Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Mini Bull Market
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Mini bull market.
Somehow, the weekend passed thanks to Yura's "sacrifice" (??).
And Monday dawned once more.
Exactly at 9 a.m.
Chaewon showed up right on time as always, flipping on my first bout of post-nut clarity for the day. After devouring the warm breakfast she'd prepared, I planted myself in front of the computer.
Now, just four days until the fateful CPI announcement. The market vibe was pure calm before the storm.
On the surface, everything screamed doom and gloom.
The big Wall Street investment banks were pumping out reports one after another, warning of further crypto crashes. Online communities overflowed with fear-mongering FUD like rumors of exchange bankruptcies.
As a result, the market had been in a relentless downtrend day after day.
Everyone was terrified that the upcoming CPI would blow past expectations, forcing the Fed to jack up interest rates even higher.
But... through the razor-sharp insight of my post-nut clarity, I could see signals beyond their panic—signals pointing in a completely different direction.
'This is weird.'
I dove into the on-chain data analysis.
'Prices are tanking, but no sell-off volume from whale wallets. If anything, netflow out of exchanges into personal wallets is ramping up. Classic accumulation sign.'
Next, I checked the futures market data.
'Funding rates are deep in the negative. Over 90% of market participants are piled into short positions betting on more downside. This feels... way too orchestrated.'
Whenever every player in the market stares in one direction, it always smacks them upside the head from behind.
This massive buildup of shorts was prime material for a short squeeze—one upward spike could liquidate the whole lot.
Finally, I analyzed correlations with macro indicators.
Sure, risk assets like the Nasdaq were all dropping.
But over the last 48 hours, the coupling between Bitcoin and the Nasdaq had weakened, ever so slightly.
All the pieces clicked into place.
This was engineered fear.
Ahead of the biggest event, CPI, whales shaking out every last retail bagholder, luring them into shorts, burning the final fuel reserves in one sophisticated play.
'Something's coming.'
At the bottom of this massive dump, I could smell it: a small but ferocious mini bull market about to erupt.
That afternoon, right when Yura got back from school, I called our team's first official strategy meeting.
We gathered around the small folding table in my now spotless studio apartment: me, Yura, and Chaewon, sitting face-to-face.
The mood was dead serious.
I opened my mouth like a team lead unveiling a major company project.
"Alright, briefing starts now."
I turned my laptop screen toward them, showing the current market state.
"As you all know, the market's dominated by 'it's all gonna crash' vibes. CPI in four days will come in hot, rates go up, Bitcoin to zero... That's the chorus from every headline and 'expert' out there."
They both nodded gravely. I pressed on.
"But that's just the whales' massive theater production to scare the retail ants."
"Theater?"
Chaewon echoed.
I grinned and broke down the real structure of this setup in terms they'd grasp.
"Right now, short positions betting Bitcoin drops are at all-time highs. Whales deliberately tanked the price to fool ants into thinking 'downtrend forever' and pile in."
I paused for breath, then hit the core point.
"What that means is, all those shorts—if price ticks up—have to buy back the Bitcoin they shorted to avoid losses. In other words, the market's a giant powder keg right now. Toss in one spark, and trillions in shorts start liquidating each other, blasting the price sky-high."
"So... what's the spark?"
Yura asked cautiously. I replied with total confidence, like I had it all figured out.
"That 'spark' is the CPI announcement in four days. My analysis says it'll come in way lower than expected. Panic flips to euphoria in a heartbeat, and boom—this powder keg blows. That's the mini bull market I'm talking about."
I flashed a satisfied smile at my two teammates, their faces a mix of shock and excitement as they fully absorbed my briefing.
Now it was time to play to win.
My two teammates, faces lit with shock and thrill from fully grasping the briefing.
Among them, the more pragmatic Yura piped up cautiously.
"Okay, I get there's a big event coming... but bull market? Mini bull market—what's that?"
I chuckled at her fundamental question.
Fair enough; they were new to this world.
I leaned back in my chair and explained the holy grail every trader dreams of.
"Bull market? It's like... the final boss of this game we play. Or Santa Claus, God's gift—pick your poison."
I gazed into space with a wistful look for a moment.
"Not just a few coins bouncing around like now. Every coin in the market shoots up like clockwork, day after day, insane gains non-stop."
I looked at them and said,
"You wake up, your portfolio's doubled overnight. Buy anything, print money—pure 'money duplication party.' News cycles nothing but Bitcoin, strangers on the street—grannies and grandpas who've never touched stocks—chatting crypto. Total madness."
I held up one finger.
"And the kicker: nobody—not one soul—can pinpoint when the real bull starts. Every expert, every genius tries and fails every time."
I wrapped it up.
"Of course, this 'mini bull' I'm calling isn't the world-shaking tsunami every few years. It's like the small precursor wave before the big one."
I locked eyes with the two women, now fully hooked, and declared with iron certainty,
"But us shrimp? Ride this little wave right, and we become whales."
At my proclamation, Chaewon—who'd been listening quietly—went wide-eyed.
With her growing crypto knowledge, she vaguely grasped the weight of that word "whale."
Unable to hide her excitement, she stammered,
"W-whale? You mean... super rich, right?"
I nodded at her reaction, smiling with satisfaction.
"Yeah. The real deal—hundreds of billions under their thumb, puppeteering the market."
"But... us, like that?"
"Nail this wave, and we can at least fake it."
Chaewon swallowed hard at my answer. Then she dropped the big question.
"How much... we making? This time?"
At Chaewon's question, I just stared at her for a beat instead of answering.
Then, after running all the math in my head, I fired back a curveball.
"Chaewon, didn't you say Haneul starts kindergarten next year?"
"Uh... yeah, why?"
She blinked in confusion.
I laid out the endgame of this whole plan in the simplest terms she'd get.
"From now on, scout the priciest English kindergarten out there."
"......Huh?"
She didn't catch the meaning right away.
I grinned and repeated,
"Deposit, enrollment fees, tuition—all of it. The most expensive, the absolute best."
Only then did it hit her. Chaewon stared at me blankly for a moment.
Her daughter getting the top-tier education she'd never dreamed of.
She clamped a trembling hand over her mouth.
And the next instant.
"Kyaaaaah~!!!"
Like a dolphin, she unleashed a scream that shook the tiny apartment.
It was the purest, most joyous cheer from a young mom who could now gift her daughter the best future imaginable.
Chaewon's dolphin-like whoop filled the cramped studio.
I savored the happy shriek for a second, then turned to Yura, who'd been watching quietly.
I asked her softly,
"Yura. Didn't your mom say she's buying a jeonse place?"
"...Huh? Yeah."
Yura answered my sudden question with a hint of wariness.
I decided to gift her the future she craved most, just like with Chaewon.
"From now on, hunt for a ridiculously pricey, ridiculously spacious apartment—to buy outright."
"......"
Yura's eyes flew wide at my words.
But instead of screaming like Chaewon, she shot me a glare full of suspicion.
"...If this is just hot air, you know what happens, right?"
I just shrugged at her brutal warning and said simply,
"Yup."
At that one word, Yura stared me down for a long, long time.
Then, in a heavy, serious tone, she made the most shocking offer of my life.
"If... this works out..."
She swallowed hard.
"...I'll give you my ass."
The moment I heard it, a rush hit me like blood surging backward—intense excitement flooding my veins.
'Holy shit, motivation through the roof.'
Four days from now, come hell or high water, I had to win.
'To make that happen...'
I called out to the two women lost in their happy fantasies, my face grim with resolve.
Their futures—and mine—hung on what I said next.
"Girls. I can't do this solo. I desperately need your help."
My unusually serious tone snapped them out of their daydreams. Their eyes sparkled with eager anticipation, locked on me.
"You know how my post-nut clarity lasts based on... sexual satisfaction, right?"
Yura's face soured instantly—she knew exactly where this was going.
Chaewon, meanwhile, lit up with excitement, ready for anything.
I ignored their opposite reactions and kept going.
Ditching my usual flippancy, I cranked the seriousness to eleven.
"This time, we gotta go all-in, no distractions. Zero margin for error. Which means... we need the longest, best post-nut clarity possible."
Even Yura, who'd been grimacing, straightened up and listened intently to my earnest pitch.
"Alternating between your pussies ain't gonna cut it."
Our last threesome? Just taking turns fucking you two—nothing more.
This time, we needed next-level satisfaction.
"...So, what the hell are we doing?"
Yura asked, gulping.
Instead of words, I spun the laptop around and hit play on a porn clip.
On screen, two sluts who couldn't live without dick sandwiched a guy between them, licking and sucking each other's bodies in a sticky, sloppy frenzy.
Han Yura and Yoon Chaewon's jaws dropped at the shocking scene.
That was the caliber of "work" I was demanding.
Stunned by the porn's beyond-imagination lewdness oozing from the laptop, the two zoned out for a moment.
Yura snapped to first.
Seeing the unspeakable acts on display, she recoiled in horror and yelled at me.
"Fuck... you want me to suck Chaewon's pussy juice off your dick?!"
At her words, Chaewon clocked her own role and freaked out too.
"...Dude, even for you, cum-swapping kisses with Yura is..."
Both women glared at me like I was the world's perviest bastard.
I met their stares coolly and asked, quietly and simply,
"So, you hate money?"
My final line crushed every objection and shred of disgust.
Elite English kindergarten. Luxury apartment.
And escape from their soul-crushing pasts.
The price tag on it all.
At those words, their faces slowly twisted in resignation.
Torn between revulsion and greed.