"
She glared at my smug reply, then turned to Yura—the veteran partner already on this path—for confirmation.
"Yura, you're cool with this?"
"............"
Yura said nothing. She just averted her eyes. That silence crushed the room heavier than any words could.
Chaewon took it as assent and looked back at me, resolute.
"Fine."
She laid out her terms like a lawyer reading the final clause.
"But if I get pregnant, no abortion. Remember that."
"...What?"
I doubted my ears. My "super intelligence" took seconds to process her words. More unpredictable than any market variable.
Chaewon looked at my shock and dropped another bomb, totally calm.
"Surprise—I go to church."
'.........No fucking way, you crazy bitch.'
A woman covered in tattoos, cursing like breathing, goes to church. Speechless, I stared. She waved it off like I misunderstood.
"Nah, not saying you gotta take responsibility."
She grinned. The smile of a master gambler who'd calculated every risk and bet it all.
"Just make a shit-ton of money. Deal?"
"Deal."
My reply—or surrender—earned a satisfied nod.
Then, smirking wider, she dropped a proposal even crazier than mine.
"But,"
She eyed me.
"Splitting between me and Yura cuts pregnancy odds. I get that."
"Uh... yeah, so?"
I blinked, clueless where she was going. She said it like it was obvious.
"Three's better than two, right? One-third risk beats one-half. Yeah?"
"Ha, fuck! Finally talking sense, you psycho!"
Yura, silent till now, blew up at the beyond-insane idea.
She glared at Chaewon in genuine shock. But Chaewon didn't flinch.
"What? You dragged me in 'cause you don't wanna get pregnant either."
"......"
Yura had no comeback to the bullseye. Chaewon pressed on triumphantly.
"By your logic, adding one more drops risk to one-third."
"...True, but you know someone?"
Yura grudgingly admitted and asked. Chaewon pondered.
"No one jumps out, but... we could find someone."
"Can't just grab anyone!"
Yura snapped irritably.
"Not some slut who'll give us all STDs!"
At Yura's realism, Chaewon's excited chatter halted with an "Ah..."
The third-partner plan hit a wall right away.
Right then, Yura's eyes flashed like she'd spotted a core issue.
She slowly, very slowly turned and glared at me.
Her gaze screamed, "You bastard, don't tell me..."
"Oh, right."
She spoke in a chilling tone.
"So... you checked how long the Post-Nut Clarity from that 'threesome' today lasted?"
She spat "threesome" with pure contempt and mockery.
I caught her real intent behind the random question and blanked out.
I laughed awkwardly and looked away.
"Huh? Uh... well... a big event popped on the charts suddenly... got me too excited..."
At my lame excuse, a vein bulged on Yura's forehead. Fist clenched, she growled through gritted teeth.
"You wanna die, you fucker?"
Her voice shook with rage.
"You ranted that threesome satisfaction might last over six hours—maybe all day! Then you pull this shit... you fucking asshole!"
At her scream, I threw up my greatest achievement as a shield, all indignant.
"Hey, what! Experiment failed, but I made us a ton of money instead!"
My defense didn't land on rage-blinded Yura.
In the end, I had to throw myself on their mercy again.
To calm her fury and clarify everything, I had no choice but to kneel and beg once more.
Thus, the third Post-Nut Clarity hit.
In that perfect state of reason, I reviewed my memories.
And precisely analyzed the data from today's "failed experiment."
With blank eyes, I shared the new intel with the two women.
"...Checked it."
The room went dead silent.
"If... I hadn't messed up today, the Post-Nut Clarity from a threesome would've lasted exactly seven hours."
A full hour longer than raw creampie—peak efficiency. Chaewon's eyes lit up.
But Yura was different.
She listened fully, then spoke very quietly, but firmer than ever.
Her face was set in stone—"dead serious" didn't even cover it.
"From now on,"
She eyed me, then Chaewon, declaring,
"No threesomes. Ever."
It was the birth of our team's unbreakable new rule.
I stared at her a moment, then thought to myself,
'Whatever.'
Seven hours or six—either way, to cover every waking hour of the 24 in Post-Nut Clarity, I'd need at least twice a day, no matter what.
The core problem remained unchanged.