Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Single Mom Yoon Chaewon
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With Yura's declaration, our team's most efficient strategy—threesomes—had been banned before it even began.
In the end, we were back to square one. Twice a day—how were we going to manage that?
At that moment, the two women started talking to each other, treating me like I wasn't even there.
Just like moms scheduling their kid's cram school classes.
"So, how should we handle things from now on?"
Chaewon spoke up first. Yura thought for a moment before explaining her situation.
"I have to go to school, so like before—once early in the morning, and once in the evening after classes... It'll be tough, though..."
As Yura trailed off, Chaewon jumped in like she'd been waiting.
"Forget it. Now it's just the two of us, so we can split it up."
She fiddled with her nails for a bit, thinking, then made her decision.
"Yura, you're a college student, so you take the afternoon slot after school. I'll come at 9 a.m."
Chaewon's straightforward proposal. But she added a condition.
"I have to drop Haneul off at daycare first, so anything earlier won't work for me."
Haneul? Daycare? I'd been listening quietly without interrupting, but I couldn't help blurting out a question.
"Haneul? Your niece?"
At my question, Chaewon looked at me with the most casual expression and replied.
"No, she's my daughter."
"...?"
My brain froze for a second.
Daughter? This woman covered in tattoos all over her body, scraping by on compensated dates? A mom?
She said it so nonchalantly that I felt embarrassed even for looking shocked.
Oblivious to my reaction, Chaewon got back to the point.
Her voice was far more serious than before.
"Oh, by the way. About the money I invested. Excluding the principal, how much profit can we make per day?"
"Hmm, hard to say exactly until we try... Why?"
Chaewon let out a deep sigh in response to my question.
Her face no longer showed any trace of the hedonist from earlier.
"Why? I need to eat and live, too."
She looked me straight in the eye and said.
"You think raising a kid costs pocket change?"
Her words made it clear: raising a child wasn't cheap.
This wasn't a joke or exaggeration anymore.
Her voice carried the raw desperation and exhaustion of a single mom raising a kid alone.
The weight of it left me speechless for a moment, until pure curiosity made me ask a stupid question.
"Uh... hey. What about your husband? Doesn't he earn money?"
The moment I finished asking, Chaewon's face twisted into a look of utter contempt, like Is this guy a total idiot?
She snorted in disbelief.
"Are you an idiot?"
She stared at me like I was the most pitiful person on earth and said.
"If I had a husband, you think I'd be selling my pussy to get by?"
Chaewon's blunt response plunged the room into heavy silence once more.
The one who broke it was Yura, looking worried.
"Wait... then don't you need to head out now? You can't leave the baby alone."
At Yura's words, Chaewon waved it off lightly, saying it was fine.
"Nah, my mom's there, so today and tomorrow are okay."
I nodded quietly at Chaewon's words.
And I recalled the question she'd asked just moments ago.
About how much daily profit she could expect—the question tied directly to her livelihood.
Numbers started recombining and calculating in my head again. Slipping back into my cheerful leader mode, I turned to Chaewon and said.
"About what you asked earlier. Including the 1 million won you're adding, your total principal is 2,278,560 won. Right?"
Chaewon nodded.
"Alright, I'll lay out two plans for how much we can make with that. Listen closely and pick one."
I held up one finger.
"First: the 'Salary Plan.' Put all your money into a high-liquidity short-term trading account and roll it daily. We won't see waves like today, but with money flowing back into the market over the next few days, we can conservatively aim for 2-3% profit every day."
I did some quick mental math.
"That's about 50,000 to 70,000 won a day. Minimum 1.5 million a month. Better than slaving away outside, right?"
Then I raised a second finger.
"Second: the 'Real Estate Plan.' Half goes into short-term trading like I just said for daily living expenses, and the other half... we bury in the long-term investment account we planned initially. Your immediate cash flow halves, but when the market surges big again, that money could multiply several times, even dozens."
I finished explaining and handed the choice to her.
"What'll it be? Steady daily cash like a 'salary,' or gamble on a potential 'jackpot' down the line?"
Chaewon sank into deep thought at my proposal.
She counted on her fingers, calculating something furiously.
Not just profit rates, but the grueling monthly living expenses for her and her daughter, Haneul.
A moment later, she looked up.
"Hmm... The 'jackpot' sounds nice, but living expenses right now are the issue."
She'd zeroed in on the flaws in both plans with her own shrewd logic.
"If we go 'Real Estate Plan,' the immediate cash is too low, so I'd still need side gigs. And if I catch some STD from another guy, you two would flip out on me."
Her gaze shifted to Yura.
"But even with the 'Salary Plan' at 100%, it's only 1.5 mil a month. Still not enough for living expenses."
Hearing that, Yura asked innocently from the side.
"Isn't 1.5 million... enough?"
Chaewon's face hardened coldly. She was about to school this naive girl who'd never raised a kid on harsh reality.
"Hey."
"...Yeah?"
"One decent outfit for a kid wipes out 100,000 won easy. If you don't know, shut your mouth."
Yura clamped her lips shut at Chaewon's prickly words, mumbling awkwardly.
"...Okay."
Awkward silence filled the room again. Chaewon had raised a crucial issue.
Neither of my plans guaranteed enough income for her to cut out external gigs like compensated dates entirely.
It was a direct clash between our team's safety and her survival.
I started racking my brain again for a solution to this new dilemma.
Awkward silence flowed through the room once more.
The team's safety versus her livelihood—a head-on collision.
Neither of my proposed plans resolved it.
Even my 'super intelligence' wasn't perfect against real-world money problems.
I began turning it over in my head.
Right then, the answer came from the most unexpected place. Chaewon herself had found it.
She scanned my bachelor pad thoroughly for a moment.
The delivery containers piled haphazardly in the corner, the laundry heap that had to be days old, the ramen broth stains on the desk.
After taking it all in, her eyes sparkled like a hustler's.
She grinned at me and said.
"Hey, Kim Cheolsu."
"...Yeah?"
"If I cook and do your laundry, how much will you pay me?"
Her out-of-left-field proposal left me speechless for a second.
She looked at me like I was pathetic and elaborated.
"You're living like a total slob—I'll fix that for you. You probably just eat ramen all day anyway, right? I may not look it, but I'm damn good at cooking. What do you say?"
She was confident. This wasn't begging.
It was a brand-new business proposal: offering her 'household labor' to our team.
Even Yura, listening beside us, looked like she thought it was a good idea.
Keeping our team's core asset—me—properly fed and in a decent environment.
That was an important investment in our profit margins, too.
I mulled over her bold offer in my head.
Managing the condition of the team's core asset: me.
Eliminating external risks for a team member.
And securing stable living expenses to solidify the team's foundation.
No matter how I sliced it, it was perfectly rational.
I nodded silently in agreement. A satisfied smile crept onto Chaewon's lips.
"Okay, deal sealed."
She murmured softly, stood up, and slowly approached me. She stopped right next to my chair and leaned down.
Her hair tickled my cheek, and a wave of sweet perfume hit me.
Chaewon whispered in my ear like it was a secret, her hot breath driving the final nail.
"You know what?"
Her voice was low and blatantly seductive.
"Girls who look as badass as me... are fucking amazing in bed with guys."
With that, she playfully nipped my earlobe and straightened up.
The wet, hot sensation she left behind made me forget to even swallow.
And so we wrapped up the day.
The next morning at exactly 9 a.m.,
The doorbell rang cheerily, as if last night's debauchery had been a dream.
I opened the door to find Chaewon—looking like someone I'd never seen before.
No trace of last night's flashy, decadent makeup—just a clean, bare face.
Comfortable tracksuit, hair tied back simply in a ponytail.
The picture of an 'ordinary mom' who'd just dropped her kid off at daycare early.
Of course, the tattoos peeking out from her clothes created a jarring contrast.
"Boss, you gotta eat breakfast before work, right?"
She breezed into my place like she owned it and set out a hearty breakfast on the small folding table I used as a dining setup.
Steaming rice, simple but perfectly balanced rolled eggs and stir-fried side dishes.
And as soon as I finished eating, she prepped me for 'work.'
"Just lie back, boss. Can't have you wasting energy."
She kept her promise from yesterday.
Using a woman-on-top position to minimize my effort, she milked me off efficiently.
Then, like a chaser, she gave me a refreshing cleanup blowjob.
Once it was all done, she ruffled my messy hair playfully and cheered.
"Alright, have a great day~ Boss?"
Confirming I'd hit Post-Nut Clarity, she headed to the kitchen.
And what I witnessed next was one of the most surreal scenes of my life.
Chaewon, stark naked except for an apron, started cleaning up my messy bachelor pad like a pro.
The sound of dishes clinking, humming a tune while folding laundry.
If not for those terrifying tattoos on her arms and legs, and her flashy blonde hair...
She'd be the perfect picture of a devoted housewife, fit for anywhere.
Leaving that bizarre yet flawless sight behind, I sat down at my computer.
Thinking how recruiting Chaewon was the best decision ever...
Alright, time to start copying money today, too.