Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Handjob Girl Han Yura
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Whether she was in my bed or not, I poured all my focus into the monitor.
The one-minute chart of that very altcoin that had sent me to rock bottom this morning.
Blue candles lined up one after another, continuing their downward slide.
In my usual state, I wouldn't have even been able to look at it out of sheer terror.
But now, my eyes saw something entirely different.
'Volume's dropping.'
The selling pressure was weakening.
And right then, a long lower wick appeared below the final red candle.
A signal that someone had started absorbing the volume from this price level.
I quickly checked the order book.
Sure enough, a thick buy wall was building up right below the current price.
All these movements, which normally looked like meaningless numbers and noise, felt like they were speaking directly to me today.
'Now's the time. This is the bottom.'
I was entranced as I swept up my entire 172,000 won fortune at market price.
The moment I hit buy, my heart pounded like a drum.
The chart moved exactly as I'd predicted. A green candle sprang up forcefully, standing on that buy wall.
I set a sell order at my target profit of 2% and watched the screen, swallowing dryly.
[+0.5%... +1.2%... +1.8%...]
In that split second as the profit ticked up, I unconsciously glanced toward the bed.
She wasn't even looking my way, completely absorbed in her smartphone screen.
That's when it happened.
[+2.0%]
The pre-set order filled perfectly.
Realized P/L: +3,440 won.
"Kuh..."
I let out a low murmur of admiration.
Money that wouldn't even buy a cup of coffee. But it didn't matter.
What mattered was that I'd read the market's flow and succeeded.
'I really do have talent. This morning's failure was just bad form.'
The confidence that had bottomed out after that morning disaster began to swell again.
I gripped the mouse tightly once more.
Riding this momentum, I'd recover every penny lost this morning.
What she was doing on the bed? None of my business now.
All that existed before my eyes were the dancing charts and numbers.
I pulled up the one-minute chart for another altcoin.
It was weird. Over a chart I'd normally just stare at blankly, the principles of Bollinger Bands trading floated up like a textbook.
'Bollinger Bands form a channel around price movement. When price punches hard through the lower band, it's oversold territory—high chance of a technical bounce.'
It was like someone was whispering in my head.
My gaze zeroed in on the exact spot matching those conditions.
A series of red candles had stretched the lower Bollinger Band, and finally, one candle pierced right through it.
And on the very next bar, a hammer candle appeared with a long lower wick.
Oversold zone. Touching the lower Bollinger Band.
Hammer candle signaling buying pressure kicking in.
This was... a textbook reversal signal.
Without a moment's hesitation, I threw in every last won, including the profit from the last trade.
This time, target was short and sweet: exactly 1%.
The moment my buy filled, the chart bounced precisely as if it could read my mind.
A quick green candle shot up, turning my account's P/L green.
[+0.3%... +0.7%... +1.0%]
"Take profits."
The instant it hit target, I hit sell without regret.
Another 1,700 won or so stacked onto my gains from that trade.
As confidence surged, my view of the charts widened.
This time, the RSI indicator caught my eye.
'After entering oversold, the buy point is when the indicator breaks above 30.'
Felt like a tutorial video playing in my brain.
I immediately found a coin matching the criteria.
RSI had dipped to 25, then just started lifting, crossing 30.
I dumped all my seed money in without hesitation.
Target this time: 1.5%.
As expected, price kicked off a technical rebound, and I cashed out at exactly 1.5% profit.
"Kuh..."
The admiration slipped out on its own.
I immediately hunted for the next target.
This one was drawing a clean uptrend in perfect alignment.
The 20-day moving average curved smoothly upward, with candles stably riding above it.
'Trend is your friend. Don't fight it. Target pullbacks finding support at the 20-day line.'
I waited for price to dip in correction, precisely touching the 20-day MA.
The second it flipped to green, full buy again.
Target: 2%. The result? No need to say.
That's when it started.
I was no longer human.
I was a surfer reading the market's waves, riding them flawlessly.
Over the next hour, I scalped like a maniac in 3- to 5-minute bursts.
Catching bounces off the lower Bollinger Band, targeting RSI escapes from oversold. Confirming MA support and hopping on trends.
Every trade was uncannily successful.
An hour later, maybe?
I dazedly set the mouse down.
My fingers, constantly moving, ached.
I cautiously checked my account balance.
Total assets: 355,000 won.
Started with 172,000. Pure profit: 183,000 won.
"Ha... haha..."
A hollow laugh escaped me unbidden.
I'd recovered nearly half of the 410,000 won lost this morning.
Just hours ago, my net worth was under 200,000, and now I'd built a platform to stand on again.
My hands shook, heart racing wildly.
"Hng... That's crypto trading, right? You made money?'"
"...Huh?"
The voice right behind me made me jolt and spin my chair around.
Han Yura had gotten up from the bed at some point and was peering right over my shoulder at the monitor.
For the first time, I saw it.
Those bored, irritated, or contemptuous eyes—usually so listless—now sparkled with curiosity and interest.
She wasn't captivated by me, but by the profit graph on my computer screen.
I stammered in surprise.
"Y-yeah... Why? Interested?"
Without taking her eyes off the monitor, she replied coolly.
"A bit? Heard a senior at school bragging about paying a semester's tuition with this."
'Tuition.'
Of course...
I'd never seen her full face clearly because of the mask,
but with a killer pretty face, nice body, and shitty personality, why else would a bitch like her jerk off a loser like me?
'Money. That damn money.'
What can I say? A sense of camaraderie welled up.
Feeling some weird solidarity, I patted her back as she stood behind me, like comforting a comrade.
Instantly, a shitty glare turned my way.
"Pervert, quit groping me. Just teach me how this works."
She shot down my clumsy comfort and nodded at my monitor.
'...Fucking bitch.'
I swallowed the curse and grabbed the mouse.
But what could I do? The girl who'd treated me like a bug until moments ago was now looking at me with envy, asking to be taught.
This bizarre superiority. I felt my shoulders tense involuntarily and cleared my throat.
"What do you wanna know? Basics? Or pulling leverage like I just did?"
"Just... how to make money."
Yura's answer was simple and straightforward. Whatever the process, as long as money came in.
Realizing we were cut from the same cloth, I let out another hollow laugh.
"Okay. Super simple explanation then."
I pointed at the chart on the monitor.
"See these red and blue bars? Called candles. They show price movement for stocks or coins. Red means up, blue means down. We just buy when they're blue—cheap—and sell when red—expensive. Fucking simple, right?"
"...If it was that easy, everyone would be rich."
Yura landed a sharp jab. I was speechless for a sec, then continued.
"Fair point... What I did is a bit more complex. Futures trading—high risk, high return. Deposit 100,000 won as collateral, borrow from the exchange to bet 10x, 20x, up to 100x leverage."
I used my recent successful 10x long as an example.
"Hitting 10x long means betting 10 times my money that this coin goes up. If it rises just 1%, I pocket 10%. Like the 180,000 I made earlier."
Yura's eyes lit up. I doused it with cold water.
"But if it drops 1%? 10% of my money gone. Drops 10%? Wiped to zero. Liquidation. Fast track to the Han River."
I mixed in jargon to sound pro. Han Yura listened quietly.
After a moment, as if she'd absorbed it all, Yura spoke up.
"So,"
She looked at me and asked.
"What should I buy now?"
...Fuck. Where do I even start?
From exchange signup, deposits, buys, sells, to reading charts. My head already hurt thinking about it, when Han Yura gave a crystal-clear solution.
"You haven't paid me yet."
"Oh, sorry. Right now. Just transfer?"
I hurriedly grabbed my phone, but she stopped my hand.
"No, not demanding it. I'm saying invest that for me."
"...Huh?"
"Give you 10% of profits. Deal?"
'...Even 100% return on 50,000 is just 5,000 commission for me.'
Pride stung for a second, but I crunched the numbers in one sec.
First, money I owed anyway (50,000) doesn't leave my wallet now.
Saved.
Second, zero risk on my capital. She takes all downside, I skim 10% of upside.
5,000 wasn't chump change.
It was pure bonus profit, no skin off my back.
As I mulled it over, Yura's bold offer continued.
"And... if you make my tuition with this... I'll coolly give you one round."
"...Pardon?"
I parroted back like an idiot.
What did I just hear? She sighed at my dumb face, then did something she'd never done before—showed resolve.
Swish.
She pulled down the black mask covering her face with her own hand.
Her bare face—which she'd never shown even during the handjob, or lying in my bed—finally emerged under the fluorescent light of my dingy studio.
Fucking gorgeous.
The cold, sharp eyes stayed the same, but revealing the rest flipped her whole vibe.
Straight nose, plump red lips slightly parted.
A tiny mole next to them screamed sex appeal.
Flawless white skin, slim jawline.
Han Yura wasn't just pretty.
She was the cold, haughty, condescending type that drove men insane.
Facing that face stirring my deepest urges, I asked the crucial question.
"No condom okay?"
Her expression didn't flicker as she shut it down firmly.
"Nah, that's a hard no. Dream on."
Her resolute answer left me speechless.
But an even bigger issue flashed through my mind.
'How much is a semester's tuition these days...?'
Clutching faint hope, I asked.
"Sis, you go to a national uni?"
"Nope, private."
Private uni semester tuition?
At least 400, no, easily over 500k.
Over ten times my current net worth.
She wants me to earn that?
"...Fucking bitch, no conscience?"
At my incredulous shout, she didn't bat an eye and murmured softly.
"You know what?"
"What?"
Yura stared straight into my eyes, licked her lips slightly, and whispered in that sultry voice from before.
"My pussy grips like a vice."
"............."
How the hell could I say no to that?
Even if I can't eat it, I can at least try.