Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Single Mom Yoon Chaewon
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Chaewon stepped out the front door.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly in the empty room. A strange warmth bloomed in one corner of my heart.
Savoring that cozy feeling, I sat back down at the computer.
'That crazy bitch lives for her one daughter... Since I'm helping her out, I might as well give her a solid foundation.'
Before logging into the exchange, I opened my banking app first.
And just like I'd promised, I transferred 2.5 million won—the 'salary'—straight to her personal account.
'This should tide her and Haneul over for a while without starving.'
With her most pressing issue sorted, I finally logged into the exchange and started organizing her 'investment funds.'
Her pure investment capital totaled 2,278,560 won.
Plus the 5 million won loan I'd just moved from my personal account to the exchange for her.
'How to roll this money most efficiently...'
I pondered for a moment. 'Dumping the full 5 mil into scalping is too risky compared to her small seed. But burying it all in long-term plays won't grow the immediate seed. Best to split it half and half.'
I immediately divided the 5 million loan in two.
2.5 million got merged with her original funds and shifted to the scalping account.
Now her scalping seed was about 4.77 million won. That should steadily pull in over 100k a day.
The remaining 2.5 million went into my 'real estate' account.
'Now Yoon Chaewon’s a shareholder in our 'real estate' too.'
I adjusted the 'net-buying' plan I'd set for 13 days out, redistributing her 2.5 million share into the orders.
Now she'd share in the massive profits from the coming party.
Everything sorted, I nodded in satisfaction.
And until Chaewon returned with ingredients for doenjang jjigae, I dove back into the brutal world of scalping to fatten up her 'salary account.'
With all funds allocated and organized, I got serious about rolling the 'salary account.'
The market, still rippling from yesterday's massive wave, buzzed with big and small waves.
I picked the steadiest-looking one.
Dozens of data points swirled in my head, calculating the perfect entry and target return. No hesitation.
I entered at the precise moment and cleanly exited at the rebound's peak.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Realized P/L: +752,140 won (Return: +2.5%)] In just minutes, 750k profit popped from the 30 million scalping account.
Our team's first 'daily wage' of the day.
As I closed the position, the front door lock beeped open.
Chaewon walked in, hands full of grocery bags with doenjang jjigae ingredients.
She glanced at me glued to the screen but said nothing.
I didn't acknowledge her or brag about the cash I'd just made.
She headed to the kitchen like it was routine and started unpacking.
I fixed my eyes back on the monitor, hunting the next target.
The room filled with just two sounds in perfect harmony.
The clacking of my keyboard and mouse making money.
And the bubbling of her doenjang jjigae simmering away.
We didn't exchange a word, but from our spots, we nailed our roles perfectly.
A bizarre, but utterly comfortable start to cohabitation.
I nailed another quick scalp, adding about 500k to the 'salary account.'
Deep in the zone. Then the rich aroma of doenjang jjigae filled the room, followed by Chaewon's voice.
"Boss, quit working and eat. Table's set."
Only then did I realize how hungry I was. I stood from the computer.
On the low table, steam rose from perfect doenjang jjigae, fresh rice, and simple sides. Neatly arranged.
Quintessential home cooking.
As I sat and picked up my spoon, Chaewon across from me asked cautiously.
"But... why'd you send that 2.5 million this morning? I said I'd invest it too."
She looked genuinely puzzled.
Like, why toss living expenses when she wanted every penny in her seed.
I scooped some stew and replied casually.
"You got no living money."
"Ah..."
She sighed softly. I continued, looking at her.
"All-in's for trash like me at rock bottom. Your situation's different. You got a kid."
She went quiet for a bit, staring at her bowl, then chuckled softly.
"Yeah... greed for money's scary, huh?"
A bitter self-mock at how she'd nearly dumped even her daughter's living funds into investments without realizing.
I nodded quietly at her words.
"Yeah."
After that short exchange, silence fell again.
But as we ate, we felt deeper than words could say that we'd gained rock-solid partners.
We ate quietly for a bit. The stew was damn good.
Then, shattering the quiet, Chaewon dropped another bomb casually.
"Oh, and... just saying..."
She chewed a spoonful of rice.
"If you ever wanna do my ass later, just say. I'll hook you up special."
"Pfft...!"
I nearly spat rice. I stared at her dumbfounded.
"You bring up ass during dinner?"
"Not like you're one to talk, naked-ass weirdo eating."
Her words made me glance down. 'Oh right... Haven't dressed since morning 'work' ended.'
She smirked at my dumb face, checked the clock, and asked.
"Hey, mind if I pop out quick? Post-nut clarity's almost done... I'll do you first then go."
"Nah, still got time left. Why?"
"Play center's dropping Haneul soon, gotta send her to cram school."
"...How old's she for cram school?"
Pure curiosity—I'd never raised a kid.
"Six. Kindergarten next year."
Six. I calculated quick.
"Dude, she's my age?"
"Yup."
No hesitation in her answer. Twenty-three with a six-year-old...
I decided not to imagine her past anymore.
Chaewon finished washing even her own dishes perfectly, then prepped to head out.
Hot outside.
But she picked thin long sleeves over short, long jeans over shorts.
To meticulously cover her full-body irezumi tattoos.
'Probably self-conscious around other parents...'
I thought, watching her back.
'Then why get the tats?'
She had her reasons, no doubt.
Suddenly, I pictured a flashy blonde pigtail delinquent kid holding her hand. I shook my head to banish the nonsense.
After she left, I sat back at the computer.
Time to make money again.
I jumped into frantic scalps with the 'salary account' funds.
Meanwhile, half my brain relentlessly analyzed macro indicators, market-wide, and key news for 13 days out.
Locking short profits while blueprinting the huge future.
Child's play in my 'bright mirror still water' state.
My fingers danced over keyboard and mouse.
First stock. Confirmed short MA support, bought the rebound start. Nabbed 1.5% and bailed clean. [+452,000 won]
Second. Caught oversold dropper. Shorted precise at technical rebound peak, quick profit. [+513,000 won]
Third. Sudden sell-off against prediction. Zero-point-one-second hesitation—none. Mechanically hit stop-loss. No emotions. Just rules. [-225,500 won]
Fourth and fifth. Slicing sharper to recoup the loss.
Two perfect wins in a row. [+386,100 won] [+617,800 won]
In just over 30 minutes, a few quick trades stacked 1.7 million fresh profit in the 'salary account.'
How much time passed?
Door lock beeped. I glanced from the monitor.
Yura.
Lecture day done, she looked beat, flopped straight onto my bed without a hello.
I checked the clock on screen.
2:30. Morning post-nut clarity with Chaewon had hours left, but market was in post-lunch lull anyway.
Perfect to refresh it now.
I stood, approached Yura sprawled exhausted on the bed.
Shoved my dick by her face.
"......"
She glared up with the most annoyed, fuck-off face imaginable.
Long, heavy sigh, then reluctantly took me in her mouth.
But seconds later, she winced like she'd bit something gross, spat me out.
"Ugh, fuck...!"
She smacked her lips, genuinely pissed.
"You didn't wash after Chaewon this morning? Tastes like pussy juice and dick slime!"
Her sharp callout irked me.
Every minute counted for money-making.
"Too busy earning. No time."
Snapped back curtly, nodded at her.
"No time, so get it hard. Slut."
"Fucking asshole, pissing me off..."
Grumbling, she half-sat up anyway.
Started mechanically tonguing my dick.
Slippery tongue and soft lips hardened me quick.
Couldn't wait—yanked down her pants and panties.
Used her spit as lube, shoved into her tight hole.
Her eyes twisted in slight pain.
"Ow, fuck...!"
She snapped irritably.
"No foreplay now?"
"When we ever do that?"
My flat reply got an incredulous huff.
"...Least give it time to get wet. Shoving dry hurts!"
Her practical gripe just made me smirk, teasing.
"Your pussy's so loose, needs to be tight to feel good."
"Bullshit! Your dick's small, what'm I supposed to do?!"
She yelled, indignant. That pissy reaction.
Unlike Chaewon's man-pleasing, Yura's sharp resistance was her flavor.
Chaewon's sweet moans felt good, sure—but Yura edged my tastes more.
Satisfied grin, I started thrusting deep, grinding her guts.
Her initially tight pussy slickened up smooth with my rhythm.
Her body reacted honestly, words aside.
"Gets soaked after a few pumps, yet bitches..."
"Ha... uh... easy... fuck... there...!"
My blunt words mixed moans and curses from her.
"Oho, Han Yura. Squirting buckets today?"
"Ah... fuck... dunno! Your fault... turned me into a perv... ah... uh..."
Nearly whimpering between pain and pleasure. Then she demanded.
"Hey... do that thing."
I grabbed her hair tight with my free hand, like I'd waited.
Scalp pain yanked a moan from her.
"Hng... fuck... gentle... hurts!"
"Slut, loving it hard?"
I growled beast-like in her ear. Teary, she answered straight.
"Y-yeah... good... hng... fuck..."
"Remember? You used to phone-scroll while I fucked you."
Reminding her past contempt, she yelled unfair.
"Shut up, idiot... uh... you sucked back then... you...!"
"So now I rock? Make you squirt like this?"
"...Fuck... pounding me all day... if you still sucked... you'd be hopeless...! Uh... ha... hey, rub my clit... gonna cum...!"
Resistance gone, pure instinct now. I mocked one last time.
"Pfft, Han Yura. Total cock-sleeve pussy now?"
"Shut... hngh... uh...!"
No retort left, just ragged breaths, trembling under my touch.
I slid my other hand between her legs.
Rubbed her swollen clit firm while thrusting deep.
"Haaaang...!"
Yura shrieked, orgasming, clamping my dick in spasms.
Her hot walls contracting wildly—I lost it, dumping everything deep inside.
"Haa... haa..."
Afterglow, I caught my breath, eyed Yura quivering in orgasm haze.
Sweaty tangled hair, blissed-out eyes, parted red lips satisfied.
'Definitely different...'
Morning with Chaewon flashed back.
Chaewon's sex was stickier, more erotic than Yura's.
But all her reactions? Pure performance. Pro moves to please and arouse the guy.
She probably felt zilch herself—like old Yura phone-zoning on me.
But this Han Yura under me? Real.
Her annoyance, resistance, honest pleasure bursts—all genuine.
Might be why Yura pulled me more than Chaewon.
Lost in thought, I slowly pulled out.
Instantly, Yura bolted to the bathroom like always, slamming the door to flush out the cum.
I stared blankly, then pouted unconsciously.
'Morning Chaewon drip-walked cum but cleaned me with a suck first...'
I grumbled inwardly.
'This bitch drops the mask the second it's over?'
Forgot I just praised her realness a minute ago.
Human hearts are sneaky fucks.
Grumbling, I sat back at the desk, fired up the monitor.
Post-nut refreshed—one more penny's profit.
As I eyed a new stock, the door opened—Chaewon back.
Grocery bags of dinner fixings in hand, she heard the bathroom water and asked.
"Hm? Yura here?"
"Yeah. Just went to wash."
My short reply got a nose wrinkle.
"Eww, cum stink..."
Casual as ever, she set down the bags. Her nonchalance sparked my earlier gripe—I asked slyly.
"Chaewon. Can't you... do mouth?"
She eyed me, chuckled.
"......Perv."
"So... no?"
"Nah."
Grinning wide, she approached my chair.
Squatted gracefully, cleaned my dick—still slick with Yura's juices and my cum—with lips and tongue, casual as could be.
Service done, she playfully smacked my thigh. Slap.
"There. Good?"
Standing, she said to me.
Her voice carried fierce wish for her daughter.
"Now, hustle that cram school cash for Haneul."
"......Yessum."
I tucked tail, replied.
And once more, sucked into the 0s and 1s. The brutal money-duplication grind.
